What is abandoned by the sane, is taken by the insane. What your blind eyes cannot see is a life full of misery, that misery you soon shall walk into...
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"Sam, child, you play a big part in this war."
"But I'm useless! What's the point?!" Sam had argued.
Slender shook his head. "The more help we get the better!"
"Pffft, so I'm just a pawn in this war am I? ...Should've killed myself back then before shit happened!" Sam mumbled to herself.
"Maybe so...yet you didn't"
There was silence before Slender spoke again.
"Why did you choose to be this?"
"...Why indeed." Sam leaned forward to look at the forest from the roof's height.
Why indeed...
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"Oh, Stitchy boy! Come out, come out, wherever you are!" Sam scanned the old hospital grounds suspiciously.
Knowing him, Stitch could be hiding in the darkness, ready to ambush and torture her at any given moment.
There was a rustling before the noise of scuffling came from inside the hospital. A shadow passed by the broken front window, a door banged shut after it.
"...Ok then, so it's that way." Sam got out ger scissors and jumped in through the front window.
Glass crunched under her feet as she stepped into the dark hallway.
The air smelt of odd chemicals and very old blood stained the once clean, white walls of the hospital...or so she thought it was a hospital.
Many rooms lined the hall on either side of her, most of them were labeled 'Subject Room 1' and so on.
It was quiet. So quiet, Sam could hear her heart beat up to her ears.
Slowly, Sam made her way up the hall, checking rooms and looking at loose file papers along the way.
That's when she came across the last door. It led to another hallway with another set of rooms.
This time, the doors were more built in and strong looking, unlike the cheap wooden ones she had past previously.
The one right at the end of the hallway was the one where she had heard low growling.
She peeked in through the clear yet hazy, double-glazed window of the door.
The shadow stood in the middle of the room, staring at the door where Sam stood in front of.
There were no windows in the room, as far as Sam could tell, but there was some sort of low light emitting from behind the shadow.
Sam gingerly opened the door and walked in.
Stitch stood still, staring at Sam with his two different coloured eyes.
A smile - or grin - was permanent on his face thanks to the stitches that lined over the scars like a cover.
His brown hair was matted, it had grown since the last time she saw him, just above his shoulders.
His skin was pale with a sickly yellow tinge to it, his nails were jagged, dirty and bitten.
What had been left of this poor boy was a grim looking skeleton in ripped, dirty clothing.
Sam regarded Stitch with a slow nod.
"I need to chat with you, without you trying to kill me, can you do that, Stitch?"
The boy growled at her in responce. "Maybe. What do you want?"
Sam put her hands in her shirt's pockets. The temperature in the room was freezing, it didn't help that all she wore was a hooded t-shirt and baggy pants trousers.
She itched her ankle with a bare foot and sniffed.
"You still owe me something, so I need you to help me...assasinate someone."
Stitch's bottom eyelid lifted, showing he really was grinning.
"Ok...but I want to keep their eyeballs...and whatever else catches my attention."
"Of course! I bet you'll end up taking his whole corspe."
Stitch nodded. He inched closer to Sam, sniffing and poking her in the ribs.
"Yes, I still have it." She lifted her bangs up with her fingers to reveal her artificial eye. "We're the same, you and I."
Stitch let out a gruff 'yes' and headed off towards the exit.
