To Girl Psychopath
To Girl Psychopath

To Girl Psychopath

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It All Starts With A Creppypasta Created From Me, As Long As The Character Is Me... That's Why I'll Put 1st Person U-U, Good Continuing... The Fanfic is About A Fish-Path Girl Who Wanted To Be Normal, But Can't Control Herself Close to Humans (It's Cannibal) Until She Has Psychopathic Attacks When It Makes Her Annoyed... She Finds Friends Or Even Maybe A Love In The Middle Of CreppyPasta...

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