CONAN GRAY IMAGINES

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CONANS HAIR LOOKS SO FLOOFY IN THIS PIC, IM-

ok sorry, onward with the actual story

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it's 2 am. i can't sleep.

just over thinking about everything and recapping the day was one of the things i did that would either make me go to sleep faster or keep me up all night. it usually kept me up.

i also always tried those things videos and articles told me to do. not go on your phone, read a book, open the window. they never worked, but this night i opened the window, along with the screen of the window. bugs could easily get into my house, but i didn't care at all.

i suddenly hear a rustling noise in the bushes. its probably the neighbors dog, or its a stray cat walking around. but i look at the window and a human walks in.

i quickly grab the pocket knife from my nightstand and turn on the lights, ready to square up with this robber and stab their eye out.

"I SWESR TO GOD, GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE-" i start to yell but it's just conan standing in my room.

"howdy, (y/n)" he says.

"how the fuck do you know my name? and where did you get my house address?" I ask him. he doesn't answer, but instead looks under my bed.

"ah, jackpot!" he says as he pulls out a bag of hot cheetos I hid from my sister like, 3 months ago.

"conan, those chips are fucking old." I say. he looks at me with a stare, and boldly says:

"do yo I think I give a shit?"

he walk out of my room, devouring the bag of 3 month old chips, and leaving me confused.