Harold lie in the sand. he was in to much in pain to move, plus the sand was soft.
He felt like he could lie there forever, the air smelled sweet like honeysuckle.
After laying there for awhile, Harold decided he needed to move,
he slowly began trying to stand, his head had a big gash in it. He looked around now standing, he was on a beach, it was beautiful there, in the distance he saw something in the water, but he couldn't make it out, maybe a small boat?
Harold realized this place looked familiar. Harold decided to wash his wound in the water, he was shocked to find that the wound instantly healed him, at full strength he turned and rushed into the forest behind him.
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The Book Of Harold
Fanfiction"Harold rushed downstairs, he didn't see his mom anywhere. The whole place was ransacked lamps, plant pots, dishes, everything was either broken or on the floor." (find out what happens) Based off of harold and the purple crayon ft undertale battle...
