Little Timmy heads to class, when he arrives he sits in his assigned seat. He pulls the six pencils out of his bullet wound but he only grabbed four...the rest were stuck... But little Timmy didn't know how to count. So it was fine...right? The room was completely empty other then all of the desks. The silence was screaming... Little Timmy started to get his papers together to get ready for 'class'. "Here" he said as if someone called his name for attendance.
After a few hours he passes out. *the bell rings and Timmy gathers all of his stuff. Then he gets up and leaves the class room. No one was on the floor anymore and all of the 'paint' was gone.. he leaves the School and sees something in the corner of his eye.."there here....."*
Little Timmy wakes up panicked, his hands were shaking and his head was scattered. He quickly gets all of his papers and his pencils. He checks the time before he leaves "it's 3:43" he walks out of the school and walks home
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little timmy
Horrora little boy named little timmy is a bit... odd. he came from somewhere and no one knows where.. people are coming for him to take him back from where he came from.. (I'm also making part 5 soon!)
