80 PARTS! This is how to summon creepypastas, become one your self, or become a proxy and stuff (accepting requests) currently has 80 parts (71 of them are summonings)

››› [COMPLETED] "Dear, Blonde Loud Next Door Neighbor, I see that you have your own boys volleyball team, that's nice. I hope you guys lose every game. Seriously, I watched your team, they kind of suck. Anyways, I'm writing this note to tell you that you're really annoying in the morning and afternoon and your kids are pretty aggressive, always yelling "DIE!" every five seconds. I also have, like, five of your volleyball balls somewhere in my backyard and one broke my window. You're paying. I'll send the bill in your address. Anyways, please control your voice level, your suck ass of children, their own voice levels and their crazy ass strength of throwing balls into my backyard and windows. Thank you. From, Me, your next door neighbor." In which, Shota Aizawa is a lazy 27-year-old author who takes months to write his stories and never ever leaves his house, unless if it's to see his editor, other than that he never leaves. Really, he stays inside all day. It's awful. Hizashi Yamada is an energetic volleyball coach who coaches-more like babysits-a bunch of rowdy teenage boys that gets into a bunch of hand fights, arguments and are not very good at playing volleyball, always throwing a ball in the direction into Shota's house. And Shota gets pretty freaking annoyed by them. "Dear, Lovely Neighbor, LMAO UR ALIVE, I THOUGHT U WUZ DEAD WTF. YO WASSUP!! YO FIND ME ON INSTA & WE'LL CHAT THERE ;P" ©AizawaShota, 2017 ✧ 10-08-17 ; 12-25-18 ✧Cover by @babyboyfelix ✧ Side ships [minor]: Shinsou x Midoriya, Todoroki x Kaminari, Bakugou x Kirishima, Iida x Uraraka