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Sleep paralysis demon Dwayne 🖤🌌

"Imagine if i decided that tonight was the night 🌃 that is came to an end, all this suffering, not like anyone would care, they'd be happy I'm gone because I'm not worth time or trouble, I'm just useless little Y/N".

pov flash back

The hot humid breeze that traumatized the civilians of Santa Carla was something else especially in the hot summer nights .

Waking up in the middle of night covered in sweat was no biggie for me, most nights I'd scare myself awake with just the sound of my own crying, but tonight was different I felt as if I was being watched.

Snapping back into reality back into the real world, i Opened my eyes my hair drenched in sticky sweet, after a quick scan of the room my body froze as i stared in fear into the corner of my room looking back to me, yellow eyes that only seemed to disappear into the dark shadows of the corners of my room.

End of pov

I remember as i was growing up i would

I'd always talk to the man in the corner i liked to call him Mr whispers, he was my only friend growing up even though I'd never actually seen him before, no one else knew about him besides me.

My mum said he wasn't real and that he was. Only apart of my imagination, she told me that i should make friends since i didn't have any, but I didn't mind that i didn't have much friends growing up, not that i cared, Mr whispers would come by every night to see me, he'd tell me stories about everything he even told me about his brothers, 3 of them, Marko, Paul, and David. But Mr whispers would never stay for to long There were nights that could drag into Mornings,

But after a couple of years he stopped visiting, And that's when the night got boring and cold, i was only 9 at the time but that didn't stop me from looking for Mr whispers.

So every night when my mum would go to sleep i would jump out of bed and tiptoe to the door pushing open the slides and let the curtains flow across the the stone cold floor as the cold breeze danced with my curly Brunette hair breathing in a deep breath of salt air before stepping on the the soft sand.

End of flash back…

Present…

Walking on the beach of Santa Carla was like a treat after a long days of work, minus the over baring surf Nazis that though that they practically ran this shit show

With nothing but the moonlight to guide me along sea shore it was like old times where me and mum would walk along the beach Just enjoying the smell of ocean water as it came crashing like the waves as it filled my nostrils.

Half way down the beach i could see and hear the joyful laughter and excited screams as they filled the air, colourful lights of the carnival rides, games and the smell of deep-fried food there was. Always something about the thrill of the chase that excited me, nights I'd spend hours on the beach and just listen to everything around me.

the sound of water crashing onto the shore, but tonight felt different like there was something waiting for me in the distance, that distance being the board walk, Making my self across the beach trying my best to avoid any no good slimy surf Nazis, without any trouble i make it to the stairs only to come face to face with baddest bunch of them all The 'lost boys'

( dun dun dun👁️👄👁️ Zaddies 🤧 I'm sorry but that all I have for you tonight please leave a comment on anything I should to make it better)

Lizzie and Gordo, Miley and Oliver, Sonny and Chad, Carly and Freddie, Chyna and Fletcher, Austin and Ally, Jessie and Luke, Riley and Lucas, Alto and Ranka, Arnold and Helga, Phil and Keely, Tori and Cat, Zack and Maddie, and a whole lot more. 

See this guy:

He will sit in the corner of a silly free to play match 3 puzzle giving you bedroom eyes and praising you in an English accent reminiscent of Tim Curry's Nigel Thornberry. He also has a plot where he is overdramatic and morally grey.

Don't act like you need more than that Tumblr we both know you don't.

It's called secret puzzle society and it's on the store.

I should be sleeping instead I'm teared up over Zaddie Ozai's ending in this spot on Stockholm Syndrome fic.