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Chronicles Of Wondering If I Was Meant To Bee

Cyko_Gamer
Beelzebub is always having a good time. It's almost as if she never actually got drunk. Save for the few like 7 times she did manage to and 2 that she got REALLY drunk. Of course, being the Queen Bee of Gluttony, she could do whatever she wants in her ring, yet she never considered throwing herself down the stairs. Why is that? Because 'I' exist. Hello there. Whis here, the illegitimate and most likely a bastard child of the definition of too much goodness. There is not a day I wonder why I exist, and I'll leave you to wondering why as I live this baseless life and hopefully nap forever at some point. The story will have references to the main series but will mostly be attempted to be original. It will have characters from the show in because this is a fanfiction and an oc insert, not a self insert. If it was, then I think pessimistic should be my full name. No romance here because I am handicapped in life experience, if it is hard to tell, I am making guesses on how people actually react to things like what is written here. Helluvaboss and it's characters do not belong to me, only the character that do not appear in the series are probably mine unless I request to add them in from other fan story creators which is a dream. Only "Mature" here is the vulgar speech, implications, and occasional and possible gore descriptions. No sex here, losers don't know explicit content in bed. Losers being me. Read on WattPad for earlier chapters, I started there, so feel free to catch up there if you want, CykoGamer.
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