Momo x Carmen Winstead LOVE SOTRY

Chapter 1

Momo x carmen winstead fanfic

Momo's POV:

It was a Wednesday night, 2019. It started with the audio recording. My bff Jeffree had sent me a chainmail, it was about a girl called Carmen Winstead, who had tragically died. I was intrigued by her story and sent it to 20 of my friends. A few hours later, Shane Yaw, one of my other friends, saw my message I had sent to him and told me it was fake, and started talking about conspiracy theories. I knew it was real but I didn't want to cause an argument with him and agreed. I wanted to know more about this girl but I couldn't find anything online about her. After our conversation, me, Shane and Jeffree decided to meet up at the local cafe the next day.

The next day, I was meeting with my best friends at the cafe, I put on my favourite dress, a pink princess dress.  I spent hours putting on my makeup: pink lipstick (which came with my lelli kelly shoes), blush and eyeliner, to look perfect and kawaii!! I put on my hello kitty crocs and grabbed my purse and headed for the cafe. When I got there, Shane was wearing the same disgusting sweaty outfit he always wears, he probably hasn't had a shower in 20 years  ngl. He had a sloppy messy makeup look and looked ugly as fuck. Jeffree on the other hand was very neat and tidy, he had a neon green wig to match his neon green GUCCI tracksuit. His makeup was flawless and professional but he smelled strongly of rotten eggs and cologne, and they don't match honey.

We sat at the table and waited to be served. An orange server wearing purple cat ears and purple cat uwu girl makeup "Hai!!" said the server "I'm Donald trump, uwu, wot wood u like too owder, uwu" I looked down at the menu and pointed at the cheapest option, Jeff chose a 3 course meal and Shane chose a sticky syrupy pancake that looked like a cat. Donald left and went to the kitchen. We were sitting there, Jeff and Shane were having a conversation but I didn't join in. I was captivated on this gorgeous girl sitting on a table across from me. She had a face as white as a ghost, her face looked as though it had been ripped off, her face had red splodges that resembled blood. Her neck was covered by a bandage and her black hair was greasy. She wore a ripped up dress covered in sewage. She smelled amazing, shit and piss scented, yummy!  Her scent filled the room. She was divine, sent as a gift from God. I just had to speak to her...