Story cover for DOWNHILL  || 𝚂𝚊𝚕𝚋𝚞𝚛 by ChesterSleepysand
DOWNHILL || 𝚂𝚊𝚕𝚋𝚞𝚛
  • WpView
    Reads 60
  • WpVote
    Votes 4
  • WpPart
    Parts 2
  • WpHistory
    Time 11m
  • WpView
    Reads 60
  • WpVote
    Votes 4
  • WpPart
    Parts 2
  • WpHistory
    Time 11m
Ongoing, First published Sep 13, 2021
"𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖞 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖌𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖞𝖔𝖚'𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖘𝖘 𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖞 𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖙 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖞 𝖇𝖔𝖞?"

The guy stops, staring at her. He giggles. "W-wait, pretty boy?"

Sally feels her face heat up and reacts accordingly. "Shut up, what- whatever your name is."

"Wilbur," the guy says. "Wilbur Soot, nice to meet you."
He holds out a hand.

Sally stares at him, before taking it. "Well, nice to meet you, Wilbur Soot. I'm,uh... Charms?"

"You're lying. I can tell," Wilbur says. "What's your real name? You don't have to but I won't tell anyone else."

"Not telling."

"Okayy, well I'll be going! Until we meet again Miss Charms!"

Or: Sally the Salmon and Wilbur Soot vigilante au that starts off cute and fluffy but ends in time travel.

Warnings (will be edited): MCD,
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