Dream witch x slender man fanfic

Dream witch x slender man fanfic

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I don't even know anymore:( Bad fanfic Yidhra x slender man kinda of I wrote this at 1 in the morning and the spellings awful lmao Some of it so u can leave quickly without having to read it all It was a dark and stormy night and Yidhra was following around a survivor as usual and followed them into the dark woods. She was chasing the little she saw black tentacles and thought it was just Hastur with different color tentacles. She didn't see the little girl anywhere and look and looks until she found her on the swing luckily she had a follower nearby. Before she could even use the follower she got knocked out. Yidhra saw the man who Knick out the poor child. It was a tall man but he wasn't a man he had no face and tentacles coming out of his back . He was wearing a suit like a suit you would wear to your grandmas funeral because she died of old age. Or a suit you would've wore if you were alive when she died. Yidhra saw this really tall faceless guy ,man whatever and thought "who the fuck is this and why he have no face , did someone combine hastur and jack cause like what".
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JEFF THE KILLER x FEM READER S N E A K P E A K : My grip tightened, my brain began to go crazy with thoughts and different voices. "I'm not...a bad person." I whispered, my body leaned up against his chest for support as I felt my eyes begin to burn. Images of bodies blurred my train of thought, The ones he and the others had brutalized popped up in my into my sick mind, so many fucked up events finally began to take a tole on my brain as they found one little crease to seep into. His hand grabbed my wrist, tight. I felt his other hand cup my cheek, pulling me closer to his body. "We are all bad people." He spoke aloud, his eyes not coming to mine once. "But...I'm not." I breathed out, trying to convince myself that I wasn't. "But you are, Y/n." He stated, looking down at me. His eyes were filled with... something unknown to my intoxicated mind. Deep down, I knew that for once, he wasn't lying to me. I truly was a monster, just, like, them.

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