𝚂𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 (discontinued xCreepypasta chatfic)
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Ongoing, First published Jan 20, 2022
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selcouth ; (streɪndʒ ) adj. odd, unusual, or extraordinary in appearance, effect, manner, etc; peculiar.

Let's say, hypothetically, you were bored.
Now, any person thinking straight would do exactly what you decided to do.

You texted a random number.

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this is 100% crack probably
spoiler: it absolutely was not

"omg what if you named it the same way marble hornets was named 💀 just take the first two things yiu see /j" - twistednoglastia jan 20 2022, not expecting me to do quite literally that two seconds later

CONTENT WARNINGS:
Disassociation (Dissociative Amnesia to a severe degree)
Trauma
Murder
Jokes of murder
Actual murder
Dead siblings
Dead parents
Severe Depression
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