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I only wanted to play soccer. That's it.
But then me (hi, I'm Raffle) and a bunch of ten-times-younger kids ended up climbing into a supposedly abandoned manor called Whispergloom, and things spiraled fast.
First there was no house. Then there was a house. Then a dude showed up who may or may not be human, and casually offered me a potion that could "change my life."
Not skincare, not protein shake - like, soul-altering, reality-bending kind of change.
His name? I call him Wick.
His deal? Suspicious. Mysterious. Possibly illegal in 9 dimensions.
His vibe? 100% wicked.
Now I'm stuck between babysitting chaos gremlins, surviving butterfly portals, and figuring out what the heck I just agreed to.
⚠️ Warning:
Contains mild horror, major confusion, and one kid who keeps peeing his pants.
ADHD storytelling style. Proceed at your own risk.
Don't drink the potion. Or do. Idk. I did.