you were asleep when all the sudden your alarm went off. you didn't understand because it was a friday night and you had no school anymore. you claim that you've must of forgot to turn it off, picking up your clock you push the button to off and go back to lay down.
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"y/nnn"you kept hearing your name getting called in your sleep, waking you up, and you got up from your bed. you had your lights off. something fell which made you jump and turn on your light. before you turned it on you see a tall man and no face in front of you. you screamed, when the light came on it was gone. completely. you raised your eyebrows out of breath. you go to your bathroom to wash your face hopefully thinking to yourself that maybe it was just your imagination. walking out you go to your room, its a knock on the wall, and making you turn around. nothing. looking away. knock. nothing. knock. something. the man with no face. you ran towards your room as fast as you could closing and locking your door. you freaked. grabbing your bat that you had near your closet, you went back and opened the door. the man with no face was gone. you turn your hallway light on, still holding up your bat and holding it tightly. you walk down looking around. your breath shaking as you left out a huff, and just like that. something came out of the bathroom in all black and you began to hit them with the bat. over and over. "ouch! ow!" the thing says but you recognized that voice, you quit hitting them with the bat and pull down that hoodie on their head. victor. "the hell!? what are you doing here!?" you whisper-yell, "i just- i was looking for patrick- i cant find him anywhere." victor says as he puts his hand on his head and grunts. "so you think he's here?? you do know he only comes when everyone else is coming." you still were holding the bat tightly but you lowered it down, "i just thought that maybe you and him were like- you know together in your room." he lets out and you look at him in disgust. "oh my god! you're disgusting!" you say as you hit him on his shoulder. "i was gonna be nice and give you an ice pack but no thanks, you help yourself with that one." you say as you both walk downstairs, you unlock the front door and open it. "and no he isnt here. that's disgusting. say that bullcrap again and ill fight you forreal." you said and pushed him out the house. who in their right minds would think you and patrick were messing around!?
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Fanfic" y/n, want a balloon? " fear - ˈfir/Submit noun an unpleasant emotion caused by the belief that someone or something is dangerous, likely to cause pain, or a threat.