I won't (The Lost Boys x reader)
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Everyone knows about the disappearances in Santa Carla. But somehow, that doesn't deter tourists from making their way to the boardwalk. But you were no tourist. You knew where, and who to avoid. Too bad you didn't know not to help the new kids across the street.
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TW: blood, murder, death, hypnosis, smoking, alcohol consumption, probably more that I can't think of right now
Reader discretion is advised
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