School Bus Graveyard: I'm just a Gamer

School Bus Graveyard: I'm just a Gamer

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Horror
Y/N L/N had just graduated from GGA, the Gamer Guardian Academy about a year ago. You were lying on your couch in your bedroom, enjoying the peace and quiet. Your parents had gone on a business trip, which they claimed was "super boring," so they decided you could stay home. They wouldn't be back for a while, and for now, you were enjoying being alone-and single. Suddenly, Ozzy104 aka Me appeared in front of you. He smiled and said, "Congratulations on graduating from Gamer Guardian Academy." Then, his expression turned serious. "But there's something you need to know... You're being sent to another universe-outside of God and Jesus Christ's home universe. Your new destination is the School Bus Graveyard Universe."
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