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Being down with the clown since 6 years old she has been around the block with PTSD and looking for friends and style. Then she learns that she juggalette, soon she make friend and enemies, friends with her lo's and lettes and enemies with racists. This the struggle between good and evil ICP style. *noted on Instagram* ** available on Amazon as ebook and paperback** ** please rate kindly on good reads***

This is a Cross universe yandere ship that I can't get out of my head. Alan Orion x mycheal The artwork is mine, it's not picture perfect but I love it :3 Chapters can be read as all together or separate events. I'm not going to put pressure on me to keep a consistent story, not if I want to continue this for more than a month. This is not beta red, there has been no proof reading, this is in the raw. I hope the errors in my grammar and writing style doesn't make it to hard to read but I'm not editing it. Btw, I'm constantly forgetting to add this information, Alan is 6'4 and mycheal is 6'2. They are some lanky tall boys! I call Alan taller but truly he's only 2 in taller 0o0o0o0o0o0o Hunter couldn't stand it anymore, being trapped. Being loved by someone he couldn't stand. So he ran, Alan Orion was on his trail. All he wanted was to die at this point, somewhere where those callused hands can't grab him. As he keeps running, Pine forest transitioned into oak and birch forest and a little voice calls to him. Invading all of his senses. "Do you want to sleep forever" And didn't that sound beautiful. Just like a blanket, the forest pulled hunter into itself. Folding him into the mycelia and life of the dirt. A calm reassurance that everything is going to be okay enveloped his body. Warming him to his core with a feeling of safety. A promise that he wouldn't have to be chased anymore. That he could close his eyes So He let them slip shut 0o0o0o0o0o0o Alan Orion wanted to get The love of his life back, but hunter ended up choosing death over his love. instead of leaving the new forest with a deep gouge in his heart, a mushroom boy found him in morning of his lovers death. Comforting the brunette with compation and kindness no one has given him in so long. And soon Alan truly understood the analogy 'when one door closes another one opens.'