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AUTHOR: HELLOOO! author here! This chapter may contains violence, murder, vomiting, and somewhat breakdown! :3 please skip chapter if your not comfortable!

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*3rd pov*

"Hah! This should do the trick!"

The boy spoke as he immediately grabbed his scruffy backpack- as he gently and carefully opened a somewhat kicthen window with a fucking hair, as he opened it- a somewhat scent went up to his nose-

As he immediately covered his nose and gagged at the foul scent-

"Jeez! The heck is wrong with the hero's house?"

The boy spoke as he slowly walked inside the house- holy it actually look like a mess, dishes piling up, cobwebs every corner- it looks like it hadnt been clean in WEEKS!

"Man.. this is much harder to find some treasures."

The boy spoke as he open his backpack and went in for stealing some stuff-

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Player immediately heard rustling noises, as theyre thoughts.. seemingly, not there. Theyre rational mind- gone by the blink of an eye!

The blood continue to bleed onto Oz stomach- creating a gut wrenching smell, who knew that blood can smell this bad. Besides its only been a couple of hours- how come it had been smelling for days?..

As they continue to heard ruffling noises, so did. The voices in theyre head, controlling and whispering in a soft tone.. almost like it was a melancholic lullaby.

As they stood up weakly they look at the dead bird on the sink.. poor osprey. They gently grab the knife handle and pulled it out of the stomach of the bird- ending up with a very bloody knife and a very not so lively bird.

They made there way downstairs- floors oddly creaking, as they slowly and carefully made their way, descending to the down part of their home.

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"Aha! Gold!"

The boy spoke with eyes gleaming in delight as he immediately throwed it into his bag, impressive that it landed quite perfectly there.

As he continue to dug deeper on the cupboards and drawer like a racoon trying to find food in the garbage can-

*creaking noises*

He immediately frozed, well no worries! He had a fucking knife in his bag- he can just stabbed the hero and run away! He thought about how the heck he will able to do that stunt by the time that hero gets there-

As he immediately heard soft creaking noises, as their vision suddenly becomes darker- creating a somewhat horror aspect of the home.

The dreadful presence is only making it worse, as the boy stood there. Frozen in place as the footstep or creaking noises became louder.. as he felt like he was a prey in the predators eyes.
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The creaking noises stop as he can finally able to get out their frozen trance.. as he sighed in relief- like literally.

"Its just my imagination- theres nothig h-"

CRACKING NOISES (ok why is this sentence funny to me-)

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*player pov*

I did the first blow, as i immediately pulled out the knife- that was already bloody- as the person yelled in pain- my eye twicthed as i cracked a sinister smile.