A little Bird with Blood on her Claws CreepyPasta (Eyeless Jack) Fanfiction
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  • Reads 413
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  • Parts 23
  • Time 1h 4m
Ongoing, First published Apr 14, 2016
Mature
Darkness. That was the only thing I could see. As I opened my eyes and found myself lying in a bed that wasn't mine. As I pushed myself up, my head throbbing something awful, I noticed that my body was covered in bandages, and that for some reason I was only in my underwear.

((P.S. This story will contain strong language, (i have a habit of dropping the F bom a lot so just to give you a heads up). I'm not sure if I'll add a LEMON part or not, but if I do I do and if I don't then I'll just leave it to your imagination. Hope you like it and fill free to send me some feed-back if you have questions or if there is any mistakes that I over looked.))
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