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AUTHOR: hello author here! Disclaimer this chapter may contian somewhat violence (or animal violence) and somewhat mental breakdown!! Please skip this chapter if your not comfortable with it!!

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*player pov*

Its been a few days as the attacks of the voices seeming to go more frequent.. but thats okay, theyre my friend after all.. right? I opened my window letting the sunshine hit my face.

Its been a while since i eat food, maybe like.. a few days ago or smth? Who cares ill probably eat when im in the point of dying of starvation.

Then i saw something hit my window frame- as my heroic trait and mind- i frantically tried to cacth not fall to the ground, it was a little- no wait its the size of my palm or.. er hand- it had white and somewhat very dark brown feathers..

It was a osprey, the poor bird had a seemingly very wounded wing on the right, i tried to soothe the bird by petting its head and down its beak with my fingers- as the bird chirped softly.

I smiled somewhat finding moment of peace, as i close my window frame and made my way through the bathroom as i gently sit the osprey in the sink.

I grabbed bandages and tried to pacth it up, the osprey was suprisingly calm and kind.. not poking me with his beak like a annoying or provoke bird will do-

I pacth the osprey up, as i think of a name to the bird..

"You know what im gonna call you oz!"

I exclaimed in joy as i grabbed the osprey softly as oz chirped, it snuggled in my hoodie finding warmth, i smiled as.. the whispers started again.

"Look at it.."

"You know what to do.."

"Look.."

The whispers spoke softly, as it started once again became more ad more louder- as i let go oz and covered my ears and hunched to the sink, the poor bird sit onto my sink looking confused and tilting its head.

"I dont want to.."

I spoke to myself or the voices as the voice was persistent and theyre soft tender tone turn into a malicious and somewhat the all to knowing hatred voice i knew.

"This is you purpose player."

"Come on.. it will only last a while.."

The voice rang as i felt my body tensed up as it move on its own.. or my insticts have made me move.. i slowly opened the cupboard or bathroom drawer as i my eyes immediately landed on the knife tucked away in the corner.

As i slowly grbabed it now looking directly towards my somewhat new pet oz. The room was tense and akward, the whispers grew more louder practically screaming at my ear..

Oz was obviously confused as it continue to tilt its head as it chirped softly, as for me.. my expression had turn into a somewhat cold and emotionless one.

The soft breeze was suddenly cold. As the my vision was now a bit darker.. the only sound i can hear is the ticking of the clock from my bedroom.

"Do it."

A voice rang as i immediately smiled, as i rose my knife high up in the air and immediately went directly towards Oz-

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I softly let go of the knife as blood dripped down to the bathroom sink- my eyes wide open as i look at oz.. i stabbed it in the chest. Oh builderman.. builderman what did i do?..

I felt sick to the stomach as i backed up looking at the bird that i helped.. killed by. My. Own. Hands. Oh builderman.. the blood dripped to the floor, as the clock continue to tick.

The whispers died down.. appreciating and praising for my work. As i heard a dreadful and hateful laugh rang throuh my ears.. i.. jesus.. i- i really am a killer.

Builderman i felt sick, i felt so nauseas.. i wanna throw up, like in i-wanna-throw-up-right-here-and-there type of shit. I killed a bird.. a inncoent being.

It was kind and caring to me aswell, jesus jesus.. im a monster, a killer. The voices was right, I T was right.. my only purpose is to kill, with or without trying to.

I felt dizzy as my heart tighten a bit, making me suffocated as tears stream down my faces- i slump over to the bathroom tiles on the floor curling up into a ball.

My breath started to go faster as more tears stream down my face.. builderman im such a crybaby.. i continue sobbed quietly on the floor, as my heart ached in pain.

I killed a bird, i killed someone. I killed a animal.

"I didnt mean to.. i didnt meant to.. i didn't mean to.."

I thought as i continue to silently mumbled "i didnt mean to".. over and over.. knowing sorry wont fix someone life. Or a innocent beings life.

The sentence continue to linger into my mouth, saying it over and over again. As my thoughts did the same as i continue to curl up into a ball the blood expanding- making its way out of the poor bird body.

Like it was mocking me for doing such reckless thing, to be exact killing something. Reminder that i murdered a being. Each time the blood drop to the floor, it felt like a agonozing reward.

A reward for doing something just to make myself feel at ease. Was this really a reward? Or a curse?.. i continue to silently cried my hands gripping onto my hair as put my head into my knees which up to my chest..

"I didn't mean to.. i really am.."

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Ah ah! Theres one more to go!! ^_^

Also osprey represents 'healing, emotion balance and vision'!!

Anyways! Hope you enjoy this chapter!! Hope you all have a great day/night!!

And goodbye!! 0_<

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