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Gloomy days

Short Story

A story of gloom sans. This story is vary depressing,and may trigger something in people that have been trough some of the same events.

Gloom

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by Sans-The-Gloomster

by Sans-The-Gloomster

I walked trough the lab,looking to see if Mr.Nightmare was home or had left to talk to Mr.ink or Mr.Error. He said I was not able to leave my room,but I had to see if he was home just so I could try and escape. If he saw me I might kill me,Mr.Ink rarely visited when he was around, But I enjoyed his company. He helped me with my problems. I walked faster,saying in a soft voice "h-hello?" I froze for I second. Listening, All I heard was my voice echo back, I sighed in relief, walking over to his study,"it seems he's been studying my sleep loss." This is strange..dose he have cameras watching me..? I groaned. I don't like the thought of being watched 24/7 I looked into his notebook for a second before hearing a knock at the door,I ran to my room as fast as I could thinking it was Mr.Nightmare, The door opened..footsteps.. °TO BE CONTINUED°