Sally Wally and the Talking Backpack that Killed Everyone

Sally Wally and the Talking Backpack that Killed Everyone

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Sally Wally goes on a nonlinear adventure to kill her piece of shit cursed talking backpack which we all know isn't going to happen and the backpacks tricks her into committing arson multiples times in ̶c̶h̶a̶p̶t̶e̶r̶ ̶3̶ ̶o̶r̶ ̶2̶ Chapter 2. Pretty chill; no sex bullshit or gore; mature b/c of profanity. Pretty much like Alice's Adventures in Wonderland except modernized and more absurd. If you want a normal story don't even read the rest of this description I'm dead serious, might delete the first chapter since I was just trolling but given all the arson chapter 2 is definitely LIT lmao Need recommendations on similar types of stories/genres to my type of writing any suggestions are appreciated ty have a dope day *** Jan 2020 *** On temporary pause as I pursue other projects in life
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JEFF THE KILLER x FEM READER S N E A K P E A K : My grip tightened, my brain began to go crazy with thoughts and different voices. "I'm not...a bad person." I whispered, my body leaned up against his chest for support as I felt my eyes begin to burn. Images of bodies blurred my train of thought, The ones he and the others had brutalized popped up in my into my sick mind, so many fucked up events finally began to take a tole on my brain as they found one little crease to seep into. His hand grabbed my wrist, tight. I felt his other hand cup my cheek, pulling me closer to his body. "We are all bad people." He spoke aloud, his eyes not coming to mine once. "But...I'm not." I breathed out, trying to convince myself that I wasn't. "But you are, Y/n." He stated, looking down at me. His eyes were filled with... something unknown to my intoxicated mind. Deep down, I knew that for once, he wasn't lying to me. I truly was a monster, just, like, them.

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