I came back 13 years later, both parents were dead, they died while I was gone. I remember walking in the old house that I grew up in. I had a job at the furniture place down the street. I had completely forgot about laughing jack and now i then just thought he was really imaginary. Not real. I looked around my room, I left for work about 30 mins later. I went to the bar on my way home and I met a girl although I can't remember her name, anyway I took her in my room and we talked for a while. But I killed her, and from then I liked killing and killed some of my other victims. I am thinking back, how I said we liked the same things.? Then you know what that has to mean right?
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sorry i forgot you
FanfictionIsaac Grossman had something a lot of kids had, an imaginary friend, but there was a differance, his friend was real and isaac learns don't do something you'll regret ( I own nothing)
