Wootmoo's POV.
I walked outside of Twinkle's den. I found a window and climbed it. I found Twinkle sleeping on her bed. I really didn't want to but they made me. I got on topmof her and coverd her mouth. Her eyes flung open and saw me. She tried to kick me and get me off her but nothing worked. I placed the knife on her neck and watched tears streamed down her cheeks. I leaned in her ear and said, "Im sorry. You made me." And slit her throught. She stopped breathing and died. Tears streamed down my cheeks as blodd splled everywhere. "Im sorry." "I didn't want to." "But you made me." I said and hopped of her window and into the darkness.
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Dark Wootmoo
SpiritualNo ones is safe. No one is gonna make it. Everyone will sufffer. They will die. --------------------- He is alone. He is broken. He is unwanted. He is forgotten. Not anymore. "I'm sorry. You made me."
