So.. I'm pooping a lot of chapters because of ma bootiful commenters. XD
The people who usually vote or comment on my story.. I remember your user now. Everytime you dont comment i'm liek huh did dey die.
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Y/N's
I sat on my bed with the card in between my fingers.
I brushed over the smooth cover.
It was white.
The only decor it had was the specs on glitter that was hardly visible.
In the very corner it had the words "For Y/N" written on it.
The writing was so neat and fancy.
I opened it slowly.
I jumped as happy cheerful music started to blast from the card.
Startled, I immediately closed the card.
I took a few seconds to think about what the heck just happened.
It was so loud..
I slowly opened it once again.
The music started to play once again.
I quickly examined the words so I didn't have to listen to this horrible music anymore.
Dear Y/N,
We would all like to wish you a happy birthday
I raised an eyebrow.
My birthday?
I had almost forgotten how many days had pasted by.
I lost track of time when I had came here.
At the bottom of the card.
There were dozens of signatures of every creepypasta.
Jeffery...
I almost laughed to death.
He used his full name.
Benjamin.
I cried again.
These names sounded so unusual when it was the whole name.
Masky.
Hoodie.
Jane.
Clockwork.....?
Who's that? If I had met her before I'm sorry I have bad memory.
Sally
Splenderman....
Offenderman....
I shut the card.
There were tons more, but half of the names there I didn't know who the hell were.
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Broken(Masky x Reader x Hoodie)
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