Killer or not?
Killer or not?

Killer or not?

Synopsis

Bobbie, a girl among many creepypastas. Daughter of a creepypasta... Who had never seen the world outside the mansion where she was born and raised... On her 16th birthday, her father lets her do her first hunt. She didn't know, but this day would be different from all the days of her life, marked by an idiot human! ...
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Olá, eu sou a Misa... Bem o que eu devia dizer? Bom, eu gosto de filmes de terror, desenhos idiotas, jogos, séries, etc... Meu estilo de mu...

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Total: 15,503 words
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Capítulo 1

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Por que você não acredita que eu posso?...

752 words•~4 min
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"Eu não sei como é esse sentimento também..."

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Uma ressaca muito forte

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Eu vou te fazer sentir dor!

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Esse garoto...

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Será?

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Vamos voltar pra casa... Juntos!

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A volta!

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Tudo está perfeito?

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Quem é ela?!!

1,074 words•~6 min
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Você sempre estará em minhas lembranças...

1,253 words•~7 min
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O latido humano!

1,368 words•~7 min
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Aviso...

134 words•~1 min

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