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I’m so so excited for the balloon killer!!! Any updates?

-👻 anon

new chapter coming soon!!

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Hey Queen! Long time no see! Sorry I have been busy but I’m baaack! How R U? Are we getting any new fics soon ? Take Ur time, just curious!!! ❤️

- 👻

new fic is up beautiful!!

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𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐭 - 𝐜.𝐬 ☆

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 ( 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤!) 𝐚𝐮 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬! 𝐝𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲.

𝐩𝐫é𝐜𝐢𝐬: 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬'𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬.

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐦𝐮𝐚𝐡!

it’s been a little while since you’ve seen your boy toy. midterms were around the corner, and you had no time to engage in distracting events with chris.

being the annoying tease he is, he’d sent pictures of himself in bed, his long hair covering his droopy blue eyes. pouty lips. he needed help. last night, he sent a video of himself in his dark bedroom. whimpering moans from his throat as he cried for his mama. he couldn’t wait long. he’d remember your long nails, your sultry voice, and lingering touch. making a mess in his sweatpants.

“fuckin’ sticky.” he’d sigh. “guess i have to clean up since someone else won’t.”

don’t get it wrong, there’s nothing else you wanted more than to shut his mouth by shoving your fingers inside. you warned him a week prior about your exams. you’d be distant and busy. not on purpose, you had other priorities than your clingy boy.

you sent him a heart so you wouldn’t leave him on read.

the next day, you spent the morning in sweatpants and a big t-shirt studying. countless energy drinks on the ground, along with sticky notes plastered around your walls. you had lunch with a friend so you could see the sun again and reconnect with the outside world.

the evening, you went back to studying since your hefty midterm was in less than forty-eight hours. invested in your laptop, typing away, your phone buzzed. a new text message from chris.

imessage: from: "chris" “miss you, can i come over?”

imessage: from: "mamas" “studying.”

imessage: from: "chris" “you’re always studying.”

imessage: from: "mamas" “im in college christopher.”

imessage: from: "chris" “when will you be done?”

you rolled your eyes, frustrated because staying at home on a friday night wasn’t your ideal plan while your friend group was at a house party.

imessage: from: "mamas" “chris, i don’t know. let me study."

imessage: from: "chris" “wait! i got a haircut.”

imessage: from: "mamas" “yeah? lms.”

chris sent a video of himself tossing his hair in the back of a car. the red shirt made him look attractive, along with the new haircut. he looked so fucking good.

imessage: from: "mamas" “where are you?”

imessage: from: "chris" “home..?”

imessage: from: "mamas" “come over, don’t knock.”

imessage: from: "chris" “omw.”

didn’t take long for chris to come over since he lived a block away. out of breath, he stood outside your house door. swiftly, you brought him upstairs before your little brother or mother could hear.

“what changed your mind?” chris smiles with glee, cheesing at the fact he hasn’t seen you in so long.

“you look so good, the haircut suits you,” you reply, your voice low as you lock your door behind you. the dim candle illuminates the dark room.

“you like it?” “it’s different than what im used to.” chris ruffled his hair with his hand. “looks really good, let me prove it to you,” you whisper in a soft voice as you slip your hand behind his neck, bringing him closer to you as your lips connect.

instantly chris wrapped his arms around your waist. whined in the kiss. “missed you so much, don’t understand.”

you pulled back, you pushed him gently on his shoulders, making him kneel down. his blue eyes looked up with a puppy look. god, you missed this. your sweet boy that worshipped you.

you ran your fingers through his hair, across his jaw, and tilted his head up by his chin. “smart boy. you knew i’d be attracted to your haircut. you look so good for me.”

chris nodded his head, “mhm! had to get your attention somehow.” you coo, bringing your lips closer to him, bending.

“missed your mama?”

“so much.” his eyes stared at yours; he couldn’t look away. they drove them in a daze with your intimidating gaze.

“yeah i could tell. making a mess of yourself. needy boy.”

“i’m so sorry, ma, it’s been a while,” he whined, his hands on his knees, nervously rubbing his thighs.

“why couldn’t you have some alone time to yourself, hmm? you whisper in his ear, kneeling down to come to his level. you lips on his neck under his ear. your hand trailing down to his growing erection.

“not the same.” he whined, his head leaned back against the bed. “need you.”

“need who, baby? say my name.” you look straight at him, those puppy dog eyes.

“gosh, my mama. needed my mama,” he whispered before pulling you onto his lap. your lips connect, heated kissing as you let your hands roam in his hair. chris’s hands wandered on your hips. trailing up, feeling that you’re bare under the big t-shirt.

