So, Mr. Oscar is alive. I hear something in the bushes. Mr. Oscar came out of it. I climb down and try to trust him. It's like, half of me wants to trust him, but the other doesn't, aaaaggggghhhh.
He's all bloody. " Are you okay? I was being chase all night. " he tells me as he takes a gloves. " I took some gloves, and you look like you might need them. " says Mr. Oscar as he hands them to me. I accept them and thank him. As i put them on, i notice that his hand was made of wood.
" Ah, yes, my hand is covered by wood, i had an injury, and this is my way of protecting it, but i'm still made of flesh. " he informs me. I guess he knew i was staring, so i also guess i can trust him. " Alfred's the killer! " i tell him. " I see you have the keys!, lets get out of here. " says Mr. Oscar. So i guess that room wasn't his office.
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The Puppet Mansion
HorrorHi! My name is Shell. I just won a ticket to the puppet mansion! I'm one of the five lucky winners. I do not know why it's called the puppet mansion, they say it's because that the owner used to be a puppeteer, but besides that, if you like the pla...
