Author's note

Knowing I burnt my house to ash? Living with that fact? That doesn't bother me. The punches and hits I receive? I couldn't care less. But this really fucking bothered me...

(Warning,
-Strong language
-Gore
-Sensitive content
-The reader is written gender neutral so anyone can read it I use they/them pronouns)
(Yes, I know Masky and Hoodie aren't Creepypastas but I really wanted to include them. They both belong to Marble Hornets.)
Thanks for reading!💕
(Art is not mine)