My Zombie Chihuahua.

My Zombie Chihuahua.

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All this is is a semi-short , (I don't know how long it will be) informalish, grammatically incorrect-probably, wellll, most likely- story/remake of one I wrote a while back when I was younger, in a room, alone. I decided to re-write it as I want a better more detailed version of it and also want to see if i'm actually any good at writing and if I should make more stories in the future. There's a boy named Delilio ( De-lil-e-o ) who has an energetic pet chihuahua called Pedro and he, unfortunately, passes away and Delilio is devastated and mentally drained. His cuddle buddy, his best friend, his ride or die has vanished from his life forever...or has he? What happens next is quite unusual :) Read the story to find out ! follow me on instagram now or else i'll dislocate your jaw and take your kneecaps: milkiiijello ***STORY COVER IS MOT MY DRAWING!!***
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