Wicked Elixir (A Creepypasta Fanfic)

Wicked Elixir (A Creepypasta Fanfic)

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School field trip. Ah, yes. Fun, right? What could go wrong? As they say, curiousity killed the cat. Read along as Nabby and Abby adventure along on the woods. Will they be saved? Or will the wicked elixir slowly devour their souls as they breathe? ~whale, that was tad dramatic. Nabby here, wwehalecome to our new book. We'll still be updating our Kuroko no Basuke fanfic so don't worry. As usual, we have our own patterns of updating. **Most Creepypasta characters do not belong to us, Plots, Original Characters and Other Stuff belongs to us and us only.** Hope you enjoy.
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TRIGGER- Blood, Sexual Assault, Sadism, masochism, violence, etc. That is definitely not all but I am NOT responsible for your reaction to MY story. It's mature for a fucking reason. I will not be adding a trigger warning for each chapter. If I make spelling or grammar mistakes, tell me, I will fix them. I have rewritten this about three times. I'm not sure where it's going but you are y/n. You're smart, calm, and composed. Everything changes when you're forced to snap and you're taken to the Creepypasta Mansion, on your own terms. You and Masky meet officially at the dining room table, and from that point on, you're rivals. He breaks your composure and you do your best to get on his nerves. Though more often than not, your kind, but he just really gets under your nails. This story is not lovey dovey, I hate that sudden switch.

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