Once Apon a time, in a magical world like the world you live in, There was a box. It was no kind of OG box it was way more then OG it was magical. No one has knew that ever and doesn't know that.
Curious George looking boy named Johnny was riding his bike with his older brother. The went to a cliff. They wanted to do a sick ride down the cliff. Johnny's brother had a camera that was going to record them going down the cliff. It was 265 feet high and very dangerous. They brought their bikes up there and were ready to ride down. They were dropped off by their parents so it was far from home. Johnny watched his brother go down first. Under 10 seconds he saw him flip and he cracked his helmet and hit his head, rolling down the mountain he also got hit a couple times and died. Johnny didn't know but he went down next. Johnny came fast and got to the ground. Johnny said for his brother to get up but his brother was not answering. Then, Johnny had known his brother had died. Johnny didn't know what to do. He knew to call 911 but his brothers phone broke all the way.
Johnny tried to walk home while crying. He left his bike and it was taking so long and he wasn't even half way to home. It was getting dark so he tried looking for some shelter. Guess what he found....
He found.... THE MAGIC BOX!
