The White Rabbit (Creepypasta/ Scp Fanfic)
- Lectures 179
- Votes 12
- Chapitres 8
WIP- chapters are slow to be released, sorry.
Are villains really villains?
or are they just people that have been wronged, traumatized. locked up.
SCP 73941, or as they call themself, BuN has been locked in a containment chamber since they were 4 years old. Follow them on their journey to find freedom, and a feeling they had never felt before [REDACTED].
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