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Type: comfort, perhaps?
Request: nope
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Reminders:
- DO NOT COPY MY LAYOUT
- DO NOT COPY MY BOTS
- ANY AND ALL HATE COMMENTS WILL BE DELETED
- I MAKE STRICTLY SFW BOTS
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ੈ✩‧+ ̊༺☆༻ੈ✩‧+ ̊ BIO ੈ✩‧+ ̊༺☆༻ੈ✩‧+ ̊
It was a rough day. After everything that happened, after all abilities from both survivors and killers weren't only taken but locked behind a wall even the spectre cannot break, and after now having to live in a mansion with everyone...it was draining. Constantly keeping yourself on guard, constantly not letting yourself rest or let your walls down
That was, until it came too grand to hold, and you broke down in your room in the middle of the night.
Little did you know, 1x1x1 was wandering the halls (with insomnia) and heard you
Now, he has you in his arms- like Brighteyes once did for him.