I was walking home and it got silent. It was around 9:00 at night and I was walking alone the alleyways to avoid all the cars and walking across streets. I went down the main way it was the biggest alley but the weirdest. It had the back bakery door there, the bakers normally came out to throw out trash. I was turning into the main alleyway when I stopped before I got in. It stunk. Really bad at that. What was it? Rotting bread, old milk? I couldn't put my finger on it so I walked further. There is was. The killer, he was standing there looking down at a dead body. It looked fresh like he just killed them. He was starring to bend over with a needle and thread in his hand. Then he stopped. He started slowly turning my way. He started mumbling, 1.... 2.......... 3. He kept counting until he reached 30 and once he made it to thirty. In the flash of a second there was a knife out and he was right in my face. "You're a ... SHE?!?!" Oh my god I cant even comprehend whats going on right now ok calm down Mizuki, HOW CAN I A CRAZY KILLER HESHE IS HOLDING A KNIFE UP TO MY FACE. "Hey?!? What do you mean 'she'?!?" Did this crazy woman just talk. Wait not woman... This sounds like a girl my age. I hadn't even realized how I looked right now or what was even happening. So this was a girl, she had somewhat bluish black hair with bright blue highlights, she had a short bob haircut which suited her face. She also had dark brown eyes almost black. "W-who are you?" I mumbled to her. She was now standing like in those "did you do this" mom poses. I couldn't hear her. All I really saw right now was her pacing around babbling like an insane idiot waving her giant sharp knife around. Then it went black I couldn't see a thing and I had just realized she punched me. Right in my jaw last think I remember was being dragged in a bad filled with guts and body parts, then I woke up.

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Dolly Flesh
AcakA gory/ romantic story about a girl named Mizuki Haszumoto. Warning: this story may contain explicitly and foul language