You had been running for 5 years, lived in too many houses. Then, one day you escape from your new foster home, like you had done many times before, but when you wake up you're somewhere completely different then where you had fallen asleep. As you...
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How does Jack Manifold exist?
A/N Starting this in the ranboo break time purge, today is the day that we call his dog a uh- well anyways, iykyk, the duality of bootwt: I'm happy that Ranboo's taking a break, he definitely deserves it and I'm really really happy that he's taking care of himself.
or
I HAVE EMOTIONAL ATTACHMENTS TO THE BOO BOY PLEASE WE'RE GOING INSANE
Anyways, im fine- /hj
HES IN THE FUCKING UK LETS FUCKING GOOOO
Also sorry for like no updates lol just dealing with school n shit also lmao our school almost caught on fire the other day, might've almost chopped off my finger in tech class- yeah it's normal (this is true also lmao)
Your POV -.-
Someone brushed shoulders with you, and then shoved you into a locker.
Ah, the beauty of school and how stories get forgotten after 5 or 6 months.
Usually it was less and then they'd all forget, but because all of you kept showing up to school with somewhat police officers uniforms, they remembered for a bit longer.
Nobody respected any of you anymore, and by that it meant that the family and friends nickname was now "The Weirdos." Or some stupid shit like that.
People had forgotten all about your first day of school and how you had simply kicked some people's ass.
It was fine though, since a plan sparked in your mind as you were there, squished between a locker and a river of human beings.
And as that plan burned bright on a match in your mind, you noticed something else.
A book flying above even the tallest person's head, coming right towards you.
Fuck..
Timeskip -;-
A foot. A literal foot, kicked your side, and your eyes opened immediately. You were ready to yell at whoever had kicked you-
Staring down at you were somebody's brown eyes, someone who had a hat on seemingly covering all of their hair... If they had any.
"Get up." The person had a gruff voice, one that seemingly sounded- fake?
You gathered your surroundings as you stood up, taking note of everything.
It was a decently small space, something like a closet. In it were buckets, pails, brooms, towels, trash cans, everything you could think would be needed for cleaning.
Perfect. A janitor's closet. Exactly what you needed today, on the day where Phil had warned all of you to be normal as it was the principal's day off, and Phil had a meeting where he was bringing his co-workers and boss (of one job he had) home to have dinner.
