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Patricia Crossed out is a teenage girl who woke up from the dead and started a new life on the planet Legalola in the Truelanian Empire. She was adopted by the greatest hero of the Empire, Truelania herself and thought this was her hap...
I stared off into the direction where he ran off with a concerned look. What the hell did he get himself into? What did he do? I should get out of here, too. I still have to find the others. Sasha jumped over the fence as that was the fastest route for him. I can't exactly do that so easily with one arm.
Why did I think this was a good idea?
I walked at a fast pace towards the gates. As I thought that that was the end of it, I suddenly heard a creepy chuckle from behind me. I jumped and swiftly turned around. There was no one there. Nothing. Halloween is starting to get a little too real.
I turned back around and as I was about to start jogging towards the exit, before me stood a clown.
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------------------------------------------------------------------ A crazed blood covered clown.
"Hiiiiiiiiiiii..." I nervously smiled.
He creepily chuckled again as I stood there awkwardly and then started to slowly approach me.
"Heeeeey, listen, buddy! It doesn't have to be this way! Let's talk about this!" I started to back off with my hand up.
He started to walk faster. I started running.
I ran into a random direction that led me further away from the exit. When I was getting closer to a corner of the graveyard, I stopped and quickly looked around.
"To the toolshed!" Darkness suddenly spoke up.
I listened to his command as soon as I laid my eyes on the toolshed. I completely forgot that he was even on my head. I slammed the door shut when I made it inside. We're now completely cornered.
Shit, what do I do!?
I looked around myself in panic and felt Darkness peak from under my beanie.
"Grab the shotgun." He advised.
"Wh- I don't know how to shoot with a shotgun!" I stammered.
"I said grab the shotgun!" He repeated himself.
I relented and grabbed the shotgun. I rested the butt against my shoulder pocket and held the grip with my one hand. I put my finger on the trigger. This better be loaded. There's ammo here in the shed, but I have no idea how to load it in, yet alone check if it's loaded. Usually, you would also hold the shotgun with 2 hands to aim better. I'll convert to Christianity if I manage to hit that bastard.
I heard him chuckle outside. There's no other way out of this. It's now or never!
I kicked the door open and tried to aim at him.
"STOP RIGHT THERE!" I commanded.
He froze almost instantly. His strange grin didn't fade, however.
"BACK OFF OR I'LL SHOOT YOU!" I threatened with sweat going down my face.
He stood there completely frozen as I tried not to tremble so much. He then chuckled again and took a step forward.
BANG!!!
Like I predicted, I missed. He took another step. I tried to shoot again, but my failed attempt was the only shell that was in the shotgun.
click click
The shotgun could only make a clicking sound when the trigger was pushed. I'm lost now. I let the empty shotgun drop to the ground. I backed away to the door of the toolshed as the clown stepped closer. He was about to chuckle when he was interrupted by a loud whistle.
He turned his head slightly to where the whistle came from, only to be forced to face me again.
