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{{note credit|Written by R0B0-M3m3s, Likemea, and BlueStarOmega.}}
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My family and I went to Nuremberg, you know? The city where speed limits are completely nonexistent. We were there to visit family and conveniently the hotel was close to a church, which we would attend that week for Christmas.
Little did my mother know, I would have a different view on what the real world looks like.
My parents had gone to the spa room and then would eat dinner later in a fancy part of the hotel, as it was
I was in a middle of an aerial dogfight, trying to capture a base, when my brother yelled at me from under the bed.
Ike pulled my arm, causing me to let go of the mouse, the enemy hit me with their rocket, causing me to go
I opened the journal, the words were in German, luckily I was able read German pretty okay. ''Thanks mom'', I guess.
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== 3/18/2017 ==
''Just got a journal today,
The first entry sort of humored me, obviously he
== 4/3/2017 ==
''I wish Gunther would stop bothering me, he took my lunch today. I wish I could do something. That
The sadness that I was feeling would gradually turn into a chill down my spine as I read some of the following entries.
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== 10/31/2018 ==
''I went as my Roblox character today for halloween, I was so excited and got a lot of candy. Too bad Gunther got a hold of it, him and his ginger sidekick. He made fun of my costume,
That last part was a bit too much, nearly all of the entries were about Gunther. The journal became more about Gunther than Roblox. November was mostly the same thing, Gunther would stuff him in a locker, steal his lunch, same thing over and over again. The only thing new was that he met a user named
== 12/1/2017 ==
''I guess
==12/5/2017==
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''Today was Krampusnacht, and I got whipped by Gunther who was disguised as Krampus...My brother cried to sleep, I wish he would sleep in peace one day...''
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== 12/20/17 ==
''My mother made us move to a hotel for now, it'
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(Entry abruptly ends here for some reason.)
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== 12/24/17 ==
''I HAD ENOUGH! I want him dead, Gunther has to pay. I had finally gotten enough money to get my little brother a Robux giftcard, but stupid Gunther took them from me and ripped it apart, saying Roblox is for babies. I
''(3:00 am)''
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''(I removed the name of the game for good reason.)''
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''We teleported to a game that said
(At this point my hands were sweaty, I had no idea what might happened, but I had to keep reading, I needed to know how the journal ended up under the bed.)
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''We entered what looked like a bedroom, and there was an npc sleeping. Krampus krept up to him, his long tongue hovering over his face. I realized, it had a slight resemblance to Gunther. I could hear a slow piano tune faintly in the background, and a voice, a deep guttural voice singing.''
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''Krampus then grabbed a stick and started hitting Gunther, his health was being lost quickly.
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''The screen froze, I couldn't move the mouse. Then Krampus walked toward the screen, I tried shutting of my computer, but he kept walking forward, then all of the sudden… The screen went black, there was green text on the screen that said,
''My mother
It just ends there, there was obvious desperation, as the words started to become more elongated. I wonder what happened?
We were going to take the elevator, but there was maintenance going on. We went down the stairs, when we were stopped.
We followed him near a storage room where he told us to wait. He came back with a newspaper article. Boy in Asylum After Causing His
That night I sat by the window sill, thinking.
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As I looked up at the stars I realized, I
== Epilogue ==
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''I still hear the voice of torment, the voice of regret. The amalgamation of the two, creating the voice of suffering.''
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How could it not?
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My sanity died with him.
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