Final Day!

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A/N: Holy shit I'm pulling this off-

Thomas woke up with his glasses still on his face and laptop on his back. How exactly he fell asleep was a mystery. He was about to get up and turn on the lights when something from under his bed grabbed his arm.

His breathing picked up. He wasn't really in the mood to die at the moment. Although, he knew first impressions were the lasting and important ones so he firmly gripped the mysterious hand. Oh boy did he wish he hadn't done that, because the next thing he knew, he was on the floor with a knife at his neck.

"Move and you're dead," the owner of the hand snarled.

A/N: and that's the end!!! Thank you so much for reading ily so much <3

Note: someone remind me not to join again until i learn to manage my time-

Stay safe! <3

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