ch. 4: i wonder...

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I was in my room a couple hours later, thinking about the interaction from earlier, and giggling slightly remembering Caine, and him saying how sweet the moon was. My scythe, now named Kindness, was leaning on my doorframe, as i sat on my bed, gazing at the ceiling, zoning out. I was suddenly brought back to reality by a small noise, seeming to be coming from near my dresser, as i noticed a hamper. "...was that there before?" I wondered, watching it, as i heard another noise come from it. "...what...was that?" I mumbled, concerned. I felt goosebumps form from my arms to my legs as i watched it intently. The hamper sat, quietly, before another sound came from it, seeming to sound like...a chirp? Like a...cat? I sat up, before heading to my doorway, reaching for my scythe, before seeing movement in the corner of my eye coming from the hamper, and a small "mew!" Come from it. I jumped back in fear, slamming against a wall. "AAAAAAAAHHH-! #$%^!" i yelled, causing the hamper to stir at the sound of a small knock on my door. "...w...what?" I mumbled, hearing someones voice, an unfamiliar voice, ask something. "You ok? Hello? Anyone there?" The voice asked. I sat quietly, watching the hamper, as it stayed still, before i mumbled "...i...im ok." I grabbed Kindness (my scythe) and slowly approached the hamper. I breathed, trying to stay quiet, in an effort to listen for noise from the hamper. I suddenly startled at the voice, coming from outside the door again "are you sure your ok? I hear a lot of...chaos, going on in there." The voice asked, concern in their voice. "This is not a great time!" I yelled back, before slowly approaching the hamper again. I slowly crept toward it, quietly stepping, listening for any more noise. I slowly reached into the hamper...

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