where is mom?
jonathan?
mike?
this isnt home. this is empty, cold, dark, but like home.
"will?! will, are you out here?"
i have to talk. he needs to know where i am.
8 years of silence,
thrown away.
"M-M-MIKE!" i scream. my voice has changed. its deeper, more raspy. it doesnt sound like when i was eight. when i was eight, it had a burst of energy to it. not anymore.
screech!
growl~
"h-hello?" i call nervously, looking around. thats not mike.
thats not real.
its not real
WAKE UP!
its not real, its fake, wake up, i need to wake up.
that has no face, but sharp teeth.
"MIKE! M-MOM! J-J-JONATHAN!"
i need mike.
im gonna die.
i need mike.
