Texting my Fictional Friends
  • Leituras 63
  • Votos 7
  • Capítulos 4
  • Tempo <5 mins
  • Leituras 63
  • Votos 7
  • Capítulos 4
  • Tempo <5 mins
Em andamento, Primeira publicação em mar 19, 2016
Hey! So here's more weirdness from me. Me and one of my (not imaginary) friends were texting the other night, and we somehow got to the point where we (mostly me) were pretending to be texting fictional characters at the same time as we were texting each other. It was really fun, and in the process Kylo Ren was ranting to me about his life, Loki was stealing my friend's delicious bacon, and General Hux was talking about how he was annoyed at Kylo playing Fall Out Boy at full volume in the middle of the night. So, I have now decided to make a book of fake conversations between me and characters from my fandoms. Enjoy!
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Something didn't feel right. I looked around my room slowly; cautiously; taking everything in and trying not to feel too nervous. Perhaps Lure was in my room right now, watching me, silently laughing to himself. I didn't doubt it. I slipped off my bed and walked around, hugging my waist, and tilted my head. I felt my rough ponytail slide against the back of my neck and over my shoulder as I moved. "Lure?" I hissed, "Lure, are you there?" I wandered around a little, for some reason feeling scared. But why? It was only Lure. He wouldn't hurt me, would he? "Okay, Lure. Quit it. I know it's you. Who else would it-" I stopped, startled, when I heard a strange sound that made me cringe. It was like fingernails being dragged across a chalkboard. I whipped around and came face-to-face with my mirror. Immediately, I saw the difference. Various scratches were displayed across the glass, forming words. It looked as if claws had written the words in the mirror. "Deepest apologies, but it was fun." (All credit goes to my sister, who wrote this when she was in the twelfth grade)