Father.

60 2 1
                                    

Hunters's Pov:

I've never been the social type. I was always alone with Walter , stroking his thick white glimmering teeth, (obviously). People thought it was weird, like something you wouldn't see everyday. But I liked it, it was my comforter.

One day I was sitting on my couch peacefully eating my chips. They were smooth and crunchy. I was watching a show about dentistry I was obsessed with teeth. I wanted to become a dentist so I could touch peoples teeth.

I was sitting there as I heard a knock at my door. I didn't know who it could be so I just grabbed the only thing that could protect me. As I opened the door I thought I saw something else so on accident I triggered the button to fire. Uh oh.

It got control of me. I couldn't stop. *BANG* *BANG* my neighbors turned around their glimmering yellow crusty teeth made me flinch.

It was over powering.

Here's my story.

His Perfect Teeth.Where stories live. Discover now