The Club
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Last published Fri, Sep 6, 2024
Hi there! You can call me Creepy or Creep, you can also use any pronouns when referring to me. I'm one of the creators of this story along with @Leonor550849 we started writing it back when we were on 8th grade and we have been writing it ever since, and even though this story started of as a small fanfiction writen by myself about our friend group it ended up in something bigger that we would really like to share with you guys, I would also like to apologize for any misspellings because as referred before in my bio, English is not my first language and I'm also translating this from Portuguese to English which can cause some phrases or names to seem "weird" or "different" (I also we have never done anything like this before lol).
Anyways...Enjoy! (Also I made the drawing on the cover! Please don't steal! <3)
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