“can i?” he asked gently, you smiled at your nervous boy. god, this was the distraction you needed.

you nodded your head yes, chris lifting the shirt off your body. your tits are on display. chris’s eyes in awe. “so pretty, ma.”

“thank you, doll.” you smile before bringing his lips close again. your hands trail down to his bulging boner. heavy breathing through the kiss as his hands caressed your tits. it’s cute. chris wouldn’t know how to fondle your tits, yet he loved having them in his hands.

“relax for me, baby boy, mama’s got you,” you whisper, his face red. lips were pink and apart as he remained with the puppy doll look.

you pulled down his sweatpants along with his boxers. you aligned your clothed heat with his bare bulge.

delighted sighs from chris’s lips. “god, i missed you.” he held onto your hips as you humped through your shorts. your tits bounced as you moved.

“i know, baby, relax,” you whisper, moving your hips against his cock. you could feel yourself starting to soak your panties. you sighed in satisfaction, leaning your head back and holding onto his shoulders. “mama,” he’d whine, his own hips jolting against yours.

“pretty boy, you wanna feel mama’s pussy?” you look down at him. your tits against his chest. “god, yes, please.” he exhaled. he needed this so bad. his cock ached at night when he needed you. he made up excuses about not being able to sleepover at andrew’s because he knew he couldn’t keep himself from you.

you kiss his pouty lips before removing your shorts, and your thin panties move to the side. aligning yourself so his aching cock was right in place on your clothed clit.

“i can’t wait, baby boy,” you whine as you grind a little quicker on his cock.

“for what?” chris hitched, he held onto your hips harder because the sudden warmth and slick from your pussy.

“to actually have your dick in me.” “im going to be your first time pretty boy,” you whispered in his ear as you continued moving your hips.

“wait, ma’ don’t say that,” he groaned, his stomach stirred. the idea of him acting being inside you drove him crazy.

“what? i know you’ve been thinking about it, baby. actually being in mama’s pussy. feeling how tight i am, how good i am going to feel around your cock. you’re gonna love it,” you teased, you quickened your pace.

“don’t you wanna fuck me, baby? let your load inside me? give me your first time? let me be your first pussy.”

“mama! you’re gonna make me cum.” chris mewled. his eyes squeezed shut, trying his hardest not to finish so quickly at your dirty talk.

“yeah? just wait to come inside me, chrissy. let it all go inside me. cum inside me, all over my tummy, you could mark me as yours. the same way i’m going to keep your virginity.” “come on, baby, come for mama?”

you moved your hips steadily, almost mimicking the movements of riding him. your tits bounced in his face, and his stomach tightened. your cum seeping through your panties onto him, your tits in his face, the naughty image of him actually thrusting inside you for the first time. making his mouth agape as he held onto your hips, cumming under you. “fuck, fuckkkk.” he seethed.

“there you are, let it out, baby.” you console, your orgasm close as chris’s cum squirts on your sopped panties. “can’t wait to fuck you, chrissy!” you moan, the actual idea of chris losing his virginity to you made you lose your edge.

nervous, pouty chris, thrusting sloppily, overwhelmed by the new feeling of your pussy engulfing his cock. bottoming out, hitting your cervix just right. god, you needed to control yourself. letting yourself get carried away, your orgasm flows through you, just humping on chris’s cock.

“fuck.” chris watched, you looked so fucking sexy. rutting yourself on him. “missed my mama.” he grabbed your neck, bringing your lips to a sloppy kiss as you slowed yourself down, bringing your hips to a stop.

“god, this haircut looks so good on you, baby.” chris smiled sheepishly, “thank you, mama.”

“come surprise me again, maybe it’ll be your first time.”

🏷 : @chrepsi @chrispycremedonut @dykes4chris @mattsplaything @sturniolosluttt @livvyswrld @matts-girlfriend @courta13 @madisonswife @urfavvbilliemunch @chris-hallelujah @sturns-mermaid @chrisbratt333 @ikeuppang @ridematt

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babyyyyy

hi babyyy

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I NEEEED MORE BALLOON KILLER. IM LITERALLY BEGGING BRO..

