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You were the idea of perfection. (Y/N) (L/N), the girl who can do everything. You didn't want perfect. You wanted different. You didn't want to be this "you" that everyone made you out to be. That your parents made you to be. That you thought you had to be. And then a mysterious suit man came. And you met serial killers. And you became one. You're not so perfect anymore, are you?

"AHHHHH!" You screamed as you fell "THIS WAS A TERRIBLE IDEA!" You see light as you keep falling and soon find yourself being launched in the air. You thankfully grab onto a branch still holding onto the bag of items. You look down and gulp. "What now?" You growled looking for a way down to the dirt without falling back into the pit. There was no way back down other then falling into the pit again. WARNING- self harm, harsh language, gore and blood will be in this story!