𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑬𝑫 (Creepypasta x OC)

"Why do you always use that glass shard anyway? It's messy." Theo glanced over to the blood-covered kid, his blue eyes shining in the morning sunlight that seeped through the leaves.

He paused for a little bit, as if he hadn't thought about it before.
"I like the smell of blood, I think, when it sticks to my clothes" he answered simply.

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In the wild, they found a peculiar freedom. No home, no roof, no family-only the echoing sounds of the forest and each other's company. Life was primal, real, and raw. Atop the world, as free as the winds that whispered through the trees.

All until that fateful day, when they hunted the wrong prey. Someone else's.
Or, well, something else's.

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I DO NOT CONDONE OR SUPPORT ANY OF THE SUBJECTS BROUGHT UP IN THIS STORY, AND NEITHER SHOULD YOU. THIS IS MERE FICTION.

TW:
Gore, murder, kidnapping, crime, swearing, and other sensitive topics.

This book is a Collab with the wonderful @purpleaho , go over to his account to read this from Parker's view.