WHATTTT OMG I LOVE YOU

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❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

this is maria.

the guilt is eating me alive. i talked to several people. all of the people involved. some didn’t respond, some blocked me. and for the people who accepted my apologies — that does not excuse my behavior. i am well aware of that.

first of all, i am coming here to say my deepest apologies. i deeply regret my actions.

when i did the collab with cherry, i never had any malicious intentions. i considered cherry a friend, and the whole topic came up when we were talking. she was struggling to write a fic and asked my opinion as an author. i had already told her i really liked her dilf!matt au and that i wanted her permission to write something about it. amidst the conversation, which had only to with our writing processes, the collab came up. it was unprompted and unplanned, we only had similar ideas about the same concept, as writers and as friends.

regardless of my intentions or the nature of the conversation, i now fully understand that it was inappropriate for me, as an adult, to engage in that kind of creative collaboration. it crossed a boundary that should never be crossed, and i take full responsibility for that. i shouldn’t have agreed with it in the first place, and i’m terribly sorry for not thinking things through properly. none of this would have been happening if i thought for longer. i am wrong for that. it was a serious, terrible mistake.

i posted an apology early in the morning, as soon as i got called out. i explained what happened and stated myself accountable for my mistakes. however, the whole situation was becoming extremely overwhelming for me, and that’s why i deactivated all my socials. i am not running away from accountability. i have clinical depression and suicid*al tendencies since i was 12 years old, i am extremely anxious and paranoid. the most honest way i could find of showing my regret was deactivating and quitting — i don’t want to be here if i am the one hurting people. i dont ever put myself before others. i never did, and im not gonna do that now. my mental health, or the lack of it, does not excuse my behavior. i am wrong, and i apologize.

no armors, no masks, nothing. i am sorry. ive always stated in blog that i didnt mind interacting with minors, as long as that didnt cross a line. i would never have any malicious intentions with any minor.

ive seen that some people are coming to other blogs to tell about their experiences with me. once again, i apologize, from the bottom of my heart. i was not aware the way i responded some of the comments on my fics was perceived as something i never meant it to be. whenever i say “did you?” “good or bad?” i am genuinely asking to know your opinion on my work. i never intended double meanings and i apologize if i ever made it sound that way.

i beg you, from the bottom of my heart, to stop sending anons with my name, especially to people who weren’t involved. ive received countless de*th, r*pe and doxxing threats on my inbox before deactivating. this has been making me sick, but i know its not an excuse and i deserve it. i did something wrong and there’s no reason for me to want pity.

if i ever hurt you, if i ever made you feel uncomfortable, if i ever said something that sounded even a little bit weird to you — please reach out. i have my dms opens. i want to talk. I want to hear you. i want to apologize directly to you. i will not open my inbox because right now i don’t have the psychological or physical strength to deal with more threats.

please come talk to me. i am so terrible sorry for everything i’ve done. i am not coming back to tumblr or any other social media. i will be here to answer anything tonight, and i’ll be deactivating this account as well tomorrow. after that, i beg you to forget my existence.

once again, my deepest apologies. id like to reinforce that i am not in any sense running away from accountability. i’m sorry for every single person i hurt, i’m sorry for every single person that once trusted me and is now disappointed at me. i made a genuine mistake, and that won’t be happening ever again.

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ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄɪɴɢ … ꜱᴇʀɪᴀʟ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ!ᴍᴀᴛᴛ + ꜱᴇʀɪᴀʟ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ!ᴄʜʀɪꜱ … ᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʟʟᴏᴏɴ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀꜱ.

ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ, ʙᴋ ᴄʜʀɪꜱ! + ʙᴋ ᴍᴀᴛᴛ! ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴɴɪᴠɪɴɢ, ᴛʜʀɪʟʟɪɴɢ, ɪɴᴛᴏxɪᴄᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀꜱ. ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ ɪɴ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴛʀɪᴏ ɪꜱ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴏꜰ ʙᴇᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ, ᴄᴏɴꜰᴜꜱɪᴏɴ, ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ, ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱʏ, ꜰᴇᴀʀ, ᴀʀᴏᴜꜱᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ.

ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀᴇʀꜱ ....

ᴄʜʀɪꜱᴛᴏᴘʜᴇʀ ɪꜱ … ᴀ ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ, ᴛᴀʟᴋᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ, ꜱɴᴇᴀᴋʏ, ɪɴᴛʀɪɢᴜɪɴɢ, ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛɪɴɢ, ɪɴᴛᴏxɪᴄᴀᴛɪɴɢ, ᴄʜᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ, ʜᴀɴᴅꜱᴏᴍᴇ, ᴛʜʀɪʟʟɪɴɢ, ᴅᴇᴄᴇɪᴛꜰᴜʟ, ᴇxᴘʟᴏɪᴛᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ, ᴀɴᴛᴀɢᴏɴɪꜱᴛɪᴄ, ᴇɴɢᴀɢɪɴɢ.

