This Is Secret

Part One

AUTHORS NOTE: This is not during our time, this is from me learning experiences on my Role Play Map on Roblox. I'm not sponsoring them, I just like playing their game. This doesn't even have Technology yet people. Just for the ones who read this, you get five awesome stars. Thanks, and I know this isn't a creepy pasta book, but deal with it.

Day in the life of me, and my clan, well, shitty clan. Since I don't have any money, or have any real home, I just hang out in the forest, the animals keep me company, and no, I'm not mother natures daughter, that I know of. I'm just a kid who wanders in the forest, farther and farther away from my dreams and closer to the nightmares inside my head.

I wave as my '"parent" see's me. I said I don't have a home, but I think I supposed to call this a home. Clyde, a man, took care of me since I was a baby. He could never find a wife and always tried to get one. He's the type of guy who cares about everything, so, basically, the guy you don't know what to get on their birthday.

He couldn't get a wife because of his looks, mostly because he's short, and also, an elf. Sometimes I tease him, but mostly I keep it inside my head. A joke I'd say around winter is " You gonna go help Santa?" Because around winter, he's busy with the castle.

I'm not allowed to go to the castle, so I stay at home while he is a maid at a coffee cafe. Sure, you might think it's weird for an elf to work at a cafe, but, fuck you then, it's where he works, not lives.

He makes enough money to keep the house we live in clean and stuffed. I always stay here, in my room with an open window and moss with walls made of sticks, separating me from all the rest of the house. I have a closet, bed, door, and desk to put other crap on/in it.

Since we're practically in the middle of the forest, people don't come by and bring us stuff, or, bother us. That gives us time to spend in the sweet sounds of silence until a jerk shoots down a bird and starts screaming about their victory. Stupid mortals, don't even know how short a birds life is due to them.

Well, since my hole in the wall/ window is always there, animals come in and hide to avoid the hunters.  It doesn't bother me, and their used to coming in. We set up some food and water for them, and they all get along. Clyde sometimes goes out and finds the birds body before the hunters. We make a funeral for the poor animal and make sure it doesn't get hurt.

To not scare the animals, Clyde and I go picking for fruits and veggies to eat instead of killing off the animals. Their thankful for our actions of being vegetarian, and snuggle with us time to time when we're going to sleep. They just come in through the hole in the wall and come under our covers, doesn't scare us.

Well, I think I'm saying too much so, I'll stop and let you people rest your heads.

Well, another day done with her, still finding the name? I haven't put it in yet. Anyways, bye my peoples.