"Good news honey bun." I looked at him twitching. "you get to be the first one to enter the Saint Louisa asylum." My eyes widened. "For killing Louisa herself," he chuckled. (Chapter 3) I sat up in my usual position facing the door like usual. I listen to the clock as it's sound bounced off the walls eerily. Tick, tock, tick, tock. Is it possible that somehow, tick, tock, In such a short period of time, Tick, tock, I've found trust in some one, Tick, tock For the first time in nine years. And that someone just happened to be a famous killer who goes by the name of Jeff the Killer. I was yet to know what Creepypastas were and yet to know that one day I would be free. I would be away from the damn place they kept me. I would be away from the insanity machines they call clocks. I would be a canibal but not because I would no longer be human. I would be a killer. I would end up meeting some of the most real people I've ever met. Even if they were nothing but creatures. I would be free. I would see the outside world for the first time in nine years. After nine and a half long years I would finally see the outside world again. I would be free, I would feel the wind in my hair, I wouldn't be restrained. No more chains yet I would still have the bittersweet memory from the metal shackle collar that can't be removed and of course my changes from the experiments. ... Little did I know but me, number one, would one day escape the Saint Louisa asylum along with Jeff, number two, oh, oh, three, five, seven. (Two hundred thousand three hundred and fifty seven) (Chapter two) Creepy pasta characters belong to their creators. Original idea belongs to me. The truth comes silently, doesn't it? (All rights reserved)
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