ᴀ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ ᴡᴇᴀᴋ, ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴅᴀᴢᴇ, ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋʙᴏɴᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀɴ ᴄᴜᴛ, ᴀ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀɴ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅʀᴏᴏʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴛᴏxɪᴄ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ.

"ᴡʜʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴍᴇ?"

ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴡ ɪꜱ … ᴀ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴛ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ, ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ, ᴛᴇʀʀɪꜰʏɪɴɢ, ᴜɴꜱᴇᴛᴛʟɪɴɢ, ʜᴀɴᴅꜱᴏᴍᴇ, ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ, ᴀ ʟɪᴀʀ, ᴀ ᴘꜱʏᴄʜᴏᴘᴀᴛʜ, ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ, ꜱᴀᴅɪꜱᴛɪᴄ, ᴀᴡᴋᴡᴀʀᴅ, ᴀʙᴀɴᴅᴏɴᴇᴅ, ʟᴏɴᴇʟʏ.

ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴇᴀʀɴ ꜰᴏʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ᴀ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ, ɪɴᴛɪᴍɪᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ, ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʟɪᴘꜱ, ᴀ ᴄʏɴɪᴄᴀʟ ʟᴀᴜɢʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜰɪxᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ.

"ᴡʜʏ ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ?"

ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪꜱ … ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ, ᴄᴏɴꜰᴜꜱᴇᴅ, ᴅʀᴀᴡɴ ᴛᴏᴏ, ʜᴜʀᴛ, ᴛᴇʀʀɪꜰɪᴇᴅ, ɪɴᴛʀɪɢᴜᴇᴅ, ɪɴᴠᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ, ɢᴜʟʟɪʙʟᴇ, ᴄᴏɴꜰʟɪᴄᴛᴇᴅ, ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀᴛɪᴢᴇᴅ, ʙʀɪɢʜᴛ, ꜱᴄᴀʀʀᴇᴅ.

ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛɴᴇꜱꜱ ʟᴀᴄᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ, ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅꜱ, ᴀɴxɪᴏᴜꜱʟʏ ᴄʜᴇᴡᴇᴅ ɴᴀɪʟꜱ, ʙʀᴜɪꜱᴇᴅ ᴋɴᴇᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ, ᴅʀɪᴇᴅ ᴍᴀꜱᴄᴀʀᴀ, ꜱᴍᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ ʟɪᴘꜱᴛɪᴄᴋ, ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ꜱᴄᴀʀʀᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴇᴘʟʏ ɪɴᴠᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ.

"ᴡʜʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ?"

please note: this is a story of fiction. names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishment events, or leads is entirely coincidental. 

these ideologies are simply fiction. this au idea was created by me, and i did not use any inspiration from any authors, nor did i copy anyone's au idea. if there is an issue, please advise me.

reader is open to anyone! any personal preferences, genetics, skin color, hair type, body image, or physical attributes can be up to interpretation. i want this au to be open to anyone and everyone. if there are any concerns, please let me know.

each "chapter" will contain its own disclaimers and warnings. remember, i cannot control what you consume, so any chapters are read at your own risk.

if you're interested in being tagged in new chapters, leave a 🎈 in the comments! all the chapters will be tagged here and MOST LIKELY be added to my matt and chris masterlist, ( im not sure yet )

thank you so much for all your love and support on this series / au! i genuinely appreciate it so much, and it never goes unnoticed.

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀꜱ

ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʟʟᴏᴏɴ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ - ᴄ.ꜱ

ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʟʟᴏᴏɴ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀꜱ - ᴄ.ꜱ + ᴍ.ꜱ

🏷️: @sturnsxbbyeilish @sturniolosssworld @chrepsi @chrispycremedonut @dykes4chris @mattsplaything @sturniolosluttt @livvyswrld @matts-girlfriend @courta13 @madisonswife @urfavvbilliemunch @chris-hallelujah @sturns-mermaid @chrisbratt333 @ikeuppang @mattybsgroupie

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this is the realest feeling ever

bye why is writing smut so embarrasing like lol haha ew

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Hi Queen!!! How are you today? We miss U around here!

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hi love!! i miss you guys too!! i’m super good, writing something for you guys ….

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Who hurt you :((( that last blurb was really sweet but so sad,I hope you’re doing okay!

