It was yet another day of your life, same routine. Wake up. Brush teeth. Go to (School/Work). Repeat. You wished for adventure, for something to show you that you were making a difference in the world. You longed to be a part of something. Something grand, enjoyable, strange even; as long as it was something new. As you were brushing your teeth you heard something fall, causing you to jump thinking something was in the house, you spit out the now flat and flavorless toothpaste, and rinsed. You slowly slipped out of your room and made your way to the living space. You saw a vase on the floor. "Strange," you mumbled as you proceeded throughout the various doorways. You were aware someone was there, so you had called (Emergency Hotline Number). You picked up a knife off the chopping block and proceeded through the rooms. The phone was ringing, but then stopped; "Frick," you mumbled; you had forgot to renew your service. You still held the phone though, just in case you needed something to throw. (A/N Honestly Me) You slightly swayed while walking through the desolate house. Wringing your hands and in the process slightly cutting your pinky. You (Winced/Shrugged/Stuck It In Your Mouth) but not giving it a second thought.
(A/N 217 words next part Masky will be introduced.)
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Creepypasta Oneshots
FanfictionWhat the title says. I remembered to put a title right??? This one won't be updated nearly ever but that is because I am putting more thought in this story then most others.
