When The Clock Stops (A ClockWork Fanficton)

When The Clock Stops (A ClockWork Fanficton)

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When your childhood best friend, Natalie, goes missing, you decide to try and help find her. In the process, you discover more about her than what you were prepared for. ~~~~~~~~ You stare at the sight in front of you, or more like what wasn't in front of you. What once stood Natalie's house, now was caution tape, ash, and whatever didn't burn in the fire. The police told you the fire was started by lightning from the storm. But you really doubted that statement, especially since Natalie's body was never found. Her parents were. Her brothers body was found. A thumb was found lodged in his burnt throat. Lighting didn't start this. ~~~~~~~~ - Cover art is NOT mine so all rights to the owner - The character Clockwork is owned by Soffbois on DeviantArt ~~~~~~~~ A JustAPotatoe666 Production
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You're alive! ...but you're not coming home. What happens when you awake to find that you've been dug up from your own grave after a month of darkness? Two grave robbers got more than they bargained for as they dug you up, assuming you were dead. When it's not the case thanks to the remaining specs of the slender man's blood keeping you alive. Not wanting the burden of keeping you they sell you off to a gentleman's club. Nothing between you or the Creepypastas will ever be the same, from misunderstandings to misleading hallucinations. Will they find you? Are they even trying? - 'I wish I never injected his blood...' you thought to yourself in a haze as a bright light bared down onto you 'because now I'm alive to endure whatever kind of hell awaits me...'

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