Golf Ball suddenly woke up in a desolate woods, similar to the Evil Forest. She looked around, her heart racing with fear.
She then saw a familiar spherical object in the distance, Golf Ball sighed with relief, thinking it's Tennis Ball. "Am I glad to see you-" Golf Ball shakily spoke, cut off from cold hands holding her down. "Wh-. . .What the...?!" her strained voice cried out as she struggled to break free from the hands, the shadowy ball slowly approached Golf Ball, inching closer and closer to her.
The shadow revealed to be Tennis Ball, who looks less cheerful or optimistic. Golf Ball looked up at him, signaling him for help. Instead, Tennis Ball grabbed a nearest axe, swinging it at her.
"AHH!"
Golf Ball screamed awake, covered in cold sweat while she trembled in fear. "J-. . . J-just a dream. . ." She whispered to herself, curling up on her side on the bed. She's surprised that no one heard her scream, her team is a bunch of heavy sleepers...
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Tennis Ball tossed and turned on his bed, currently experiencing a nightmare. ". . .No. . . Nono. . .I'm..not...like you. . ." He muttered in his sleep. "Nonono...Come back. . . . . . . G-. . .Golf B-Ball...?. . . . No.... No no no nO NO. . . .NOO!" Tennis Ball then jerked awake, his heart hastily beating against his chest.
His kness pressed against his chest as small tears formed in his eyes. "...Every...Single...Night!. . ." Tennis Ball cried. "I just wish....They'll leave me alone..." He then heard small taps against his window, then small, irritating scrapping against the glass.
Tennis Ball winced at the sound of high-pitched scrapping, making him turn to the direction of the sound. It was...him again... the same demon version of himself, its long nails scratching the window.
Once Tennis Ball moved closer to see it better, it vanished into thin air. Tennis Ball collapsed back onto his bed, wrapping himself in the covers trying to sleep. Yet he can't, he's constantly haunted by the objects he killed, for his own profit...
Tennis Ball tossed and turned again on his bed, having another nightmare as the spirits watched as Tennis Ball suffered psychologically. "Leave... me... Alone!. . ." He muttered in his sleep...
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~Experimental~ /~A TPOT AU~\ (((OUTDATED)))
Mystery / Thriller~!~( THE FIRST CHAPTER IS FILLER, IF ANY OF MY TUMBLR MUTUALS SEE THIS, YOU CAN HELP OUT IF YOU WANT!!!! )~!~ ~~! WARNING, this story has in-detail of gore and organ harvesting scenes, if you have a weak stomach or don't take object gore in the slig...
