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AN: Special fanks (getit cus im awkwardly charming?) 2 my bf (ew not in that way) Matt for helpin me wif da story. Ur a tru jedi! Anakin ur de luv of my dark dark lyfe. Ur a tru Jedi! JOHN WILLIAMS ROX!
Hi my name is Kylo Ren Williams Matt Sith Solo and I have medium black hair (that’s why everyone loves me) with black streaks and black tips that reach my bottom neck and beautiful eyes that make my peeps cry of joy and a lot of people tell me I look like Darth Vader (AN: if u don know who that is get outta hear!) I’m not related to Matt the tecnichian but I wish I was bc he’s a major frickin hawtie. I’m a Sith Lord but I have a call 2 the light side. I have pale white skin from never going outside. I’m also a Sith Lord, in case I didn’t mention it and I go to a majic job called First Order on the Star Killer Base where I’m second only to Snoke (I’m like nineteen). I’m a goth (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. I love hot topic and buy all my clothes there. For example today I was wearing a black hoodie cape thing, place skinny jeans, black boots, a black shirt, black socks, black gloves, a black mask with silver stripes on it, and a red swordy looking lite saver. I was wearing white foundation and my hood over my mask. I was walking inside Starkiller Base. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of stormtroopers stared at me. I put my middle finger at them.
“Hey Kylo Ren!” Shouted a voice. I looked up. It was…. Darth Revan!
“What’s up Darth Revan?” I asked.
“Nothing” He said shyly.
But then, I heard my friends call me and I had to go away.
AN: IS it good? PLZZZZZZ Tell me fanks!