The Game Played By Four

The Game Played By Four

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Trick-Or-Treaters Lock, Shock, and Barrel are older now, and far more violent... now with a taste for kidnapping, they do so often. But after Oogies death, there is no one to give the victims to, and they can't just release them. So they follow in Oogies footsteps. They play with others life's in a dangerous game. often ending in death, and not there own. Will you play? TRIGGER WARNING: BLOOD AND GORE KIDNAPING TORTURE ABUSE IF YOU ARE NOT FINE WITH THIS, DO NOT READ
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