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They started talking.

 

 

hear the grin without even needing to see her. My fingers curled around the handle

of the softball bat. How fucking dare she? I bet she thought she was really

''Again.''

 

What did they do, what did they do!? HE WAS ONLY TEN! HE WAS FUCKING'' TEN''!” I wailed, tears blurring my

vision, the image of her skull transforming into a red and brown mess of hair

cheeks and I heaved again, weeping as my gaze fixed itself on my work.

 

 

My head jerked up so fast it dizzied me. It was the

used to be ‘Clockwork’.

 

was up, huh?” the boy asked, and he laughed. He held up his hand. Was he…

expecting me to high five him? For what?! I just murdered her!

brains in too, but the adrenaline was wearing off and I felt so tired.

 

worry, though! I’ll go and get the others! They’ll love to meet another

Creepypasta! I’ll be right back!”