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Back To The Present

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Bubbles: Ello. I'm back from my..... whatever you call that. Bad news and good news. Which would you like to hear first? The bad news? Okay. Well, the bad news is that I will be taking another break from MC Hunger Games. I just really want to get this done because I have such great ideas for this one here. Good news now? Got it. The good news is... I will be focusing ENTIRELY on Creepypasta House! Yay! Anyway... By the by. The scheduale just streesed me. And the doctors are saying to lower my stress. So, no more scheduale. Posting will be entirely random. Sorry bout that. Now, let's get on to that chapter!

-------------------------------------- Toby's POV-------------------------------------

I hear a scream ring out from the living room and I freeze. That sound's way too familiar...

"Meg." I whisper.

The father, sleeping a little while ago, bolts up in bed and comes face to face with me. I scowl and snap his neck. The mother lays still in the bed, but I hear her breathing hitch and a small whimper come out. Frowning, I chop her head off cleanly with my hatchet. Now to check on Meg.

Running out of the room, I see Meg staring at the couch, tears in her eyes. I turn my head slightly and see a little boy and little girl watching her from a corner. They see me and the little girl starts crying. The boy sees my weapon and starts to shake. He can't be more than 8. She looks about 6.

"Meg?" I frown and see her looking down at her hands in horror. She sees me and yells out in fury. "What are you doing?"

She throws the knife at my head and I dodge it. The little boy and girl shake more than ever.

"How could you?!?" Meg screams at me. "I trusted you! And.... And you killed him!"

"Meg, what are you talking about?" I grab the knife off the wall and put it in my pocket. She growls and goes to tackle me. I grab her and pin her up against the wall.

"Mister?" The little boy speaks up. "What's wrong with her? Did you come here to save us?"

"No he did not." A voice says from behind them. They whirl around and see EJ. They girl looks at his mask and starts bawling again. He looks over at me and sighs. "I'll take Meg. You handle these two."

I nod and he walks over and picks Meg up from the ground. She wimpers but doesn't resist. I sigh. Why'd she fight me and not him?

----------------------------------------Time Skip. Meg's POV---------------------------------------

"Sir, with all due respect, I would like to ask you something." I mumble, embarressed. After what happened in that house, I've decided that I have an idea.

"Ask away." Slenderman looks at me.

"Can I...." I stop. Then I take a breath of air and look straight at him. "Would it be possible for me to leave?"

"I..." He stops. "I... I think I could allow it."

"Alrig- Wait, for real?" I freeze. "I can?"

"Yes. But I have to give you something." He hands a crystal to me. "This can take you anywhere in the world. Even here. But it only will work for you."

"Wow, thanks." I pick up the crystal and it glows a bright orange in my hand. Then the glow fades away.

"I would appreciate if you come back once a month. Just so we can make sure you're still alive. Every.... 21? Yes, every 21, you either come back or I will send someone to check up on you."

"Got it! So... I can go back home?" I smile. Then stop. "Oh wait..."

"I have arranged a foster home to be provided for you, in case this ever happened." He nods. "Goodbye for now, Meg."

"Bye, sir." I pick up the crystal, hold it in my hand, and think home. An orange glow surronds me for a bit and then I feel my feet lift from the air. I close my eyes and feel the wind rush past me. Suddenly, my feet hit the ground and I open my eyes. A house, three stories tall, is before me. I grin and knock on the door.

"Hello?" A lady answers the door and I grin. She looks down at me and frowns. "Oh. You came today.... I wasn't exactly ready yet..." Then she plasters a fake smile on. I can tell from past experiences that it's obviously fake. "Come in, Madge!"

"It's Meg." I walk through the door.

"That's what I said."

And that's where I got where I am now. Yay me.

------------------------------------Author's Note---------------------------------------------

Bubbles: Hey guys! Well, we're where we started! Now the story will be in the present. That whole thing right back there, that was the past. Confused? Don't worry. I am too... Anywho. The rest of our fabulous story will be happening from the present from now on! Have a cupcake and keep dreaming, bros!

EDIT// That picture up there is a current picture of Meg. Hope you like it!


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