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Black Rabbit  (Olice)

Black Rabbit (Olice)

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(This is and AU based like before Claire dies yadayadayada) Alice, the 'school demon'. People avoided her room like the plague. Most not even dating to step foot in the same hallway. She was locked away in some dark void for who knows how long. Nothing to do, no one to talk to, mentally going more insane than people already think she is. She kills every student who enters her room, which only happens around once or twice every month or two. The teachers would feed her scraps sometimes, but they didn't really care. That was until one day, something unexpected happened. A boy entered her room and befriended her. She was scared of him and aggressive at the same time but... maybe she could learn to trust him? !!This story Will contain the follow: Blood/Gore, Cursing, SH, possible suicide attempts, some bad jokes, cannibalism, and possibly a few more!! The cover artist: Lemøn(me)!
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(Eight part story) You looked up to see that your room was completely painted in black, but the words written in red were gone, along with the voices. You shakily got to your feet, thinking it was over with. You were far from right. You looked towards the doorway to try and escape your horrible room. Your eyes immediately widened, filling with tears. You backed away, finally giving up and completely letting your emotions play across your face, despite who was standing in front of your door with a knife in her hand. (I don't own you, Hetalia, the picture, or Sweden. I own the storyline.)

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