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you’re the sweetest ever!! i’m doing good i promise !!! just an angst blurb, im back to writing regularly soon

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𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 - 𝐦.𝐬 ☆

𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐭, 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭

stomach churning, anxiety rushing through your veins. you stare at your phone in agony. "god, why won't he text back?" you missed him. you didn't understand the concept of your relationship; you weren't dating, but you weren't friends either. you couldn't stand the fact that your phone wouldn't ring. biting your nails, pacing a hole in your bedroom floor. "is it me?" "did i do something wrong?"

after two minutes, then twenty, two hours, twenty hours. "why won't he text me back?"

the burning delivered notification made your legs tremble more. your heart clenched. "is this the end of us?" you'd think.

you couldn't take it anymore. frantically grabbing your phone. you'd see the red numbers on your digital clock. 2:30am. he's away on tour. it's late for you, but perfect for him. your eyes burned with sleepiness while your heart seeped despair.

"how do i tell you i miss you without telling you?" you questioned yourself. your hands in your hair, hot tears dwelled in your eyes. "fuck this."

"matt, are you not going to talk to me?' you sent.

two minutes, twenty, an hour.

"seen."

"typing..."

"seen."

"typing..."

a pattern.

"sorry, been busy."

your fingers twiddled, your heart racing. your stomach queasy. while you texted him, his thumbs switched to another chat.

"hey, you up? want you so bad rn."

"seen."

"typing..."

"seen."

"typing..."

new message!

🏷️ : matt

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This second part of The Balloon Killer was really great! Are we getting a series ? Thank you for posting I missed Ur writing a lot!

- 👻 anon

i MAYBEEEE might make it into a series hehehe

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝗰.𝘀 + 𝗺.𝘀 ☆

𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴: 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 ( 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 ) 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 ( 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 ) , 90'𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥. 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥. 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴! + 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵! 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦.

𝘱𝘳é𝘤𝘪𝘴: 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺.

𝘢.𝘯: 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦! 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺. 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 <3

𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺! 🎈

it’s been months since the balloon killer appeared in your bedroom. the itchy feeling of chris’s hands on your skin hasn’t gone away. you missed him. god, you were so worried. where could he be?

the eerie balloon messages around ucla continued. but they were more malicious. violent slashings, hurtful words plastered on the victim’s body, and the last victim had a bite mark on her neck.

you couldn’t believe that this was chris’s doing. it couldn’t be. not your childhood best friend. you shooed him away and couldn’t find him again. you’ve gone from party to party, marking yourself as bait for the killer to catch, only this time, you didn’t plan on it.

your twenty-first birthday was tonight. you friends decided to throw a house party, considering it was also the end of the semester. the balloon killer didn’t once cross your mind, but oh, you were the only thing on his.

your friends thought it would be a fun idea for a themed party. the theme set was a masquerade. it seemed odd at first, but the idea of being hidden behind a persona seemed thrilling. it also hid the killer's face perfectly.

after countless hours of dress up, mix and matching outfits, and smudged eyeliner, time crept, and it was time to leave.

a striking outfit was necessary for your birthday party. a dark red dress that flowed at your knees and tied behind your neck. the glitter spray shimmered across the fabric along with your skin. the matching mask covered around your eyes and cheeks, just your glossed lips were shown. enough for the killer to recognize.

drinks flowed and music pounced. intoxicated dancing and second-hand smoke lingered. laughing and gossiping shared around the room, along with the casual groping and steamy kissing in various parts of the house.

burning alcohol down your throat made you lose a bit of your stability. your vision hazed as your legs stumbled. one shot, another shot. music blaring in your ears as you danced with your friends. “happy birthday!” shrieks along with happy glees of finishing a semester of college.

it seemed like an average college party night, except you didn’t anticipate an uninvited guest. as your mind was delirious, you felt rough hands reach your waist. a tall gentleman in black jeans, along with a buttoned-up shirt. his full-faced mask intrigued you more.

his hands roamed across your dress, then up to your shoulders. moving you around the dance floor, carefree.

as your mind was clouded, you didn’t notice that this gentleman had gotten closer, closer to the point where you could see his ravishing blue eyes.

“would you accompany me upstairs? i’d like to be alone with you.” his voice was deep and raspy underneath the mask, as if his voice was velvet.

your stomach churned, you took his hand, heading up to the bedroom of the house. immediately shutting the door, he led you to the white bed. sitting in front of him, he lifted your head with his hand. your neck exposed. in the dark bedroom, the only light was the moonlight through the window, and the gentleman removed his mask. his chapped lips kissing your soft neck, he opened his mouth agape. his lips sucked as your head leaned back.

your vision was blurred, you couldn’t see the man's face clearly. you could make out his deep, dusky ocean eyes. the sensation of his lips on your neck. aroused, soft moans left your lips while your hand made its way in his long, dark hair.

