Isla ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊
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Isla ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊
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#sprp #spoc | Isla Madden ! ﹒ She / Her … Don’t talk to me. ‧₊ ˶• ༝ •˶




Ivan stared at Isla, he’s known her for practically years and nothing has changed, if anything… She wasn’t cursed at all! He felt relieved knowing that one of his close ‘friends’ weren’t affected by Mr. Mackey.


“Ugh what the fuck was that? A gust of wind…?”


As he reaches forward he was dumbfounded to find that his hand has passed right through her! Instantly, he retreated, stepping back as he shivered and glared at his palm.



“Oh hey Isla!!! I heard you don’t like liquorice!” Ivan sneered as he edged closer to her, he took a few glances at her bag. Just looking at it made him hungry. “I hope you don’t mind if I …”




*And after that, a strange smoke suddenly covered the whole party, expanding outside too...* *After the smoke cleared, everyone looked at themselves and...*



“LIQUORICE?!” A familiar red haired girl snapped as she frantically shook her bag of treats, clearly unappreciative. “Are these DRUNKIES fucking sane?! Who sells *LIQUORICE* on **HALLOWEEN.**”



Was this apart of the “curse” Mr.Mackey casted, was he just the lucky one? If so then why— His thoughts were then suddenly interrupted by a squeal that went more like “AAAAAAAAAARRHHHHHHHHH!!!!”


Everyone had ran out the gymnasium and so did he, confused and frightened. What happened? he couldn’t barely even remember what he did. Just looking down at his translucent hands made him ill.














