Unpredictable

Chapter 2

( disclaimer dis-bloody-claimer)
I don't own guys that are already owned and made by others that are significant people or creepypastas. That's all yours. But what's mine is Kuerite. So yeah. Mine. :-)  KKK KKK? Good.)

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It was somewhat of a drag, after waving goodbye to the two who'd chased me around. Now that I think about it. They fell for something so damn simple.
Sitting on the city bus gave me time to think about where I wanted to go. Some might say as far away as possible, but. Thats predictable.
My choice ended up being a area that bushes up to a forest nearby, and all of the homes near it just kinda sat there like the elephant in the room. The oddball. The houses didn't beling there and every time I came o this place I just felt like they never belonged. But hey, everyone's got to have a place to live right.
Uh huh.
That's a complete load.
I could feel my mind drift back to the box I found earlier, that I stuffed into my bag.
My thoughts started to become excited again, because I was curious. My eyes went up to some clouds overhead, and I could smell rain in the air.
I'd found one of my favorite places that no one really knew about. It was just on the forest's edge, you had to crawl in through a tiny gap in the trees that seemed to meld together over who knows how many years.
After I found a place inside that to sit that wasn't going to poke me in the keister with pine needles, I'd dragged back into the tree hole my backpack and the guy's lunch box I stole, immediately unzipping it.
I was really lucky today.
This didn't look packed for one, so it was a double loss.
Two cans of pop, two sandwiches, a couple small bags of chips.
Yey.
But. I saw a cellphone, and got worried staring at that shiny black screen. Suddenly, it came to life, and I in shock ended up throwing it into the road that wasn't too far away. I watched it bonce once, then skid into a sewage drain.
Which actually made me feel luckier.
Everyone knows cell phones can be tracked, by the time they find it, it will look like it went through a cows butt.
Don't ask me how I know what that looks like.
My attention turned to the wooden box is grabbed, and something I didn't have time to notice before. I came to realize that this box, it was sealed with something black, which after I scratched at it a few times, came to the realization that it was wax. Black candle wax?
These adults get into some weird shit.
I searched around, looking for something to use to pry it open, and finally spotted something in the lunch box. It was a fork, and it was somewhat dirty.
Guess someone didn't wanna clean up.
I giggled briefly at the thought of adults not doing adult things.
I'd chipped at it for a good ten minutes, a scraping and scratching I'd paused, grabbed a sandwhich and threw away the ziploc bag for now.
Ugh... tuna sandwhich.
Why.
I didn't even look to see if any one was out there, just picked a tiny hole through the tree cover and threw it out. I'd heard it splatter on something, but.
Hey, I wasn't expecting to attract a doggy.
Er.
Doggy?
I came to realize, I'd thrown it into the forest, and well.
I watched as a black snout pushed it's nose into the hole.
"Huh?"
"Wwwoorrrrd? " -cough-
Eh.. it talked?
"Eeeeh??"
The snout pushed in further, until I could see it. It was kind of a dog.
It was dark freakin red. And black. And my favorite colors.
I noticed bits of tuna sandwich on the dog's head and knew I beaned him in the noggin with it.
"Oops. Sorry doggy."
"Wurd."
The strange dog let out a hacking cough that caused it to show the sides of its face, showing a smile that went back to its molars. I knew it wasn't normal. I felt bad, who'd mistreat a dog? Dogs can already smile, they don't need help.
I tossed it a price of a sandwich I had, the second one. It caught it in its mouth, looking like it wanted to come in to my little place.
But as it finished, it let loose a low whine, as its eyes locked with something strange, its pupils went large, to tiny. I saw its reaction, and followed its gaze. It was staring at the weird box I found. I heard the trees violently rustle, then when I looked back, the red dog was gone.
I looked back at the box again, shrugging and while I ate the one sandwich, I continued to work on the box I found.
It took me some time, but it finally lid finally cracked, causing me to cringe. I feared I had broke it somehow, but it picked it up awkwardly, turning it.
No damage, so it must have been because it's old.
The box itself is about the size of a shoebox, but nothing like it.
Maybe someone stored vintage shoes in it? I'd wondered if that too was the case.
My small cold hands reached out to the box, and, well.
"OUCH!"
I had no idea that the box as literally this rough around the edges.
I hate pointy, prickly things.
So.
You can imagine my reaction when I get a sliver from the stupid box, that I'm not happy.
I'd almost began to cry then.
Hell,it hurt to the point where I could feel my finger throb.
I glared through threatening tears, kicking the box slightly,scared and angry.
I may be mature for my age.
But I'm still a kid.
A clink of something metallic caught my attention as soon as I'd kicked the box, causing my mind to go nuts with all kinds of ideas of what's in the weird box.
What's in the weird box, with all its wierd marks and wax in black.
Wait.
Markings?