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The worse fanfic that I'd ever written.
Tick Tock

Tick Tock

I heard the clock doing the sounds as I came in. I haave a fucked-up brown hair and dark brown eyes. I am in my shitty apartment that was by the dumbass woman named Crasey. She has blonde hair, blue eyes, and a body of the model that every men- and women. She is pansexual- wanted. She always act like a dumb bitch such as she thought that poo is like ice cream and ate it like a hunger homeless person. She was th bossy type to me. She sometimes made-up words that don't made fucking sense. She called it 'Craseypitious', but I called it 'The Fucking Dumb Shit To Say To People'. She always made my life miserable-not like jealous if you thought of that.

I went to my computer and go to YouTube. I watched my favorite youtubers-Cryaotic, Minx, Pewdiepie, and etc.- videos, and it cheered me up. I giggled at their jokes including Minx's offensive yet funny jokes. They always made me felt happy and put me in the 'sexy mod'. I sometimes put my hand in my vajajaj as I blushed. I actually have a crush on them and a virgin. As I moaned in pleasure, I heard Crasey's high-pitch voice in my room.

"OHHH! ERICA IS MASTURBATING OVER YOUTUBERS!"

I looked over to the door way and saw Crasey in her short pants and shirt that revealed her body pants. She was smiking in joy. I jumped over to my bed like spider and covered myself.

"FUCK OFF, CRASEY!" I yelled.

"Okay then," Crasey replied before putting yellow long soild-butter- in her mouth, "I just asking if you like to lose your virginity in the club or I said 'Clubiuioue'."

Jesus christ, that fucking made-up word.

"What, no! I am not like you!" I protested.

Crasey put the butter out of her mouth. "Erica, if I say you are going to come to the club to lose it, you will go or I will put this dido in you."

"It is a butter, Crasey," I corrected, "And I will not go. You are not my Mother!"

She rolled her eyes and said, "Okay then. By neigbor."

I saw her turned around to leave as her naked butt was showing. I shivered as I looked away. I turned back to my computer to watch more of my favorite YTers' videos. Suddenly, I heard chocking sounds in outside of the room then it was slient. I shugged and mumbled, "I guessed the Jeasons were doing it again."

When it was at 12:00 am, I was laying down at my bigger bed that has a smell of shit. I was covering my nose as I tried to sleep, but still no success. I grunted and walked over to my living room to watch TV. It was the 'Dragon Ball Z'- THE FUCKING BEST TV SHOW EVER. I am HUGE nerd for anime as I drink the botle of wine. SUddenly, I felt shiving in my body for no reson. I felt like it was somebody behind me. Then, I heard that familar voice behind me but echoing.

"Ericcccaaaaaaa...."

I looked behind me and saw Crasey was steading behind me with her body glowed in white. I noticed she was was smirking and making me shiver. "C-C-C-Crasey...?" I asked in shock.

"Yes, I am Casey the Friendly Ghost," Crasey said in a echo.

"Seriously...?" I asked in disappointed.

"Yeah! And I am here to help you lose your virginity in your dream...with YouTubers."

"What?! I don't want to! And how you turned into a ghost?" I asked again. I wandered how she turned like this or she just sneaked in here.

"Hey, dont be so nosityual" -seriously, what the fuck is this word means- "And I will do this for you..." Crasey said before pulled out the butter out of her ass or something. "With my dido!"

"Crasey, it is a bu-" I was cut off of Crasey hit me with the butter and put me to a sleep.

A/N: Please, don't mind the errors. I am teaching myself how to be embarrass by the bad fanfic that I am writing, Plus, if you don't like it, don't read the second chapter. It will hurt your eyes.
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