Tommy's pov
I sat near my bed staring at the small bloody cuts on my wrist. The blade I used was getting dull. I needed to find a way to sharpen it. I get up not bothering to get bandages as all I was looking for was a way to sharpen the blade I was using. I walk towards the kitchen but find nothing. I look through chests until I find a rock, I grab it and walk over to the place my blade is...or WAS....I instantly drop the rocks and walk to where it's supposed to be. "Dammit where is it! FUCK!" I yell tearing my sheets off my bed and throwing my pillow off, I moved my bed but I still couldn't find it. "Looking for this...?" My eyes widen as I recognized the voice. The voice was echoey, it was also rough, it sounded like what happens when you cry. I whip around to see HIM...to see Ghostbur. I shake. He held the bloody blade
TBC cause I'm tired as FUCK
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