*Discontinued but I'm leaving the story here *
You're name is (Y/N) and you love being a drag king. You're a huge tease and love playing with people hearts. You're favorite drag style is mostly based on the 1940s men clothing. You like to flirt with...
By the way the timeline for this is a year and a half before Charlie announce her hotel 👌 I forgot to mention in 5 chapter. I re draw how (Y/N) face and outfit! Her face is above and her outfit is below! I was too lazy to color it! (Y/N) eyelashes are black by the way! (Y/N) for front pointy teeth are silver, her eyes colors are still the same like the other photo I had in the previous chapter. I'm going to try to update my story once a week. If I update more than once for a week then I'm going to skip the next week, OK 👌 Enjoy!
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Bruce POV:
I am so tired. I hate (Y/N) so much! It's all her fault that we died! I still think there's a way to get out of hell! I'm not giving up! My arms feel like they're going to fall off... Dumpster diving for food and supplies is so disgusting but we don't have jobs down here. I don't know if I should be happy or not that demons here are so wasteful and throw away so much good stuff. Today I was able to find bags of chip that a demon didn't like because it wasn't his favorite flavor. A box of Band-Aids of different sizes. A pocket knife. Half slice of watermelon. And lastly a weird briefcase that's pretty heavy, I tried to open it but I had a lock on it. Maybe (Y/N) can open. I hope she did something today. "(Y/N)! Are you you here?" I called out for her, adjusting all the things in my arms carefully, as I walked in our small little territory in a dirty alley over filled with garbage cans and dumpsters. "(Y/N)-!... What the hell... What are you doing in there." I deadpan when I see my idiot best friend legs sticking out of a trashcan.