“i’ve missed you,” he whispered in your ear. his teeth sank into your neck like a vampire. “ow!” you wince. his lips taste the metallic liquid drip from the small puncture.

you push him away, your hand holding onto his bite. “what are you talking about?” you whisper, confused, you blink. the pain from his sharp teeth sobered you just a bit.

“don’t recognize me, darling? let’s take this off.” his hand removed your string mask, and the felt piece dropped onto the floor.

your eyes watered as you blinked, your brain and memories recognizing the man's face clearly, who stood in front of you. memories of ice cream trucks, family dinners, playground games, first kisses, and high school dares.

your heart pounded, you knew his face. you recognized those blue eyes. but, they weren’t the ones you fell in love with.

“matthew?” “oh, you remember me, darling?” he smirked, his hand wiped the blood on his lip.

“how? what? what are you doing here?” you questioned, extremely dazed and confused.

“since you didn’t give me a birthday present on our birthday. i thought i’d give you one on yours,” he smiled maliciously, those blue eyes darkened. your body jolts with fear.

“what are you talking about?”

“i know you called the cops on chris. all he wanted was to love you. accept him. you didn’t.” matthew’s jaw tightened.

“where is he?” you stood up, frantic. matt didn’t move back.

“don’t know. he ran away from home once you betrayed him.” “didn’t even celebrate our birthday together.” “since you took away something i love, i’m going to take away the reason why he left.”

matthew moved away your hand from your neck, his hand on your mouth, while he sank his teeth again.

muffled screams in his hand, you tried to pry off his large hands, but his grip was too strong. the pain on your neck was excruciating.

“those murders weren’t chris. they were me, darling.” matt seethes into your ear, his hand not budging.

“matt, please!” you cried into his hand. you felt blood drip down your neck, staining his white shirt.

“i can’t find him, so now he can’t find you.” his hand moved to your neck, his fingers crushing your throat. you gasped for air, you tried removing his crushing hand.

“say it, say it. who am i?” the killer removed his hand, watching you fall to the ground, gasping for air.

“killer! you’re a killer!” you wheezed.

“i always thought christopher was a lousy murderer. ‘the balloon killer’”. what a stupid name.”

as you’re on the ground, gasping for air, blood seeped out of your neck, and your vision is blurry. you heard pounding on the bedroom door. “matthew, let me in!”

"uh oh, he's here," matthew said in a sing-song tone. reaching for his pocket, he pulled out a small switchblade that swiftly opened. he let the tip bruise your neck. whining from the pain on your neck, you couldn't push him away.

"tell him. tell him how much you've missed him."

"let me in matt!" chris yelled through the loud house music, his heavy boots kicking the doorknob.

you sobbed, terrified that matthew grew up into a vicious murderer.

with a harsh kick, chris bursts into the room, immediately tackling matt to the ground. the switchblade flew out of his hand and onto the floor. “where the fuck have you been chris?” matt yelled, “you abandoned me for her!”

“i had to run away, i knew i couldn’t continue the murders. you're psychotic!” chris ducked from matt’s pummels.

“you don’t love her. she tried taking you away from me!” “you’re my brother!”

“matt please, this isn’t her fault!”

“you don’t get to play hero, christopher.” matt had chris on the ground, his hands around his neck. matt felt a sharp pain in the center of his back. “let him go, or i’ll shove this in you,” you threatened, holding the same switchblade he had on your neck.

matthew froze. his chest rose and fell against your blade.

“do it’ he whispered, “prove it, you’re just like me.” your hands trembled. your eyes watered, you couldn’t. these were the boys you loved, you grew up with. you loved them.

“do it!” he released chris. immediately, chris pushed him to the side, pinning him to the ground.

“matthew, this has gone too far.” “i can’t let you hurt her more.”

“i spend countless nights listening to you cry about her. you left me. you left me alone with these heinous thoughts.” “i have too.”

you trembled as your hands dropped the knife. “go, run.”

“what?” chris looked back at you, extremely confused.

“i let you run, now it’s his turn. run. i won’t call the police, i won’t tell anyone. run.”

matthew’s breath caught. he stared at you. not angry, not wild, just… empty. chris loosened his grip, eyes flicking between the two of you. “you can’t be serious.”

“i am,” you whispered. “this ends now.” matthew sat up slowly. his face was unreadable, blood dripping from his mouth. “you always were the soft one,” he muttered. he staggered to his feet. no one moved.

at the doorway, he picked up his mask and looked back one last time. his eyes met yours. “i loved you too,” he said. “in my own way.” “yet, you chose chris.” then he was gone.

the silence that followed felt louder than the music still thumping in the background. chris collapsed to the floor, shaking. you stood still, staring at the doorway like he might walk back through it.

