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I got out from behind the tree an went to grab my things.

"How important is most of this?" I mumbled to myself as the killers watched me

"Sooooo, brainy!" The clown said," can I ask you a question?"

"My names Y/N." I said," scratch that, it might not even matter soon."

"We know your name we just wanna ask a question-"

"Whats up with the scars? There's no other way to get scars like that unless it's from...y'know?" Jeff asked but didn't continue

"Just say it." I said a little upset

I organized what I had and they were all kinda silent.

"Were you abused?" The ticking boy asked

I froze for a second but continued what I was doing as I gripped the things in my hand tighter.

"Maybe." I answered

'Yes, just say the damn truth! Its not like you're gonna go back anyways...'

I put the thing holding the arrows on my shoulder and then picked up my backpack. I tied my hoodie around my waist and then got up.

"Is that all?" I asked

"Yeah." Jeff answered," game starts whenever your friends are done."

They all either got into the trees or disappeared. Seedeater just sat nearby an looked up in the trees.

'Do I even know how to use a bow? What do I do if they're close combat? Do I still have a knife on me? I do! I can probably set up a trap too with the things I have.'

The whole point of this was to get mark so I can't stay in the same place for long. I decided to practice with the bow and shoot at a tree.

I missed horribly.

"I'm so dead." I complained to myself

"The game started, good luck brainy." The clown said

I collected my arrows and sighed as I ran off an looked for something to lead me to this mansion...

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It's nighttime now and I did not want to risk getting into a night battle. I had set up some snare traps or little dug out holes to trip any killers near by.

I was in a tree and trying to rest as my hoodie had my lap tied to the branch.

This whole time I've been following moss which usually points north.

"H-hi!" The ticking boy greeted softly," I'm ticci toby."

I looked up an saw he was a branch above me, looking down at me.

"Hello toby, I'm Y/N." I greeted

He ticked and twitched as he then moved onto my branch and sat in front of me.

"I k-know y-ou were upset whe-when we asked this but y-y-you we-re ab-used right?" He asked

I frowned an then sighed as I guess there was no avoiding curious minds.

"Yes...I was abused and it was from my good for nothing drunk bastard of a father that I've never seen sober since I was little." I said softly

His eyes looked angry but it didn't feel like that anger was toward me.

"M-my father hurt me too." He said, sounding like he was trying to stop his ticks

I looked at him sad and then a bit pissed.

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