Sorrow (OJ's pov)

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Paper's been gone for a while, I should probably go looking for him. Is what I thought earlier. I was currently heading to the forest since that was where Pickle said he was going.

I tried reassuring myself that Paper was probably just busy or lost. But he was out all night and didn't come back. I tried calling him on the phone too but he never answered which is unusual for him. I thought I could've just been overreacting though. I just loved him a lot, he was everything to me. He even stopped me from becoming an alcoholic.

After walking deep into the forest, there was a strange smell coming from not very far away. The smell got stronger and worse as I approached closer to where it was coming from. It was a metallic stench, I thought it could've been a deer corpse but what I found was far, far worse. There was blood coming from a bush so it seemed even more like a dead animal. As I looked behind a bush, I gagged instantly. It was Paper... But his head was almost unrecognisable from how smushed it was.

It took me a good couple minutes to fully process what I was seeing before screaming at the top of my lungs. Not knowing what to do, instead of calling the police like a logical person would, I sprinted as fast as I could away from his corpse while sobbing. Everything was overwhelming, I just wanted to lock myself in my room forever. Why....Why did it have to be him?? Why am I not allowed to be happy?

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