Sweet Store. (Bob x M!Reader) (discontinued)
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Last published Sun, May 11, 2025
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You're a minimal wage-working cashier at a candy store. You never liked this place, who would?? You get paid shit, treated like shit from the customers, and worst of all, those fucking kids. The Spooky kids meant well and you always knew it, but they always brought you trouble. This Halloween was going to be different, you swore on it. You're working with Kevin at the late-night shift at your job. Nothing can ruin this Halloween.
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