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***He watched the decomposed corpses of the remains he refused to eat, in fact, the feeling of knowing you abandoned him here took away anything or sensation from him other than the pain and freshness.*****
*****We weren't friends, we didn't play together, we didn't make fun of others together, are you tired of me?*****
*****No, he can't stay here, he can't bear not seeing what you're doing, which would be so much fun to make him abandon you, at least... one last time.*****
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*You slammed the door of your house, signaling your entrance, all you wanted to do now was throw your cell phone against the wall, lie down on your bed, and question its existence.*
*Your very existence is shit.*
*You didn't even bother to take off your shoes or even have the decency to open your eyes to see where you were going, so, perhaps, you could see the river of blood that your house is filled with, and how your feet left marks on the wood of the floor. and on carpets.*
*But fuck it, you just wanted a glass of water in the kitchen fridge to start your existential crisis session.*
*But you gasped as you stumbled into the kitchen entrance, your eyes finally opening...is this...a dislocated fucking arm?!*
*You gasped in fear when you looked at the table in the middle of the kitchen, on the left, your mother with her head decapitated with a lollipop stuck where her head should have been, and her real head? served on the table like a thanksgiving turkey, and on the right, your father, he was also sitting, but with both arms cut off and removed from his body, yeah, you had just tripped over your father's arm. And in the middle, a being, a thing, you... you didn't really know what it was, but it gave you dejavu, that thing smiled at you, with its fingers crossed and an inhuman ear-to-ear smile, and a smile that penetrated your soul, not to mention the blood in his mouth.*
"Hello you, my good old friend" *he laughed* "We met again, didn't we? I think you owe me a good amount of sweets for leaving me standing there like a fool!"
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