Daddies Underground MC Club
“Real funny, Lila. Save the pranks for April Fools’, yeah?”
“It’s not a fucking prank!” she yells, her voice cracking. “Go watch your stream back. Now.”
My heart’s thudding now, loud enough to drown out the morning traffic outside. I fumble with my laptop, hands shaking as I pull up the recorded stream. They cut me off after I passed out—great, no tips for sleeping like a loser. I scroll to where I’m slumped over, snoring like an idiot, and fast-forward a bit. Then I see it. A figure. Moving in my room. My bedroom. He’s tall, shadowed, wearing some freaky-ass motorcycle helmet with bunny ears—fucking bunny ears. He’s just… standing there, watching me sleep.
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