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̵̢̛̫̲̼̩̮̮̻̙̩̟̰͈̞̦͇̻̫̝̭͕̗͇̲͗͗͊̀͋͌̿̓̔̒̍̀̇̌̆́̆̒̆̒̽̊̑͘̚͠ͅī̸̧̦̠͔̦̻͖͈͖̭̠̱̤̮̭̖̥͇͎͈͓̫̰͐́̐̐̂̇̈́̂͗̑̂̚͘͜͠ͅͅͅn̶̡̨͈͖̦͙͙͖͉̞̰͍͉͎͈̪͋͑̋̂̎͆t̷̘̾̐e̷̡̨̡̛͉̩͈̤̦͍͓͕̗̬̩͓͈͇̳̠̞̒̽̏͐̂̃́͘͝r̴̨̛̪̲͕̰̭̜̗̘̼̝͔̙̠͕̬̬̈́͛̿̒͛́͆̽̎̀͘͜͝͝ả̶̡̧̡̧̫̪̬̭̪̭̱̮̬͖̞̪̩̝̣̦͙̼͖̭̘̼͇̀̓̾͌́̇͛̀̓̃̌̿̾́̈́̈́̾̍̃̚̚c̵̬̦̱͍̗̳̬̝͙̜͖̟̳̔͐̍͒̀̎̂͑͌͋̔̀̓̾̀̿̆̎̎̅̌͝t̴̡̢̡̪̰͙͚̤̟̠̲̤͛̀̐͐̿͑̔̈̾̆͂̋̓̽̓͘͠͠e̴̡̦̬͚̖̼͔̱͈̪͓͇̜̺̱̥̤̟̻̓̊̌̈̔̅̽͊̄̆̓͌̀̿̏͑̅͊̐̑̋̃̔̀̈̿͝ͅd̶̨̜̺̤͍̺̦͕̰̝̰͎̱̮̙̮̳͈̆ ̷͍̦̩͇̜̮̮̟̦͎̫̝͍͍͈̄̈̈́̈́̓̐̿̓͝ẅ̴̨͖̲̖̼̝͍̥̘͇̪̰͔̼̯̟̥̜̬̱̜̱̤̫́̉́̓͆̅͆̃̄̇̊͒̇̿̐͂̀̃̇̉͐̆̃̚̕͜i̴̢̡̢̢̤̗͍̯̦͇̞̪̠͉̦͎̩̣̬͚̱̞͐͛̍̐̉̈͑̂̈́͑̋͜t̴̻̪̱̙̮͎̝͖͈͍̾͒͂̈́͌̋̓̀̃̆͌̊͂̌̋͐̚͝h̵̡̧͍͓̦̘̺̟͔̞͇̭͈̬̩͕͕̼̖̮̭͙̳̎ͅ ̴̨̡̧̨̬͍̯̻̝̝͓̣̘̭͕̒͌̀͂̿͂͋̓͐͝t̴̡̨̟̖̫̮̙̺̆͆̀̐͜ͅḥ̷̼͎̞̹͈̎̓̌̀͑́̊̎̀̑̈́͘̚͠ͅẻ̴̛͙̘̭̼͈̪̲̱͚̼̫̜͈͚̰̹͍̦̲͈͇͎̩̌̇̐̄̓̽̀̍̌͒́̓̔̑̑͌̓̚͠m̵̡̬̖̗̲̦̘͙͉̤̲̳̻̤̀̀̃͊̒̀͋̊͛̏͋̽̕͘͜͝,̸̖̺̲̝̣̗͑̋ ̵̡̛͓͇̮͓̼̲̼̟̥̃͌̃͗͌̾͆̅͛̚͝t̵̢̳̺̹̯̘̳͖̤̫̫͉͕͕̥̞̒̊̈́͊̍̈̆͌́͋̄̌̏̆̀̈́̽̄̓̔̉͘̕̚̚͝͝͠h̷̨̛͍̝͎̾͗̿̔̒͌͒͝e̵̛͙̭̭̬̬͙̳͎͇̟̪̦̍̉͗̆͆̽́̿̑̽͐͐͌͂̄̈̎͊́͝͠͝y̶̶̡̛͔̜͖̤̭͙̥̩̠̞̱̟͎͎̳̰̮͖̥̠̪̲̾̇̐̐̾̾̀́͌̑̒̏̓́́̎̇͑̿͗̈́̉̈́́͘͝͝ͅͅd̶̢̨̛̜̩̣̜̱̻͎͖̰͔̗̙̈́̋̅́̾̈́̅̂͒̒̂̾̀̊̔̎̕͠͝ơ̷̼̩̙͕̺͚̱̦̦̬̘̹̰̗͋̌̑̏̾́͝ͅn̸̢̞͚͖̳͍̠̠̦̖̦̩̞̩̰̩͙͒̂̂̀̈́̾̒́̀̇̌̈́́̀͆́́̈́͘͘͝͠'̸̧̨͈̙̣̜͙̲̤̮̤͇͊̓͑͂͝ṱ̵̢͇͕͚͖̪͇̳̻̩͎̞̭̟̘̟͔͔̣̓͗͋͐͛̃̓͂̕͠ ̵̮̘̜̲̯̜̠͈̯̭͙̻̗̩̳͇̘̬̬̳͕̺̩̲̀̚b̴̛͇̝̀͗͑͑̆́̃̂͑͆̌̐̈́i̵̛̘̼͔͕͖̬͉͍͓̇͆̒̔̽͒̈́̀̂̽̅́̏̍̑̇́̈́͐͐̏̚͘͘͜͝ͅţ̸̡̠̠̭͉̳̹̹̮̺͉̝͖͍̙̹̦͙͚̽̈͜͝ͅȇ̵̢̛̬̳̲̞͙̜͔̘̜̰͚̼̟̘̥̩̆̔,̴̧̢̧̛̜̮͇̥͕̙͚͕̤̼̻̞͙̼̭̞̮̿͑͌̊̍͑̈́̉̀̓̃͊̀̂̀̔́̕͘͜͠.
