As the sun began to set, young Poop began to prepare for his escape. Taking a small pouch filled with coins and a small bundle of food from the kitchen. He decided to wear a cloak from his almost empty closet and the youth silently tiptoed towards the window near his bed. The window had beautiful, vibrant silk curtains that had golden trims, it had a very simple yet mesmerizing design. Poop gently pushed the window open, flinching at the sudden creak noise the window made.
'I hope no one heard that...' The boy thought. If someone did, he'd be a goner.
Young Poop then went over to his bed and slowly dropped to his knees, then his elbows. He reached under his bed and a long thicc rope appeared in his small, pale hands for plot convenience and was totally there and was 100% mentioned at least once by the authors in the previous chapterssjhabtvqhsjoqlmahqhshjajxjybbanhzkqooa.
The young boy stood up from his position and took large steps while sneaking back to the window with the rope in hand.
He suddenly halted in his steps and realized something.
'If I tie the rope to something, they will be able to know I escaped through here...'
A/N: it's was like 3am when I wrote this and I don't have the motivation to continue nhiedcyubwenihernhievrnhierihercnhkednihcwhid c hidw
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