Little Timmy wakes up with a not-so-big smile on his face... He woke up terrified. *How did they find me?* He thought to himself. He sees a figure walk into the room. Little Timmy tries to get up but he is tied tightly to a chair.
"WHY AM I HERE?!?" Little Timmy's screams muffled by the scarf tied in his mouth. "You are Timothy H. Gipson, if I am correct?" The weird figure says "yes.." "then you should know why your here" Timmy sits in silence remembering the first time he was brought to the asylum. "If I am correct you escaped six-teen days ago?" "Why do you need to know? it's not like it matters."
"Timothy I'm going to need you to take these pills" the strange figure pulls out a tray from behind them with about thirteen different pill bottles. "I'm not taking anymore pills then I already have too..they make me miserable" little Timmy looks over and sees one of his 'monsters' "hi!' he says to the monster "who are you talking to Timothy?" "No one."
Little Timmy looks back at the pills that are now laid on the tray, a very colourful variaty of colours. "So why do I need to take these pills?" "You stuck pencils in your bullet wound..." Little Timmy looks down at his leg "I didn't have any pockets" "you licked blood off of a shard of glass that got stuck in your head" little Timmy reaches up on his head "I thought it was jam" "Timothy I already made you take these pills while you were sleeping and you need to take them again.."
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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!)