̵̢̡̳̹̺̪̺͍̪̗̮̺̟̳̟̹͓͚͓̹͕̱̈́̐̀̃̊͛̐̂͊͊͋̄̓͛̆͂͜͜͠͝s̸̤͖͆ō̶͓̈́̌ ș̴̯̉̌̉̂͝t̶̢͇̪̞̼̣͇̟̗͍̳͉̪͓̱̮͔͎̟̰̖̣̪͖̙̘̫̘͎̿̃̏͋͛̃͋̃͗̓̔͗̀̈͆͊̅̃͌̽ǫ̷̛̭̉̔̋̿̈́̆͂͝͠ͅp̷̨̧̣̦͓̼̤̰̟̯̺̙̳̭͉͉̯̳̟̠̘͈͓̗͚̹̿̂̎̌̕͜ ̶̛͙̻͓̯͎͔̖̯̤̠̯̟̹̭̟̺͎͉̘͙̯̤͖̹̞̿̆̏́̈̀̃́̏̔̓͐̍͋͗̈́̐̅͐̓͆͌͆̈́̚͘͝͝͠b̴̡̧̛̹̣̣̦͈̟̤̮̮̙̳̘̳͔͓͔̠̺̹̘̏̓̂͊̐͒͋̾́́̐͐̚͘͜ͅͅe̴͎͙̰͂͝ȉ̸̡̨̧̨͙͚̗̞͓̭̜̭̘͇̯̬̼͔̭̝̙̫̟̾̈́͗͊̈́͑̆̈͒͑̃̆̈́͐͆́̚̚̚͠ͅn̸̨̢̘̖͉̼̺̬̼̟͔̩̻͎̫͎̲͔̲̼͖̗̩̲̈́̃̑̉̀̀̽͛͑͌͗́̎͋͋̾̈́̆̅̆̚̕͠g̷̡̨̛̱͕̻̣͕̺͙͎̥̝̗̪͖̻͈̃̾̅̓͂̽̈́͋͆̾̀̎̈̚͜͜͝ ̸̢̜͕̪̝͖̣̤͔̫͖̜̺̻̇̍͋͐̀̿͜͝a̴̛̛̼̗̠͈̘̩̘͕̞̺̩̘̥͇̼̼̰͎̅̂̓͋͒̈̆̏̅̃́͗̎͂̽̈́̐͗̈́͠ p̵̨̭̹̬̬̩̭͈̟͕̃̈́u̶̘̖͇̮̙͓̮͍̯̮͈͓̰̣̗̽̋̌͑̉̽̎͂̅̌̎̀̓͘͝ͅs̶̮̜͖̜̮͈̰̫̣̭̘̫̥̙̜̰̼͍̓͊͌̎͐̄̎͛͛̂̿̏͌̈̒̇͂̔̿̋͗̚̚͘͝ͅs̵̛̝̰̘̠̪̯̬̼̗̭̬̺̣̖̬͓̼͚̥̺̙̻̉͑ͅy̸̢̛̛̛̻̥̝̤̺̳͔͋͋͆̉̈̏́̐̉̋̓̓̊̾̏͒́́͛̂͋̊͗͐͋͠ a̴̦̟̯̬̪͇͉̦̗͕̱̭̫͓͎̔̈́̒͜͜ͅn̷̠̪̹̼̹͓͕͍͆̉͒̽̒̅̂̓̋̽͆̎̀͐̎̆̄̌̊̄̕̕̚ḏ̸̤͖͖̱̠̠̩͉͉̦̈́̿̔͜͝
ģ̶̛̺̺̂̊̽̍͂̔̑̒͑̅͗̄̅̏̐͆́̂̽̕͝ę̸̻̘͖̟̭͕̤̓̇̌̂̽͒͝ͅͅt̶͚̱̼͚͚̮̯̜̘̺͖̱̞̰͉͔̖̖̟̟̼̔̀̚͜͜ ̴̟̞̯̯̺̞͔͍̰̜̮͉̙̪̲̯̣̽̓̾̑̌̿̍̅͊̉͐̈̏̽͜͝ơ̷̬̦̜̭̗͙͎̮̱̣̆͆̋̄͌͑̀̋͊̑̆̒̽̔̏͛̍̍̀̏̍̎̄͝v̴̨̢̛̥̞̼̳̩̗̟̔͌͑̽̈́̆̅̈͆͂͗̎̓͝e̷̢̧̖͉̻̲̰̬̳͓̩̘̦̻͔̮̗̜͚͖̊ͅr̶̢̢̜̟̐̈̅̔͆̄̎̃̍̇̃̋́́͊̎̈̽̒̀͑̈̉̿̚̕ͅ ̶̢̡͉̬̘̝̙̤̹̩̯͉̯̦͇͕̫̆́̍̋̽̀̅̌͌͒̓̑͋͐͘͘͘h̴̠͙̝͎̋̆̎͋̔̍͋̓̆̓̀̀̎̚͘̚ę̸̧̛̝̋̈̈͐̐́͊̕r̷̡̛̳̟̠͇̞̔̃̃̍̈́͗͂͗̐̂̈́̑͌͛̕͘̚͝͝ę̸͖̟͉̩̦̬͓̝͎͔̜̬̣͓̘̈́̈́͗̄͛̈́̽̃̈́͊͋̂͊͆͐̚͝.̵̨̡̡̧̡̡͇̰̼̫̯̤̮̘̱̣̳͇̮̯̩̰̱͙̳̥̫̊̐͜ͅ" D
I follow my friend through the spiders and up a flimsy ladder, 'Finally! You're up.' They snigger at me as they speak. They're different, but it could just be them maturing, alot of kids their age do it.
