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Throughout your childhood, you've heard about the legends of the red string of fate that leads you to your soul mate. You used to fantasize about what would your soul mate was like or what they we're doing when you we're a child. But as you grew up, you were alone while friends and family were off with their soul mates. Some people may feel bad about it but you were content with being alone. Destiny has a cruel way of changing your life as you know it because of one decision that you made on that fateful day. If someone told you beforehand that your soul mate was a perverted serial killer trapped inside of a "good guy" doll, you would have laughed your ass off. It started off with you deciding to go to the old toy store to find an antique toy to restore. As weird as it sounds, one of your favorite hobbies was to restore old toys to their former glory.As you walked towards the building, you see a small red string that's tied in you pinkie become more predominant, contrasting against your (s/c) hand. Your heart begins to beat rapidly, as if you were running a Marathon. Entering the building, the string becoming shorter and shorter as you followed it.When you finally reached the end of the string, you saw no one. Or so you thought as your (e/c) eyes looked around, a look of confusion etched on your face. "Down here, bitch." The screechiness of the male's voice caused you to look down, seeing a good guys doll that looks as if it went through hell for the past twenty years. Your first reaction was pinching your arm, wondering what drugs did you take to see a doll being your soul mate. "I must be tripping balls, there's no way in hell that a doll is alive, talking to me." You knew at that moment you lost your shit. "I'm Chucky." His voice boomed for a 3-4 foot high doll. He ran towards your legs, looking dead into your eyes. "Be a doll and break me out of this joint." You gently picked the doll up, walking to the counter where the owner, a old man stood perched. "How much is this good guy doll?" You politely asked as the owner shook his, head. "For you, free of charge. Dear. " he smiled as you walked out of the store and into your car. The drive to your house was quiet as Chucky was listening to the music on your radio. You smiled softly at how adorable Chucky was when he headbangs to his favorite music. When you finally parked in front of your house, you turned to him. "We are here, do you need help down?" He shook his head as you picked him up. You carried him inside your house, finally letting him walk after closing your front door. "I can fix you up if you want? I am a pro." You awkwardly asked as you looked to the ground. "Sure, weirdo." The doll smirked as you got to work, restoring the doll.
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Third person POVThe ear-ringing sound of Stu's alarm woke him up from what seems to be an restless sleep. It was an warm Monday morning when stu woke up with an sudden burst of energy and the feeling of ten million butterflies in his stomach.Going to the bathroom, he noticed that on his left ring finger, was a red string neatly tied, going to what seems to be miles from his house. The look of interest was shown on the young male's face as he continued to get ready.Stu wasn't the type of person to actually believe in what the stories his parents told his child self, but when there's actual evdince to prove that he's most likely going to find his soul mate today, obviously he's going to be in a state of surprise.The unfamiliar gut wrenching feeling lingered in Stu as he drove his car to the same old shit hole that was called high school, the red string starts to be shorter when he pulled into the parking spot. Grabbing his book bag out of his car, Stu's orbs of blue focused on locating his best friend, Billy. Walking closer towards the main entrance of the school, Stu found his friend with the same red string but on his right ring finger; both strings leading them to the same direction.'Maybe our soul mates are at the same location.' Stu thought as he greeted Billy."Hey Billy, what's up?" Stu spoked as Billy glances back and forth between the red string on Stu's hand and his own, hand."Not much, just bored out of my mind. So you got the string too?" Billy's hand runs through his dark locks as he sighs. Like Stu, Billy wasn't a believer of the red string of fate."Since we have nothing to lose, wanna follow where our strings lead us to?" Awkwardly, Stu suggested as Billy shrugged.The two males started to follow the string, their eyes wandered around the hallways, all the way towards the back door to the court yard.The duo feel their hearts thump harshly against their chests; similiar to the thrill of killing. Once Billy and Stu got outside, both of their mouths were hung opened.You were sitting outside, your locks of hair flowed against the soft winds as the sun brightened your soft skin; almost making you look angelic.
