Even with all the blood and shizzle mcdrizzle I think he still looks cute úwù

Day 2: ✔

Here's a bit longer fanfic:

Will's POV (FANDOM CROSSOVER SKSBEKXJ-):

I saw him again. That guy who acts weird all the time. I don't mean as a suspicious weird, just weird in general. I've met him before and he doesn't seem... Normal. He purrs and coos and giggles like crazy. His voice sounds like the average cutesy type of voice. It seemed to fit his skittish and hyper personality. He walked by from the other side of the road. He stops at his tracks, stands still for a couple seconds, and turns around to see me. He stares in a way that makes me uncomfortable, yet it's easy to ignore. He soons smiles and waves. I hesitantly wave back. He then stops. His smile fades into a straight line and continues on his way. Boy am I suspicious of this guy. He seems to be a bit too, innocent, to be around. Especially since with all the murders going around...

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I sit on one of the park's benches, keeping to myself. When an out of nowhere "Hello!" Startles me. Giggling comes after that. It was him. "Hey Will!" He giggles then coos. "Hey, a... Denis.." I greet back. "How's your day going?" He smiles. I try my best not to be rude, because this guy seemed to be a special needs person. "My day's going great so far, thanks for asking. How's yours?" I ask trying to smile. "Pretty good!" He responds with the typical little laugh. Then he starts rambling a bit fast. "Y'know colors are what I usually think of. Do you think of any colors? I like most colors but red seems to stand out for me out of every other color. It's very vibrant and well colorful. It just looks good on almost everything and even everyone. I like rainbows and stuff but red is the top best hands down for me! Red red red! Hehe!" Inside I'm getting a bit disturbed while on the outside I'm trying my best to keep my crooked smile. I nod. "E, yeah. Red looks cool. I, uh, usually think of blended colours, like, purple and green." I respond. He brightens a bit more, though he was brighter than the damn sun already. "Oooh I've never thought of those types of colors before. Those sound cool!" He smiles and - you probably know already. Then he stops. He looks around in the air. "I... I gotta go!" He says in his still young voice. He runs off out of the park. "Uh.. Bye..?" I say as he ran, he probably couldn't hear it since he was already far. I didn't know what was up with this guy. What freaked me out the most is that he just said he 'needed to go' when he stared at absolutely nothing. Amd the fact he rambled about the colour red. Something was up, and I knew it...

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It was late as I walked with my friends. We were just hanging out off to see a game when Jorge's ticket flew out of his hand. "Oh crap!" Jorge says as he leaned down to try and nab it back. The wind blew it to the dark of the alley. It was barely visible at the very end of the alleyway. "Uh oh. Jack lost his ticket." Charlie announces. "...We don't have to go to the game anymore if you want. It's just a game after all." I say. Jorge shakes his head. "Nah, it may be too dark but I can get it. You guys go ahead now.." He says. I looked at my watch. The game was about to start in a couple minutes. "We gotta hurry if we wanna catch the game on time!" Ryan said. I nod, "You guys go ahead I'll wait here for Jorge." I say.  "Thanks!" They run off hurrying one another. "Okay now where the hell is my ticket..." I heard Jorge mumble to himself. I wanted to help out when he already descended into the barely visible dark. I hear his footsteps fade, then there was total silence with nothing bit the wind. I step a foot forward when I hear this blood curdling scream. "Oh fuck.! Jorge!?" I call out. "JACK!" I had no choice. I ran in after him. That's when I heard the most disturbing thing in my life... Giggling. Familiar giggles. I crept forward seeing some sort of light. Below the dim light were two figures. One on the ground, the other looming over it shaking as I heard those giggles. The giggles soon went from sounding innocent, to sounding like psychotic laughter. The laughter sounded so unnatural, so weird... I silently crept forward. I saw what came to view. It was Jorge laying there dead from dozens of stab wounds. And standing over him... Denis. He laughed and laughed a type of laughter that didn't seem to fit his voice at all. It sounded deeper and crazy. He held a bloody knife in his hand as he laughed away. I coughed on accident. I covered my mouth immediately in fear. It was too late. Denis stops laughing and his expression turns into a blank and unamused look. He stares right at me, his eyes pierce through my soul. Blood spatters and splotches all over his shirt and arms, and his cheeks. This wasn't Denis at all. It was an all new Denis. One that I'd never even imagine I'd see. "You weren't suppose to see that..." He says in this voice that wasn't squeaky like his. It sounded deeper from his original. Everything, the ambiance and his expression, this was too creepy. My fright or flight instinct kicked in. As soon as he stepped forward, right towards me with that pissed off blank expression, I ran as fast as I could. I ran far as possible, away from him. I didn't dare look back. I hid very quicky, dialing 911. I heard a harsh growl behind me. I didn't get the chance to dial. I turned around. Denis. Nothing on him changed besides his skin being blood stained free. Everything stayed the same, including that haunting look from him. I'm in shocked fear. He steps closer, I step away. He kinda twitches. "I... I thought... W-we were.. F-f-friends..." He stutters like crazy before he rapidly shoves me to the ground. I yelp. His breathing becomes heavy as he tightly grips the knife with both hands. He lifts it up over his head. I pleaded for mercy. "NO PLEASE I'M SORRY-" Too late, he screams the most haunting screech I've ever heard... And takes a hit... Many and many after that. Not stopping, until he covered in my blood, and I'm finally dead.

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Welp, 29 days left now, eheh~