A scruffy man appears and starts talking to us "Hey you, ye troublesome laddie.". "Who? Me?" Donnie laughs at him. "Aye, You Lad! Quit being so harsh to your wee human friend. You're also manky as hell, get a wash." The scruffy man groans. Donnie stares at him in disgust and scoffs so I elbow him in the ribs. "Ow! What the fuck!" Donnie wails in pain. I give him a glare and look about the treehouse to see what's there. I see a ripped up couch, a dull teal hammock, an oak chair (that has a lot of cuts on it), and a ton of other stuff I don't know the names of.
"Why did you do that?" Donnie sighs as I search the place. "Do what?" I say as I turn around to face them. "Elbow me in the ribs?" They hiss at me. "You were being rude." I say at them. They ignore everything I just said so I sit on the hammock. It feels as if it's going to break underneath me... "GET OFF IT!!" Donnie yells and drags me off the hammock as it breaks......... Then I wake up....
"Oh, you're finally awake!" Evan laughs and drags me out of bed. I'm still in my pajamas. Great.
I turn my head to see Tammy giggling on the top bunk. Xey has something in xeir hands, a fluffy object. Or bird.
[ Date posted : 25.01.2022 / 01.25.2022 ]

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^ Devil Town ^
FantasyThis story is heavily inspired by the song " devil town " by cavetown After three years after Donnie's death, Anthony starts hallucinating that his dead friend is actually still alive. In Ant's dreams they go to this place called 'Devil Town' , even...
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