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Run!' Your thoughts raced as the crunching sounds of tennis shoes made contact with the gravel road. Your heart raced as hear the louder stampede of footsteps were starting to catch up to your pace.Being the outcast out of the group of councilors is a huge struggle not only because you're into gardening, it's also how much smaller you are compared to other males. It doesn't help that some people don't like the small fact that you're (Bi/Gay/Pan) male."Give it up, nerd. You can't run forever." A masculine voice screeched, taunting your smaller frame. Your lungs felt as if it was on fire, causing you to push your body even farther.You made a left turn into the forrest near to what was nicknamed 'Camp Blood,' knowing that the males were going to have a hard time finding you within the forest. Hiding behind one of the trees, the adrenaline that was recently flowing through your body started to take its toll on your smaller form. You unzipped your backpack. Grabbing a hold of your water bottle, you downed half of the bottle. Just as you got done chugging on the cooling drink, you saw the familiar red string that's wrapped around your right ring finger.'Oh great, I hope that my soul mate wasn't one of those guys who were chasing me.' You sighed in a stressful tone as you adjusted your yellow 'Camp Crystal Lake' shirt. Quietly following the red string, thoughts of who is on the other side of the red string cluttered your mind. The wind blew against your sweaty skin, causing goosebumps to tickle your neck and forehead. Anxiety floods your mind as the string gets shorter. You carefully walked past the bear traps that's spread throughout the edge of the forest. The scenery around you was peaceful and quiet. Almost deafening to be around.But, unknowned to you, you were runing closer towards where your soul mate was. The sun was hitting your body as you darted towards the cabins like a bat out of hell.Once you got towards the location of the screaming, you witnessed something that will change your life forever. A tall man wearing an hockey mask was grabbing one of the guys chasing you by the head, squeezing the guy's head as if it was an orange to him. The feelings of shock, fear and slight arousal flowed through your body as the bigger male flung the now dead body on the ground. His form turned towards you, causing you to paralyze in fear. Jason crooks his head to the side curiously as he walks closer to you. Your body shivers as he gets closer. The smell of woods overwhelmed your nose as you flutter your eyes shut, accepting your death. Instead of feeling the pain of dying, you felt strong arms around your waist as he carries you towards his cabin
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Starting a new job can be a tiring process for anyone, especially if your new job is becoming one of the many beautiful exotic dancers at the notorious "Pussy Liquor" bar. You were the type of female who's confident with her skin, never afraid of the harsh glances coming from other women who looked down upon females in your career. Clinking of high heels, you entered the heavily crowded establishment; seeing the familiar red string that's on your left middle finger. You cursed yourself mentally, thinking about the possibilities as to who your soul mate was. Being the stubborn woman that you were, you didn't want to be tied down to one of your usual customers; there's so much you wanted to do in life other than become some sexist man's maid. You weren't even that attracted to men anyway. The red string was becoming more and more vibrant in color as you entered the dressing room. Changing from your simple red tank top and daisy dukes into the lacey hot pink bra and panty set; you admired your reflection on the vanity mirror. Your skin was glowing from a mixture of the cherry scented body oil on your skin and your undergarment set, making you appear goddess - like.Applying your makeup, you hummed softly to the ambiance of the music from the stage. Once you felt content with how you look, you exited the dressing room; walking towards the stage- the red string getting closer and closer to whoever your soul mate might be. Your stage name was called as you walked seductively towards the cooling touch of the metal pole. Your body was in a erotic trance as men started tossing money on the stage. The power you feel on the stage as you dance almost was orgasmic; just the thoughts of using your sexual appeal to make them beg for more makes you feel empowered.The red string suddenly was short enough to see whom your soul mate was. Your gaze moves towards the string where she was, your other half; not a male that you assumed, a female. There she stood, her locks of bleached blond hair was softly curled, her blue eyes seductively glared onto your form. She appeared to look almost angelic in nature, yet there's something inside of her that makes her alluring to you- a moth to a flame if you must say. You walked towards the female, your hips swayed while she looked hungrily at your form. Her locks of blonde hair framed her feminine face as a smirk appeared on her face. Your heart was beating out of your chest as your body slithered towards her, your legs softly around her as you made eye contact; tensions rising between the two of you. "Hey doll" was the first words that came out of your lips.