Final Girl (Creepypastas x Reader)

Final Girl (Creepypastas x Reader)

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"𝐈 π€πŒ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 π…πˆππ€π‹ π†πˆπ‘π‹ πƒπ€πŒπ πˆπ“" - - - - - - - It was supposed to be a reunion between old friends-not a planned murder setup. When Y/N is invited to reconnect with her old friend group at one of their family estates, she thinks the night will do her no harm. That is until the three masked men show up, the reunion turning into a bloodbath. One by one, her friends start getting picked off, the worst part is: one of them planned this. In the middle of nowhere with no way to call for help, three mysterious killers lurking, and a traitor among them, Y/N quickly learns that becoming a final girl is a badge you should wear with pride. Until they come after her again of course!
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You thought your phone was broken when it read nine-forty-three in the morning while it was pitch black outside. One look at social media gave you all the information you needed to know what was happening. The sun was gone. Everywhere, in every state, city, country. Not only that, but people were making up all kinds of excuses for why it was missing. Yet, with each hour that passed, it kept worsening. People began looting in major cities, creating mobs to rush important buildings or block off busy roads. You, living in a semi-large city, could hear the sounds from afar; until those sounds turned to screaming, yelling, running. There were things out there. Things that wanted to hurt you. People that wanted to hurt you. Will daybreak ever come again? Or was this new, apocalyptic setting forever your new reality? ...And why did a masked, bloodied, man just break into your bathroom? ORIGINALLY POSTED ON QUOTEV.

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