𝗥𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗽𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗯𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆:
Two meddling teenagers and one very, very small town.
Slowly add a growing body count.
Mix well until mystery thickens.
One serial killer? Optional.
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"Kid, what the fuck is this shit?"
"Wow, officer. Didn't your parents ever tell you to watch your mouth?"
"Well, pardon my French, but literally, what the fuck was that?"
"We found it."
"Who the fuck is this creep?"
"It's the killer, isn't it?"
"We don't have this. And I would know because if I read this earlier, I wouldn't be as freaked out as I am now. I mean Jesus Christ. Jesus Actual Christ."
"Yeah. It was secretly kept in a space and Sunny found it."
"Sunny? Is she the one who got out of the hospital already?"
"No, not that one. Sunny's still in the hospital."
"How is she... this friend of yours?"
"Still not good. They're monitoring her condition. She still hasn't woken up."
"That's bad, kid, I'm sorry."
"Yeah... but what can you do?"
"Pray, kid. Pray.
How'd she find these?"
"You'll have to read on to find out."
"You really don't want to give spoilers, huh?"
[ SMILE ]
"Wouldn't be as thrilling, wouldn't it?"
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I'm actually thinking if 99 parts (Wattpad's part limit) are enough to tell this story lmao. If it doesn't and I have to open a new book, will you still read it?
Also, here's Lorcan's IG page ↴
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[ I don't know what to say about Lorcan's feed apart from b&w aesthetic with random pops of colour that are usually his shoes. He loves shoes. He is a shoe maniac. Also doesn't follow anyone for the 'aesthetic'. ]
