Snow Arrives At Dawn(Creepypasta x OC)

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The little snowflakes danced in the air nipping and biting at the people Christmas shopping, people were laughing and cheering as their moods were as pure and happy as freshly fallen snow. "Everyone is happy, everyone but me that is". One scornful little soul thought. Lucas Haclain was his name. "they all just dance and prance about while I'm here just...existing, and yet no one can see me, how lovely".


(AN: Any creepypasta characters that I dont specifically say are mine belong to the owner, I also got inspiration from a story. I dont remember what it's called so you'll have to wait until I find it again)

Killer, signed off 

Edit: I found the story it's called "Snow Angle" I based this story off of it very loosely.All Rights Reserved

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