" DAD! I'm going outside," Ignifex yelled to his father. Zalgo didn't look up. He was slumped on his desk, having stayed up all night working on deals with mortals. On his way to the twisted tree, he thought of the night he met Jemme. How their family's hated each other, but how his father never mentioned it. It has been a month since that night. It's also been a month when his mother started completely ignoring him. One day he asked," Mom, do you have my brother in your tummy?" She nodded and rubbed her stomach, which was beginning to grow larger. He'd also over heard his mothers conversation with his father. She'd said that Ignifex was ready and that she was in the process of making another toy for him. Ignifex's thoughts were cut off when he reached the tree and saw Jemme crying on the rock. " Hey? What's wrong," he asked linking his fingers through hers. She looked up with bloodshot eyes," Mommy's making me move far away with her."
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SUICIDAL CHILDHOOD
ParanormalFor all of you creepypasta fans who are about to or have already read this story, it is about the innocence and adorableness ( I know that's not a word ;) ) of childhood love. Ever see those calendars with the two little children kissing and thinkin...
