Fixable (Creepypasta X Spirit! Dandere! Reader)

There's a building hidden in the dark,

Long abandoned in which no one talks;

Down the hall in to the farthest room,

Children gather in this ghostly tomb.

There's a home within the forest clear,

Hiding secrets that no one can hear.

Shred the broken body from the mind;

Immortality through death's design.

Your skull, it may be fractured and,

Your arms are severed to the bone.

The children undying,

They smile through their crying,

In a game that never ends..
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TRIGGER WARNING: This contains gore, swearing, and other material. If you're sensitive to that kind of thing, I don't suggest reading