5 year old Jeremy had a wonderful life. His father was autistic and his mom was his favorite person. They didn't pay the bills, and in their life, if you didn't pay the bills, you'd die. Jere didn't know about this until a few weeks later.
[{~•°|❤*spongebob narrator voice* so much later that the old narrator left and they had to hire a new one..*❤|°•~}]
While Jeremy's parents were walking back home from their walk, Jeremy was riding the school bus. The parents unlocked the house and locked it behind them. Then an FBI agent shot them both and the agent left. Jeremy walked home and turned the knob but it was locked. So he knocked. no answer. He knocked some more, a bit louder this time. No answer. "DADDY!?" He called out. "PLEASE! MOM!? SOMEONE ANSWER!" Jere have up. His dog, Doggo,🐕 was in the backyard and Jere unlocked the gate and petted Doggo. The dog sniffed the air and whimpered. Doggo smelled death. "don't worry, we'll move out." Jere grabbed a cardboard box and put Doggo inside, Jere pushed the box forward and was on his way. " Maybe I'd live in grandma's house for a while." He thought. But he didn't know the way. ;-;" "never mind" he whispered. The dog whimpered and nuzzled jere's hand. Jere petted doggo.
(A/N- that was short;-;)
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Jeremy's origin(?)
FantasiOk, warning, blood hints and death scenes(?) Depression and sad parts. ~Enter if you dare~ ;3
