Aimer ou être tué
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Last published Thu, Aug 29, 2019
Killer avait enfin trouvé un moyen de se débarrasser de Chara, l'humaine qui le forçait à tuer ses amis, son frère encore et encore. Mais il était coincé dans une réalité ou tous le haissaient...
Le jeune squelette croyais qu'il n'y avait plus aucun espoir jusqu'au jour où il rencontra...
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Killer par Rahafwabas
Nightmare et Dream par Joku
Dust je sais pas
Horror je sais pas non plus
Error par LoverOfPiggies
Ink par Comyet
Bloodmoon par moi
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