NOTE: THIS IS AN ABANDONED UNFINISHED WORK
Leanne was always the odd one out. The flaw in the code. She knew her place. So, she spends most of her time either reading and writing fanfic about Creepypasta, as well as drawing fanart.
The other part?
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Screams rang out from the kitchen. "M-mom? D-dad?" I said, shaking. My soft skin graze the carpeted stairs as I walk down into the living room. I saw my dad lying on the ground, his blood scattered everywhere. As I collapse next to the corpse, a groan signifying death sounded from the kitchen. Peeking over the couch, I see her blood is on the countertop along with her organs.
Ew.
Gross.
But on her stomach is a note, pinned to the organ by a knife.
Dear Leanne,
Don't think I didn't notice you. I will come back for your blood. In the end, you won't survive long.
-Zalgo
Great! Zalgo is hunting me!
Wait... I should probably call 911.
~2 months later~
~St. Mary's Orphanage~
~Sunday, June 21, 2005~
~9:22 pm~
My AO3 page has blown up in five days. No one ever liked me, this was a anomaly to me. Why would anyone like my stuff? Heh, they're probably pitying me. People spam me with personal notes and commissions on DeviantArt. Why? My artwork looks horrible, I have no talents whatsoever. It all goes to my spam folder anyway.
I click on the tab and continue to read another Creepypasta. I was reading Jeff the killer's creepypasta once again. I stare at his cut smile and black-rimmed eyes. The pencils I bought shimmered, calling to be. To be free.
After a half hour or so, I finish a cute little drawing:
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(I give credit t whoever made this, I can't draw that good.
SO KAWAII!!)
I write in cursive his name and close my sketch pad. I'll post it later on DeviantArt.
