六十一
chenle was walking around school, passing a crowd - and came across someone who looked exactly like himself - just standing there
he tried to talk to him, but he held an expressionless expression, but then the face began to contort, skin slid off until all was left was a skull and flaps of skin
chenle ran, and ran to escape this horrible nightmare, before feeling his phone vibrating.
it was a call, from himself
he answered, and all was heard was his voice screaming in agony, as the phone hit the ground,
his eyes shot open, sweaty, and his breaths and pants uneven
he was in indescribable fear - sitting up on the bed, with his clothes that clung onto his sweaty body
the darkness beginning to swallow him whole
he needed jisung
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um what the fuck thank you so much for 20k
i'm shook
wtf