(Warning : Gore)
"H--Hell..o?"
"I-Is there anyone around here?"
Square.
From A to Z - zero to nine to infinite.
"Ah! H-h-hey! You! you over there! Wait!! Help me!"
...Repeat the word Repeat the word Repeat the word,
Erring sound humming in her dream still.
"Eh? Hello?"
Turquoise become the colour of hatred... Replacement-
...?
"God, I thought I will be alone in here forever... glad I found-!?"
...Con-joint...ed.
Tune and perfume - still remember its bitter taste of medicine...!
"W--what are you doing ?"
...A copy! of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy...! Our (mumbled/senseless words) cease to be, never known! *a sound of something gently creaking, coming from inside his palm...*
Vocalized...!!
"Wait a sec-" **CRACK!**
--- 3:00 A.M.
R--------ing!
"*Flinch!* Huh!?"
the sound of ringing phone awake Harunasha from slumbering 'nightmare', it still nighttime and it isn't the clock that alarmed. 'cause if it were, those children in-his-care, which slept in another room beside his on the second floor, should have been wake up by now...
But why in the middle of the night...? Does his Teacher have 'something' to tell him?
Wait. "That ring tone...it isn't Teacher's...? that's weird."
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Creepypasta Story : Disastrous Quartet #05 Arc - One Hell of A Babysitter
Action"Sometime a job of babysitter-in-chance COULD BE harder then what I [bargained] for...especially whenever or not I'll get a raise AFTER all these brawls with those punks..." - DQ #05 "Harunasha" === "บางครั้งรับจ้างเป็นพี่เลี้ยงเด็กมันหินกว่าที่...