(This is for both OCs that are Creepypastas and who aren't. Just a heads up .w.)
(Plot 2-)

As you walked down a lonely path within a park, you'd be met with the dim glow of the lights of lamps scattered across the side of the boardwalk.
As you walked, however, a dull, echoing click would be faintly heard from somewhere ahead as you'd see the barrel to a silver-tinted pistol being gently pressed against raven-black, messy, hair. the owner of such hair freezing in spot upon hearing such a noise..
The other boy, seemingly older than the one in the white hoodies, whose eyes were glazed over somewhat.. the only words that came from him were as cold as the night breeze and filled to the brim with a venomous tone,
"..Hello, little brother.."

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Remember to put ur characters info in the first chapter before beginning if you haven't already. Anywho, hope you enjoy!~

-Sheikah