Several years ago, a single seed was planted in the dry soil of Slender Woods. Most potatoes are grown from another potato. Unlike those other potatos, I have no direct family. I am only related by species to other potatoes. I have no siblings or parents.
I am not sure if there is something in the soil of the Slender Woods that could make me alive and animated. I have been trying to figure it out for years. My only conclusions are the blood or DNA from a killed human was in the soil, there is some type of magic in the woods, or Slenderman made me like this.
I dont talk to the others too often, but I know almost everything. I have eyes everywhere. I can see from every angle. Literally and figuratively, that is. I do have eyes that are quite annoying. They break though my clothing and get caught on trees, bushes, and sometimes animals. I do try and trim my eyes. They dont actually help me see, but I do keep a tab on everyone in the woods, that I know of.
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Just a Potato In Slender Woods
Non-FictionAn Autobiography by me. (update times may vary) This is about my life an my potato-ness.
