Soooo.... how are y'all liking the book?
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Okay, let's cut the crap. Please comment on the book so I know what's cringe and what's laugh, and what's good.
Also, I find this perfect for this book.

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Y/N
   I woke up that morning feeling...
   feeling..
Like absolute shat.
   I got up to fast and I swear my insides felt like a toddler just dumped my vital organs in salt and started nibbling at the intestines. Jeez.
   I looked down, relieved my stitches hadn't broken or started bleeding while I was asleep. I slowly got out of bed and slowly did the morning routine. I glanced at my trashed hoodie, and decided against it. No dur.
   I dug around inside my closet, looking for something smart, fast, and comfortable. I took out a camo tee, and slipped on black jeans and tennis shoes. I also snagged a black zip up hood, and pulled the hood over my head. Pulling a hood over you're head can be tricky. You don't want to look like a drug dealer, but you also want to conceal your face, but subtly. I pulled the hood up so it was a centimeter pass my hairline, and tucked all my FaBuLoUs hair into the back.
   Fashion can save lives.  I didn't want Jeff or BEN coming at me with knives or wires, while I'm in heels and a skirt.
   Nope.
   Not today, Satan.
   I looked at myself. A true survivor, I have become. Avoiding mass murderers, dealing with ghost dog things, not raging over chicken nuggets... wow. And it's only chapter five.
   I grabbed a backpack, and stuffed a sketchbook, an iPod (lol, no one uses them anymore) and f/c headphones, a good luck charm (sorry if you're not superstitious) and a Partridge in a pear tree.
   I slung a strap over my shoulders, and decided against using the stairs. I was kinda scared my parents would get mad at me for no ffffffffff....freaking reason. I looked at the window, and smirked a stupid smirk.
The p.o.v. of a weird meerkat bat looking thing.
   I climbed the tree, and peered at the human girl stuck on her roof. What a silly thing. Doesn't she know she's not built for jumping down the second story of a building? I watched as she slid down the shingles, and practically flung herself onto some soft looking shrubbery snuggled up against her house. She landed with a soft oof and rolled off, only a couple scratches on her face.
   Okay. Maybe not all silly. She seems smart. I wiped my muzzle off with my paws, and yawned as the human got up, looked around, and went to the garage, mounting her steel steed and riding off. Or I could just call it a bicycle. Wow, humans are so peculiar. She could've just taken the stairs.
   Wait. What am I doing here again? I think I should get back to 🕆☠👎☜☼✞☜☼💧☜...
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   I didn't want to go to my LCS, considering that was apparently a mass murderers napping spot. I just wanted to go to the park. I pedaled, completely ignoring the Chick-fil-A at the corner of the block. I just didn't want anymore nuggets to be stolen. A dog appeared in front of my bikes path. I flipped out and swerved, hitting a trash can and landing in the grass next to it. I look up to see a normal looking husky. His tongue lolled out of his mouth. I narrowed my eyes at him.
   "Woof." the husky said monotonically. "Is that disguise?" I ask. "Of course it is. I even gave up the dignity to steal a collar and wear it." He said. I gaped at him. Then looked at his neck to see a blood red collar, and a plain name tag that had the name Smile scratched onto the surface.
   "Are you serious?" I ask.
   "Woof." He replied, before venturing into the parking lot of Chick-Fil-A. He effortlessly pushed the door open. My eyes widened, "oh, nononononononono.."  I mumbled, before speeding off to get the, may I say, adorable husky. I come in to see, the dog being held by the collar by an employee. I speed walk towards them.
   "Ma'am, this you're dog?" He asks. Smile sits perfectly still, tongue poking slightly out of his mouth. He looked like a very normal dog.
   "Yes, actually. He's a...a therapy dog. Just got him yesterday." I lie. The man looked at me, then the dog. That's when I noticed a service dog vest wrapped around Smiles chest. The mans eyes narrowed, "I swear, that wasn't there before... oh whatever. I apologize, here." He says, before releasing "my" dog. Smile strides over to me, obviously satisfied with himself.
   What. The hell. Ever.
   "No complaints. Feed you're dog." Smile says. I sigh.
   Five minutes later, we're walking out the restaurant, I'm holding five forty piece nugget boxes, and it ain't even 10:00 yet.
   "Dude, why did you make me buy this many?"
   "For the pastas." He replies.
   "No way. Are you serious?" I ask. He glanced up at me, "Why not?" He says. I'm making a trigger face. "Because those mother shuckers tried to kill me just yesterday!" I say through teeth. Smile barks out a laugh as I stuff the nuggets into my backpack and get on my bike. I glare at him. I had a sudden idea.
  A bright, evil, malicious idea.
   One, hour, later...
   "No."
   "Yes."
   "NO."
   "YES."
   "I will not be leashed! I am a free spirit! I will not be detained by a mortal!" Smile lashed out as I held out the chain leash. "Yes, you will. Because your 'my' little big doggy." I say in a baby voice. "Holy crap, is that a cat!?" I gasp. Smile dogs head snaps around, and gave me just enough time to hook the leash to his collar.
"You piece of-
"Gotta catch em' all, gotta catch em' all, Creepypasta!" I sing. Smile dog growls. I tug on the leash, "C'mon boy." I whistle. Smile dogs disguise faltered, and he smiled at me in the most exasperated way. I returned a sweeter version of his smile, and started chaining my bike to the bike rack. We walked, and every dog we passed, cowered at Smile. A corgi growled at him. He growled right back, and the corgi shied away.
   "You could make friends." I say.
   "They are below me." He says plainly. I glance over the stone wall, at the park. A couple dogs were been playing and rough housing. I noticed Smile dog staring at them. I couldn't read his expression.
   "You wanna-
   "No." He interrupts. I huff. One day...
   I had a very sudden, strong feeling of being watched. Oh boy! Hooray! More stitches!
   I faked a cough, just as an excuse to cover my face. Smile felt it to. He was glancing behind us, and looking this way and that.
   Hoodie at three o'clock, Smile told me. Shivers ran down my spine. I look straight to my left, beyond the stone wall of the park. There he was, though, he looked.... normal. Disguised, I guess.
   and Jeff at nine, and Ticci-Toby at six. Smile finished. I gulped. That was three proxies. They all had disguises.
   They were all following me.
   They were all eyeing me like I was a Big Mac.
   And I had approximately thirty minutes to think of a plan to outsmart three of the smartest murderers on the internet.
   Well, crap was about to go down.
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A/N
   Whoooo.... this is getting intense. Can you and your companion survive this one?
   Hooboi, get ready for some running, a little bit of jumping, and a LOT of parkour!
   Readers and gentlereaders, get ready for a ruuummmbleeeee!!!!
I sound like a mother shucking Cage fight announcer XD