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Hello everyone welcome to chapter two of this story I hope you all having a good year so far, and i get out yo hair now and enjoy the story :3

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Warning: d3ath, m*rder

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3rd Person POV:

The paper bag head boy sat on a wooden crate near a old abandoned building, that probably buil in the 1800s...maybe who knows all they do knows that it old and the boy near it that have the smell of old wood and toxic sewage...it probably was some type factory of some kind that went wrong and had to be shut down. But here the boy near the building siting on some barrel with some bandages, alcohol, bandaids, and other stuff to stop pain and cover it up with...he look at his  right bandages hand...it's yellow from how long it was on with some red here and from blood of him...and people and brown and black from dirt and stuff. He just start slowly taking it off, grunting a bit too from it...after it fully off his hand start to shake a bit as he look at his hand...it hurt it hurt so much...why did this happen to him why...he pick up the alcohol and start to pour it over his hand, he hiss from how it stings but he need it so he won't get a affection...then he wrap new clean bandages over it. It was a bit messy that why he got the bandaids and put them on too... once he done he look at his work with a tilt in his head, the bag head boy let out a sigh and start put the stuff away in a black bag in found at that house where he kill those two people at it...a long shoulder bag look like probably belong to the male when he has work. The the s/c male sat there now just listening to the wind..and sirenings in the distance near the old building and woods...where someone was watching him at...

??? POV:

I was walking around in the forest ready to go out to kill someone who dare to come in here...and are these people stupid don't they watch the news and don't hear that people are fucking dying here...? Heh I guess not cause they come here camp, party like it any other woods and also to come to collect slender pages and see they can beat it and win, and some almost have..but die doing it like fucking idiots...guess people really have gone dumb. While I was walking I hear a sound near me and turn to look at the old building that was near here and one the pages, I got closer and crouch behind a bush to see who there..I see a person they look around 5'6 or is...they had a sweater on and some pants that go over their shoes...and a bag over their head..? Why the hell they got a bag on their head what the point of it I just shook off and continue watch the person to see what they doing..seem like they about to patch their self up cause they have alcohol and bandages I can see from my place...they start to to unwrap the old ones on their hand and pour alcohol on it..I wice at it, feel like that gotta hurt..and I know the feeling..then they wrap new ones on it but it look bad and messy. Don't they know how to wrap a bandages...? Guess not cause they put bandaids in the spots they miss and mess up...they look at their hand a bit and then do it to the other side before putting the stuff in the bag...and they sat there...hm don't they have a home or something or they homeless..well doesn't matter cause they gonna be dead once I done with em...

Time to go asleep...

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Yay new chapter for this book finally if anyone reading it..as you can see this reader is not no demon angle or op or nothing like in some...they or normal kinda..in a way and they meet the creepypasta crew just yet and it gonna take time for em to like him too so yeah but I hope you guys enjoy and I see ya'll soon bye-bye