Wednesday POV:
"What should we do with this?" Enid said, peering down at the body. "I think we should-"
"EVERYONE QUIET," A familiar voice shouted. I whirled around to face Sheriff Galpin walking through the door's ruins. The murmuring stopped instantly. I felt hatred blazing inside my body so vicious that I was surprised I didn't burst into black ashes. He walked over to me. "What is this?" He asked. "Can't you see?" Enid growled angrily. Galpin turned to Enid. "And who is this colourful mutt?" he mused. How dare he. Enid bit her lip in anger. "I'm surprised they haven't fired you yet," I hissed. Galpin chuckled and looked down at me. "Well, first of all, the'll never believe you," he said. "And second of all, there isn't a new mayor, which means nobody can fire me," he smirked. "It might be me,"
Nope. That will not happen. I'll kill him if he'll be it.
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Oh Enid... ((Wenclair))
FanfictionThis story is quite crappy. All artwork/images are all by me, either drawn, edited, or screenshotted from Netflix.
