Bogo Sipda (Creepypasta Fanfic) UNDER CONSTRUCTION

Bogo Sipda (Creepypasta Fanfic) UNDER CONSTRUCTION

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication mar., juin 12, 2018
Being a Korean that just moved to America two days ago isn't easy, you even had changed your name from Ji Su to (Y/n). You knew no English and often sang KPop songs at the most random of times. What sucked even more was you were still in highschool. On the other side of the spectrum, Slender needed a new addition to help bring in kills. He sent the creepypasta's (Except Sally) to the high school to see if there were any worthy candidates. They found you, a girl from Seoul, Korea. Not knowing that you couldn't trust them you followed them. After you made that decision, your life changed. For better or worse? That's what you decide.
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Jeff has always felt the weight of being alone. Even with the other Creepypasta, he was the freak; the outcast. They believed he was demented and insane, and maybe he was. Did it matter? Did that insanity, something they all shared, make him undeserving of emotion? He felt. He wasn't cold and emotionless like people believed. He was a person and while he might be demented that didn't mean he couldn't feel. He could laugh, he could cry, he could feel fear. He could feel love. But never in front of others. Never. Despite the hand reaching for him through his darkness, he felt Forever Alone. Could that change? Could someone like him find someone to love?

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