In the beginning there were three, a marble hornets inspired story.

In the beginning there were three, a marble hornets inspired story.

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First and foremost, this story is not for everyone. Trigger warning(s) Violence, self harm, suicide, guns, death, bulling, abuse, manipulation, cigarettes, smoking , scars Warning No plot armor & character descriptions have changed some. Strong language and possible romance This story is just after the events of marble hornets, however someone else was in the forest during this and the operator wants them for the beginnings of his collection. -cover art made by me :) some characters are completely original and some are based off of existing characters of marble hornet -ps probably only a few chapters but I plan on writing a few other stories and I'll probably just dump a few chapters at a time here, I'm still editing but needed to feel like I did something so I got this set up
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*Art on cover belongs to jumpingapples on Quotev* I shake out of fear and despair, watching as my captor knelt down in front of me. No one was around. No one but him. His gloved hand reaches out to me, gently caressing my cheek. The mask on his face hid all his emotions behind it. I flinch at his touch, my breathing becoming more ragged in a panicked manner. With a throat dry as the desert, I take a few deep breaths and muster up the courage to ask, "Wh-What do you want from me?". He releases a throaty chuckle which was slightly muffled by his mask. Inching closer to my face, he responds, "You."

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