An ordinary girl named Kendra was having a normal day until she stumbled into a abandoned hut while walking from school and in the house she found a strange looking door and out of curiosity opened to be teleported to a wonder land of disfigured creeps an chaos

Art is my life without it I would be nothing. I love it because their is so many ways to create art some may use a paint brush or oil pastels. But my tool is special and I have a unique way of doing my art. As my knife a waits and so does my next victim. After all It does run in my family. The art of death is my favorite way of creating my hearts masterpieces. *********warning may be disturbing to readers ************ Includes *mental pictures* *language* *gore* *lastly a bunch of crazy messed up ideas* ****TRIGGER WARNING**** Enjoy!

A little boy. A little boy that isn't supposed to be little. A little boy that can't be a little. A boy that can never be little again. "I never wanted to understand what it meant." -Charlie, The Perks of Being a Wallflower