“i don’t know if i did the right thing,” you said.

chris didn’t answer. he didn’t have to.

“you saved him,” chris said quietly. “but at what cost?” “he’ll be back,” you whispered. chris didn’t reply. after a moment, he stood up quietly, looking down at you.

“i can’t leave him alone.” “im sorry.” “chris, no, please!’ you pleaded, but he slipped out the door without a word. you were left alone in the fading shadows.

a faint creak echoed from just beyond the door. you froze. when you looked, there was nothing there.

the nightmare wasn’t over.

a few days later, the soft hum of the television was the only sound in your quiet bedroom. you sat curled up on your canopy bed, the room dim and heavy with silence. your eyes were fixed on the flickering screen.

the news anchor’s voice broke through the stillness, calm but urgent:

“… in breaking developments regarding the recent string of murders caused by the 'balloon killer, ' police have revealed a startling new detail. the balloon killer is not a lone wolf, but identical brothers believed to be working together in these horrific crimes. authorities warn the public to remain alert as the investigation continues.”

grainy black-and-white surveillance footage played on the screen: two shadowy figures moving in eerie synchronicity through a foggy street, their faces obscured, but unmistakably alike.

your breath hitched. you clenched your fists, the puncture from days ago still on your neck, bandaged.

the past wasn’t done with you. and neither were they.

the room was silent except for the soft ticking of the clock on the wall. your telephone rang sharply against the nightstand, breaking the stillness. your breath caught.

with trembling fingers, you answered, voice barely more than a whisper. “hello?”

a low, chilling voice whispered back, “did you really think it was over?”

“where are you?” your hands gripped the telephone.

a low, chilling voice whispered back, “i thought you wanted to be away from us."

“i did… i do.”

“yeah? then say it.”

your voice was quiet, a thousand thoughts ran through your head.

“that’s what i thought. open the door,” the line crackled and went silent. you sat frozen, heart pounding, caught between the desperate need to escape and the undeniable pull to stay.

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chapter two coming tonight 🎈 be aware of the balloon killers!

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 - 𝘤.𝘴 ☆

𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴: 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 ( 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 ) , 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴! 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳, 90'𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥. 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥.

𝘱𝘳é𝘤𝘪𝘴: 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘴 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭'𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵.

𝘢.𝘯: 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 "𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴." 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺!

saturday night, 11:57pm august 1, 1998

you’re laying across your white canopy bed, humming softly to the vinyl record spinning on your nightstand as you doodle in your pale pink notebook.

the wind bustles gently against your open window pane. the leaves scratch against the crystal. summer was ending, and it was almost time for school to begin again. you were nervous; it was your freshman year of college, and you were anxious about starting a new chapter of your life. you swore to devote yourself to your studies.

you still lived at home and you were happy. mom and pop didn’t plan on letting you go any time soon until you were married. besides, you weren’t crazy on leaving anytime soon.

you get up from your bed to take the needle off the vinyl to listen to the night news before bed.

“beware of the balloon killer! he’s still roaming around the streets!”

“rob, it seems that the balloon killer’s victims are among young college kids.” “keep those college dorms locked tight! no parties tonight. stay home and stay safe. stay alert for the balloon killer.”

“the balloon killer calling card seems to be deflated balloons. we found at least twelve scattered around UCLA’s campus last monday.”

“stay safe everyone. and may God bless you all.”

you shivered at the sound of the killer. he’s heartless. murdering innocent souls. you turned the radio knob to off and walked to your bathroom for a quick shower.

you drop your pink silk pyjamas on the granite floor. entering the tub and letting the hot water hit your shoulders and run across your bare body. after twenty minutes, you walk back into your room. the window was opened wider then how you left it.

you don't think much about it until you notice a white deflated balloon with a black string on your pillow.

“christopher!” you whispered, trying to stay quiet due to your parents sleeping in the room next door. “where are you?” you tightened your towel around your naked body. looking outside the window, only seeing darkness due to the night sky.

“hey princess,” a husky voice rings behind you. immediately, you turn. there he is. the balloon killer. or, as you know him better, christopher sturniolo. your … you don’t even know what to call him really.

“what are you doing here?” you huffed, staring at him as he sat on your vanity chair. all you could see were his eyes. those piercing blue eyes. the balloon killer, or chris, wore a black mask with a black hoodie and dark jeans. his hoodie had a red balloon stitched onto it in the corner. you could recognize his stupid blue eyes anywhere. they were your obsession.

