Alpha Makka
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  • Reads 90
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  • Parts 1
  • Time <5 mins
Ongoing, First published Feb 19, 2020
Through the fog, his piercing aquatic orbs had me pinned on the spot.

With every step he took towards me, more and more tears would fall down my frozen cheeks. 
He came closer, inch by inch until he was breathing down my neck. I gasped as he whispered the most chilling words into my ears.

"It's makkapakka madafakka"

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