(Probably same warning as last time!)
Little Timmy turned the light switch on, making a small groan due to the light effecting his eyes over the lack of sleep he was getting at this point. He sat awake every night after the first incident with the blanket, he thought it might've just been his imagination earlier tonight, but oh he realizes he was very wrong at this point.
At this point Timmy just wanted to curl up beside the locked door and bawl his eyes out until he cries himself to sleep, although another half of him wanted to avenge his parents deaths. So, he then walked over to the drawers of a dresser in the room, tearing through piles of clothes to find something.
A key, he had found the key. After he found it he felt overjoyed, but that joy could not last as he knew he had to hurry, so he then took the key out of the drawer and quickly closed it, running over to the closet.
He'd place the key into the keyhole on the door-knob of the door, he saw what he was looking for and then took it out.
A shotgun, he obtained his fathers shotgun, his father had always loved going hunting. His mother sometimes had found it a bit extreme, but of course his father knew the stores were running out of things like ingredients and such due to the pandemic and the current cases rising, so he had to do something to feed them.
Timmy loaded the shotgun and then slowly stepped towards the door, and then opened it.
The blanket seemed to be gone, he swiftly and quietly tip-toed into the living room and turned a small light on. A voice like his mothers could be heard echoing through the halls, "Timmy, dear? What's the matter? You don't have to be afraid of your dear mother, sweetie."
Timmy knew it had to be the blanket, that sick twisted thing trying to replicate the voice of his now cold, and lifeless mother. His anger started to rise, he'd step towards the voice, aiming the shotgun.
The blanket quickly tried to jump on him, but before it did Timmy shot it about 6 times, holes now filling the blanket. It seemed lifeless just like his parents now aswell.
He then decided to call the police, they arrived about 15 minutes later, why didn't he decide to call them in the first place? No idea. Timmy now lives with a new family, and the blanket seemed to have been finally gone. Everything was fine and happy now, and Timmy was finally free from the pain and trauma that blanket had set onto his poor soul.
Or was he?
