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(A/n hey don't miss my other story's  and remember request are forever open)

Y/n was alone again. They had run from their home because it wasn't much of a home in the first place. You still felt the bruises and cuts you had received up until this point. You had packed the few articles of clothing you owned, and your favorite plush toy that you had found in the trash while you had been searching for food. That had been a day ago. You were across the town and looking for a good, warm, safe place to rest. "Hmmm" that could work. You stared up at an old abandoned building with a large sign hanging crookedly off the building. It read "Joey Drew studios" It looked safe enough, what's The worst that could happen?

(I know It's short but this is the best I can do, sorry 😐 school sucks) bye



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