Bonita awoke this time, to the sound of her door creaking open. Hoodie stood there, still grasping the doorknob, confused as to how Bonita woke up.
"Thought you were Masky coming to freaking wake me up again. It's the same time he woke me up, roughly." She grumbled, getting out of her bed.
Hoodie didn't need to be told as he slowly backed out the door and shut the door behind him.
Again, Bonita dressed in the same hoodie, except this time she dressed in jeans. Because that would be a hell of a lot more durable.
After she had finished, she went to the same clearing to see Hoodie.
Hoodie was there, holding just a simple handgun. Well, two of them.
Handing one to Bonita, Hoodie began to speak.
"Since Slender assigned me to teach you long-range weapons, I'll teach you handguns. Their the easiest to carry and conceal and don't have much of a knockback when you fire them. It's easy to get a good grip and the cheapest because of their size. It's a great beginner weapon."
Bonita adjusted her grip on the gun, growing used to its small size. Inhaling, she practiced aiming with it, of course, not wasting a bullet.
"Okay, now I expect you to have at least thirty bulls-eye shots before you are done today. And no, I will not help you since we all have our own stances and such. I'll just be watching you." He shrugged, before backing off.
Bonita adjusted again, looking at the many targets around her. This was going to be a long, long day.
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Finally, after many hours, Bonita had gotten the final bulls-eye and was finally allowed to go back inside, leaving Hoodie to tear off the completely destroyed targets off the trees in the clearing.
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Born from the Ash
HorrorTHIS STORY IS ABOUT MY OWN OC --- Bonita Hamilton is a short 18-year-old girl with ginger hair. All throughout high school, she was made fun of for having her hair incredibly long, to where it reached her mid-back. She loves fire, and thats what mad...