“missed my girl.”

chris stood up and slipped the mask off. his long hair rustled, covering his droopy eyes a bit. his chiseled jaw and prominent cheekbones stood out to you. the small cut on his lip. he’s never looked this intriguing before.

“you know i don’t like you here this late. especially dressed like that.”

“well, i wanted to see you. especially when you’re not dressed at all.” chris smirked slightly, hinting at the fact you’re still wrapped in a towel.

your cheeks rushed red. you wrapped the towel tighter, your fingers turned white.

“come on ma’, you’re not happy to see me? it’s my birthday,” chris pouted. “celebrate with me.”

“you know i don’t like this new hobby you adopted. it scares me.”

“im sorry, mama, i promised you i would never hurt you, tho.” he smiled gently and pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear.

you felt a mixture of confusion and unease stir in your chest as chris's fingers brushed against your skin. his touch, once familiar and comforting, now felt foreign—cold, almost predatory.

"i… i don't understand you anymore, chris," you murmured, stepping back a little, your heart racing. you couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something was horribly wrong, even though his presence had always felt like home to you—until now.

chris tilted his head, studying you with those piercing blue eyes. he seemed almost… hurt by your words. but it didn't stop the dark edge in his voice when he replied.

"why? because i’ve changed? because i've had to do things… to survive? you wouldn't understand, princess." his smile twisted slightly, but there was a shadow of something softer behind it.

"i do it all for you.”

"you don't have to do this for me, chris," you said, your voice a little louder now, trembling with a mix of fear and anger. "you’ve crossed a line. you’re not the same person i knew. i’m scared of what you’re becoming. what you’ve already become."

his eyes narrowed for a moment, and you could feel the tension in the room shift. the deflated balloon on your pillow seemed to mock you, a sickening reminder of his twisted path.

"you don't need to be scared," chris whispered, taking a step closer. "i'm still your chris. the one who used to make you laugh, the one who always protected you. that hasn't changed." he paused, his gaze flickering to the balloon again. "but maybe you need to understand that I’m not the same anymore. i can’t just go back to the way things were. you can't expect me to just disappear."

he was standing so close now, too close. your heart thudded against your chest, and you instinctively took another step back, gripping the towel around you tighter.

"you can't stay here anymore," you said, more to yourself than to him. your hands trembled, but you had to keep it together. you had to.

chris’s lips pressed together in a thin line, but his eyes softened for a split second before darkening again.

"don't say that," he whispered hoarsely. "don’t leave me. i… i need you." a chill ran through you. you couldn’t stay here any longer. not with him. not with the balloon killer lurking in your room, pretending to be someone you once loved.

"please, chris," you said, voice barely above a whisper. "i don’t know who you are anymore. I don’t know what you want from me."

he stared at you for a long moment, as if weighing his next move. Then, he did something that shocked you. he backed away, sitting back down in your vanity chair with a sigh, like the fight had suddenly drained out of him.

"i'm sorry," he murmured, though the words didn't carry the weight of sincerity you’d hoped for. "i just wanted you to see. to understand. i’m still the same person, underneath it all. but… maybe I was wrong to come here tonight."

the sound of his voice—the vulnerability in it—made your heart ache for the boy you once knew. but you knew the truth. the person in front of you wasn't him anymore.

you grabbed the phone from the nightstand and dialed the only number you knew could help you now. as you held the phone to your ear, you didn’t dare take your eyes off chris. he didn’t move, didn’t say anything. he just stared at you, as if he, too, was waiting for something.

"get out of my house, chris," “you need to go.” you said softly, as the sound of your parents’ footsteps echoed down the hall.

chris hesitated, his fingers twitching as if he was going to reach for you. but instead, he just looked at you one last time, the sorrow in his eyes unmistakable.

"goodbye, princess," he whispered, his voice almost breaking as he stood up, pulling the mask back over his face. "i’ll always love you."

and just like that, he was gone—vanishing into the night, leaving behind nothing but the eerie silence and the lingering sense that you had just said goodbye to something far more dangerous than you had ever imagined.

the police arrived moments later, and though they took the balloon and the evidence seriously, you knew it wasn’t over. you couldn’t escape him. not really. because, somewhere deep down, you knew chris wouldn’t stop. not until he had you completely, just like he’d wanted all along.

but for now, you were safe. and that was all you could hold onto. for now.

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👻 Can i be this one?

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Hi queen! I’m the anon about the fics! Can I have an emoji?

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