Noo Noo Slendytubbies Novels & Stories

I yelled, grabbing the remote and switching off Ninja Turtles. "Fuck, Angelo was just about to—forget it, what happened?" Noah grumbled, shoving a bunch of chips into his mouth. He was way too grown to be pouting like a 7-year-old, but I was one to talk. A few movies before, I was singing along to Barbie Mermaid Tale at the top of my lungs, and I was pretty sure he posted the video he had taken on Snapchat. "I bought a library," I said nervously, biting my lip. Noah sat up and fully turned to face me.

What she found broke everything. “Guys,” she said, her voice dead. “There’s a file. Labeled ‘Noa Prime.’” Noa froze. Alessio leaned forward. “Play it.” It was a video. Grainy. No timestamp. Just a room. White walls. Bright lights. And a child. No older than six. Curled in the corner, shaking. Cameras zoomed in. Sabine’s voice crackled through the speaker. “Noa. What’s your purpose?”