Me: Omg! Hi my beautiful readers (you are beautiful, promise)! I am SOOOOO sorry it took so long! I was having trouble writing this chapter because I am a caged child so I don't know what perviness is like LOL! But anyways here is Ren! She has something to say!
Ren: I asked you! PLEADED with you people! But four people had to say “PERVY! LET HIM BE PERVY!” So thank you Bloodcry, FiftyStates, jeffthekiller1914, and Zeldaplayer354! You just had to say it!
Me: Oh Ren, stop it; the people want comedy. So in turn! I MUST GIVE THEM COMEDY!
Ren: I have never loathed a person more than you Korey…
Me: Oh please, you know you can’t hate this face *smiles like an idiot*!
Jeff: Not even an elephant could love that face…
Me: Want to be yipping again Fido?
Jeff: *shakes head furiously*
Me: Good boy, here. Have a bone. *throws wishbone*
Ren: Where did you even get that?
Jeff: I wish I could just get out of here. *breaks bone with Ren* *bone turns to dust mid break* *-_-* Wow.
Me: Well my glorious prisoners, readers, and friends! I’m sure you hate this long, drawn out, beginning note so… ONTO THE CHAPTER!
Chapter 12
I trekked aimlessly through the darkening woods calling weakly to “the old man”. My feet were killing me, my mouth was dry, and I was all around irritable. I had been walking for three hours and calling to the man but he still hadn’t showed up. “SCP-106! Old Man! I need to talk to you!” No response. I’m never going to see Jeff again..., I thought sadly. The pain in my heart was growing with every minute I couldn’t see him. I felt a tear roll down my cheek as I thought of him.
“Well then, if I had known it were you calling; I would have come earlier,” a voice said cockily. I turned around only to see nothing there.
“106? Old Man? Is that you?”
“Well duh! Of course it is. And by the way, nice cloths; I bet they look better off than on.” I gave a disgusted look to the air and huffed. “Over here hun.” I turn to see a body slowly floating out of a pool of black goop. The ground around the goop seemed to burn as if the liquid was acid. I mentally gag as his torso emerges from the ground.
"What exactly are you," I ask as I see his pale skin. It was drenched in the same black fluid that he had come out of and was a sickly white. He gave a saw toothed grin. "Never mind. I don't want to know," I said after thinking the question over. He frowned at my words.
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Through the Eyes of a KIller
RomanceDiana, a normal girl until a person from her past does something he shouldn't have. Now she is back for vengeance. But... will that be what she gets? Or will she get something better?
