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"Stan? God Dammit! Where are you?"

This was really starting to annoy me. Stan had disappeared again. I walked away from him for a second and now he'e gone. Not to mention the fact he keeps passing out, like he's anemic or something. He's such a wuss, acting all scared. It was true I was also scared but I wasn't showing it. I was sort of glad in a way to be here instead with my bitch mother and her god damn finance.

That's right my mother had finally decided to settle down. Though I hated it. It wasn't as if the guy was bad, on the contrary he was actually pretty cool. The fact is he wasn't my father and I didn't want him to act like it. I hated to think about how my mother will leave me all alone, how she wants me to call her finance "Daddy"

I wiped the tears from my eyes. Crying is all I've been doing lately. It was pathetic but I couldn't imagine ever being happy again. I heard footsteps walking towards me. I turned to see Stan there.

"It's about time, I was looking for you," I sneered.

Stan didn't answer and just kept walking. He looked different. His normally blue eyes were now blood red. His hair was white rather than raven black. He had a scary smile on his face and a crazy look in his eyes. I was too taken aback to say anything. He just just kept walking towards me. He smile becoming bigger with every step he took. I backed away slowly but accidentally fell. For some reason I couldn't stand up, like there was some kind of pressure holding me down. Stan put a hand on my shoulder.

"Let's begin the cinema," his voice was deep and raspy.

"What," I asked

Stan smiled and snapped his fingers. All of the sudden the hallway and everything else in sight was covered in blackness.

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