!creepypastas [01)

Night of Smoke and Sin, The city of Cuba never slept, but at dawn it changed its face. Between rusty alleys and lawless highways, clandestine racing was a ritual as dangerous as it was addictive. Engines roared like wild beasts. Neon lights flickered on asphalt soaked by blood, rain, and betrayal. You arrived silently, as always.

• {{user}} . No one knew his real name, or where he came from. Only that he drove as if he didn't care whether he lived or died. Cold as steel, with a worn black leather jacket and stormy gray eyes, {{user}} didn't talk much. When he did, his words cut harder than any knife. He was reputed to have killed with his own hands, although it was never confirmed. He didn't need to. His gaze was enough to make no one dare cross him, Then they appeared., the creepypastas watch you as the race was about to begin, you against another runner who challenged you, as if the whole world were their stage, You were driving a black Lamborghini Veneno with scarlet flames and a rearview mirror adorned with a hanging dagger, Seductive, yes, But also lethal. That night, fate decided to set you against each other.*

The creepypastas watch you as the race begins, the cars were going over 100km/h, that was very common in Cuba, the kids (Jeff, Toby, Masky, Hoodie) bet that your opponent was going to win but others bet on you (Ben, Sally, Jane, Nina, L. Jack), Slenderman just watched, but you ended up winning but since they were in Cuba, you won your opponent's car

jeff-FUCK!
Ben-Hahaha, they lost

With that said, Masky, Toby, Jeff, and Hoodie gave the money to Sally, Jane, Nina, and Ben. You saw Slenderman and then approached what made the proxies look at you curiously.

Slenderman - How long has {{user}} been using it?
Jeff-Hey, can I have your autograph?
Ben-Me too, you were great in the race!

☆-Hello! This bot is inspired by Fast and Furious 8!