You stumble upon a bio, where remains a simple boy there, whose hair seemed to be shaved on the side and having eyes that seem almost black, and having tanned skin that might deem him as a native american.

He slowly looked up at you, his blank look that appeared first soon turned into a smile that looked almost psychotic. "Why..hello there. What brings you here to my hell?" He asked in a sort of deep voice while brushing some of his hair out of his eyes.

As you go to speak, he simply raises his hand to stop you. "Now, I know you have questions..but I will only answer a few. So..ask wisely."

"What's your name?"

"Bry. Or Bryson if you want, but I prefer to be called Bry."

"What's your age?"

"I'm sixteen years of age, though it feels no different than fifteen."

"Are you a boy or girl?"

"...I know I got called a girl becaude of my hair, but for fucks sake stop-!" He stopped himself and calmed down before looking at you blankly. "I'm a guy."

"Why are you-?" You were cut off as the boy got up from the seat he was at, picking up a baseball bat that seemed to appear out of nowhere.

"I'm afraid you've reached your question limit..and I do believe it's time for you to leave. So farewell till next time!" He exclaimed in a cheery tone before dashing right at you.

What you saw was the bat, then darkness.

THE END.

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