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o×Ch.5×o (old)

                  ~ Training sucks ass ~

+ setting:creepypasta mansion +

// 2nd POV \\

"Hey..."

"Wake up."

.

"Goddammit I said wake up!"

You quickly opened your eyes as you sat up from your new bed. Startled, you look to the right to see who had woken you from your slumber. It was Masky.

"Hurry the fuck up and get changed, you're late to training..." He said with a raspy voice. Masky turned and left your room to give you privacy to change.

You quickly got off your bed, still half asleep. You went towards your walk-in closet to check if there was anything you could wear, other than the dirty clothes that were present on your figure.

'Huh, they left me clothes... Hopefully they got me the right size.' You thought.

You tried to think which clothes will look presentable and feel comfortable at the same time. 'Fuck it.' You said in your head.

You grabbed a butler type suit and some combat boots, and some black shorts to substitute the pants for the suit. (Imagine the shorts being longer if you want.)

(Sorry if it looks to feminine :/ )

After putting the clothes on, you checked yourself out in front of the cracked body mirror you had in your room.

'Huh, nice.' You thought.

You looked around and found some gloves, one fingerless and the other normal. You put them on because your hands were getting quite cold or something.

*BANg BANg BANg*

" Didn't I say to hurry the fuck up!?" Masky yelled from the outside of your bedroom door.

"I'm going!" You yelled.

As you left your room you heard Masky grumble something from underneath his breath, something about 'Dumbass fashion sense' or 'time wasted' followed by a few coughs. Whatever. Mean bitch.