"Ohhh ahhh eeee paaa uuuh ooohh aaahhh kaaaaai meeee laa duuu ~" You woke up a few minutes after those sounds have been repeatedly made. You looked around, but saw nobody in the room with you. Still, being paranoid, you got out of bed and walked to the door. Nope, the lock was still locked.
"Are you looking for me?" The owner of the voice held a fake innocence to it, and it was followed by a child-like giggle. It was female, no doubt. You were spinning in circles and you still could not find where the voice was coming from.
"I'm right here, if you're wondering " You finally met the brightly dressed Kiwi. She was sitting on your bed no
2p!AmericaXReader Aftershock Part 6 by WhisperingWatermelon, literature
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2p!AmericaXReader Aftershock Part 6
And that was how, I, Alfred F. Jones, ended up standing in front of the BTT’s hangout (Ludwig’s house) holding a basket of cupcakes. It was like a fruit basket, but worse. I could, however, grin and bear it, seeing as how it was all for ______.
In response to my knocking, one of the large doors creaked open, and I heard a voice from inside say, “Pizza’s here!”
The door opened to a confused and disappointed albino. “Nevermind,” he sighed, “It’s just _______’s creepy boyfriend.”
I glared and none too graciously shoved the basket into his arms before inviting myself inside. Gilb