Drafts

Drafts

Reads 138
Votes 6
Parts 5

Ongoing1h 48m

Last published Mon, Dec 30, 2019

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Blip blop bloop, this is random crap that I come up with when I'm bored, its only gonna have a few chapters, its a Christmas present to my followers in the year 2019, lasting till New years day of 2020, not gonna publish anything unless I feel like it, so we'll see how this goes. Any fan-fics you read in here are probably connected to each other and I don't own anything but the OC's that you'll be able to tell are mine real fast -Author PS: Don't crap on this, most of this is just for when I'm bored or some shit, so its mainly just practice, I'm doing anything with it -Author PSS: Merry Holidays bitches

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