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Slender Tricks "Just run, Pewdie!" Cry screamed, hopping over the rocks in the large creek, in the middle of the woods.
Running was all they could do, but they knew the beast was faster. That thing would always win, no matter what they did. If they ran, walked, crawled, or begged, that thing would show no mercy. The two men knew what happened to the people who entered these woods, and they would try anything just to escape.
"What about T-" Pewdie tried to say, almost in tears.
"It's too late, Pewds!" Cry screamed, trying to get his friend to catch up with him.
Cry and Pewdie ran towards the other shore line of the creek, hoping over the rigged rocks, trying not to fall into the water. Unfortunately, as they reached the shore, the familiar lack of face, well suited man, appeared on the bank, those tentacles beginning to flail, ready to grab up anything that came close.
"Pewds, stop!" Cry screeched as he just about fell over
“This way, Pewdie!” I commanded, while pointing my sword to the right. I did it even though he couldn’t see me. All he could see was the small golden statue in his hand, but he heard me. That small object was the connection between his world and mine.
“Ok, Stephano.” He replied. I walked down the dark, molded hallway next to my best bro. I wore a golden long-sleeve shirt, flats, & jeans which were underneath a long skirt. My hair tied up underneath my turban.
Something was… DIFFERENT, about this custom mod. It’s so cold… It felt a bit eerie, being in the west wing. Like it usually does when the game isn’t played; when the castle is our home… when the dangers are horrifyingly real!
Do you remember Bluey? Or Sammy Sue? Probably not. To you it may just look like he just forgot about those characters. But in reality, they died. When amnesia is like that if you die, it’s for good. There are no respaw
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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