Weeping Mask ; A Creepypasta Story
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Disclaimer ;
This story contains excessive murder, blood, death. This also includes self-harm and other mental disorders. If you don't feel comfortable with any of these subjects please don't read this story.
This Character is not real and should not be treated as such.
The character Weeping Mask belongs to me. I don't mind him being shipped with others not in the story or the reader, making art of him, story Aus of him, etc. as long as you don't claim his character as your own.
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The boy smiled as he looked at his mother. She smiled back at him, she felt sad for him. He could have so much more than she provided for him. They lived in a tiny, dirty home. They didn't have many luxuries. No electricity or electronics were owned. They barely had food and water on a daily basis. She suddenly started crying as she cupped her son's cheeks. The boy's smiled faded.
"Mommy, why are you crying?" The boy would ask.
"Nothing, Aaron. Mommy's fine." The Mother would reply.
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