Your Name is (Y/N), A nice girl...And everyone thinks you are! But there is this one person who likes you too much, Your stalker. (Tbh who else would it be?) And he has a tickle fetish. He would love to lock you up and tickle your soles for hours on end.. and other places *wink wink*.
You were walking down the street but all of the sudden you see a man who looked very suspicious. He wore black shades, a black trench coat, and he had a bag that looked like it had doctor supplies in it. "Perhaps he's a docter," You thought "But he looks quite similar to (S/N). You see that he takes the same turn as you.. like he's following you. "I better head home quick."
<<<Time Skip>>>
He rushes up to you like he's going to ask you somthing, he grabs your attention by pulling on your hand, "H-hello," He starts,
I've been seeing you for a while and..um.. I think I've seen you before. We were in collage together!" You stare at him with a blank face "No, I don't think we have." You want your hand from him, "B-but!" You've already ran off.
When you got home it was already 9:00 p.m.. 4:00 p.m. when you left. You lay on your bed and start reading a book that Steven King wrote. "Wow I love the way he-" You stop being lost in your thoughts and look outside "It's that man I saw earlier.." You get up to lock the doors, "Ugh people these day's..." Just get off my lawn!"
You turn around to go back to your room and- Theres a cloth on you're mouth and it smells like...chloro...form...
"Wow! That was fun! I hope you like it! I'll be writing more.
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