Worst Life Ever (Team Crafted and FNAF FF) (DISCONTINUED)
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  • Reads 9,625
  • Votes 253
  • Parts 28
  • Time 1h 55m
Ongoing, First published May 19, 2014
[DISCONTINUED]

Sarah, a 16 year old girl has the worst life ever. She's been bullied, pranked and insulted. She never excelled at anything. Her parents died because of a plane crash. She now lives in a house all by herself. Worst life ever isn't it? Team Crafted comes along but not to beat her, but to save her.
Ashley, her bestfriend since third grade, appears. She wanted revenge and she wanted Mitch to be all hers. An unknown villain, plans to make them into something they aren't. Are they going to survive this total chaos they're in? Or end up being a lost memory?
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