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DEVS POINT OF VIEW

I walk through the door, shighing while i shut it. Rayne was right, i am a moster. I sigh again, walking to my archery room. I shoot all my arrows, then put them back. It was now starting to get a little late, but i paced. What was i thinking? There is no one else like me. I heard a sound behind me, it made me turn around and pin the interuder to the wall, knife in hand.

"Who are you and why are you here" i snapped. "Times ticking and you may or may not become my next meal depending if you tell me" i say in cold blood.

"Im ben. Creepy pasta. Was at slendys." I move my hand away, but still had my knife in hand.

"Why are you here"

"I need to ask you. What are you?"

"I already told you. 3/4 demon and 1/4 human."

"No your not"

"Well, if that's all here for, then leave".

"Not before i know what you are"

"I just told you"

"I dont belive you."

"What are you going to do? Kill me? If so just do it and get out of my house."

"Actually, i will." He grabed my knife and slashed my arm. It started to heal in a few seconds flat. He looked at me with horrid eyes.

"See? Now get out of my house." I snapped grabing my knife. He grabbed my wrist, and twisted it until POP! he luaghed, but only for a second. My wrist poped back into place. "Now get out of my house." I snapped.

He stood there. "Fine." I grabbed him by the shirt, and draged him out the door. "Dont come again" i said, slamming the door and locked it. I went up stairs and fell asleep.

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