Our Reality  ( After The Haunted FF~EDITING)

Our Reality ( After The Haunted FF~EDITING)

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"But I have a plan. In the event that my powers, or the darkness inside my head, were to ever attempt to take what little control I had, what was left in my humanity would be ejected from my body and into the closest living thing. Whether it be another human being, a snake, or an enderman, my humanity would latch onto the creature, and become a part of it. Whatever is left of this conscious will be transferred to this new body, this new person it would create. And hopefully, they will be able to succeed where I could not. I pray this new being will be able to protect my brother from harm, and from what I am soon to become. Like I, the worst brother ever, in the history of the planet, could not. 'Cause next time, these eyes see him, I will no longer be Collin, brother of Armen, proud son under the captain of the guard, this body will be Herobrine, murderer of loved ones and destroyer of life. I wish you the best of luck, my humanity." I do not own The Haunted or Minecraft. Book cover belongs to SuspendedInSpace.
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  • -Unhealthy Obsession-

You had been attending the same school for over 15 years, obviously because you were born in the small town in North Carolina. You were living a pretty normal life, till all of the abductions started happening in 1977. But lets go back a bit. Lets go back to the year 1976. You had been on a night shift on November 18th, 1976. There were many more people than your previous shift. Really the only people there were dropouts, druggies, drug dealers, freaks, and alcoholics. All around the ages 14-22. Everybody was pretty chill with eachother, except for a few people, but that was just the minority. You had been zoned out while staring at the clock, then suddenly heard a DING! Some kid wanted to buy some cigarettes again. You looked at him and he said "Jesus kid, you in a mental insitute or something? Snap out of it." you ringed him up after he asked you for a pack of camels, and then looked at a familiar guy playing pinball. The same blonde that got over 100,000 his last time he came. Everybody started hyping him up, so he's trying to beat 100,000. You remember the mess you had to clean up after some kid accidently knocked over a bunch of beer. You like to not think about how it ruined your favorite pair of shoes. He messed up again, and kicked the machine. You yelled out to him "That thing costs money you know." then he looked at you. His face almost looked angelic. But he had been the jerk of your highschool, so he couldn't be that angelic. He looked away and picked at his pockets. He pulled out nothing. He started walking up to you and started asking for a dime. "Come on, I feed you guys this money all the damn time. Plus you will just get it back." "Then maybe don't waste all your money on pinball. We've gained around $200 with you coming here almost everyday. Thanks for that." and then you smiled while picking up your book. He looked at you in anger, then you looked back up at him. He looked like he was in a bad mood. "Here's a dime." you said handing him a dime.

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