DANCE MOTHERFVÇKER// Quackity X reader

DANCE MOTHERFVÇKER// Quackity X reader

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Fantasy series: book 3 [̲̅$̲̅-------------$̲̅] Silence, not even a trace of human presence. "This doesn't make any sense he is supposed to be here." You said. "Searching for me ladies and gentlemen?" You heard a male deepish voice say. You looked around still not being able to see anyone. "Where the fuck are you?" You asked looking around spinning your axe. You looked at the left side balcony seeing the same man on the poster standing on the railing of the balcony. "Right here!" He then took a heal turn and leaned back falling off and disappearing.
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It wasn't supposed to be a rescue. It wasn't even supposed to be real. A drunken dare. A reckless chase. A twisted game. Harry and his friends entered the house with one thought-to take what wasn't theirs. But the moment they crossed the threshold, the game turned against them. The doors locked. The walls shifted. Their desires became chains, their laughter swallowed by silence. At first, they thought it was a man-a monster lurking in the dark, toying with them. But the deeper they went, the more the truth clawed at their sanity. The house was alive. And it wanted them to suffer. Time unraveled. Lust turned to regret. Hunger turned to madness. Their mistakes tightened like a noose, and soon, Harry found himself losing more than just his way. He was losing them. And the house was still watching. Because no one leaves until it is done with them. The House That Whispers

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