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"Y/N"
"Ragdoll"
2nd person POV
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You, Y/N, have heard about a haunted house in the old forest near your city and decided you would go check it out. So, you go into the dark, foggy forest where the light can't see hoping the haunted house is real. After walking in it for a few minutes, you realize you are lost now, so keep moving forward. Once you are deep in, you find a clearing with an old house that appears not to have been in use for years. "Huh, so the rumors are true. There is an abandoned house out here. Welp, time to check it out." Then from the corner of your eye, you see a figure limp into the building. "Hmmm, odd, who would live here?" you wonder aloud. You approach the house, and the door is slightly ajar. You, curious of what could live here, find the place slightly bloody but clean on the inside and well kept. "Hellooooooooo? Anybody here?" You call, and you hear something try to find in the house. Will you go hunt it down? Why not? you think, ready to find a stray cat or bear, hell, maybe a ghost. You go to where you heard the noise and find a man with stitches on his arms and neck like he was torn apart and put back together, kinda like a ragdoll. "Bitch, what the fuck happened to you? Never mind, this is your end punk."
"I beg to differ." The thing says calmly as if it wasn't just threatened in a raspy voice, the kind of raspy that says you have not talked in a long time. "Oh really?" you spit back, daring it to share the reason. "I'm already dead. Trying to kill me again would be pointless. Not to mention it would be quite boring for me." They got sass. you would think, making you want to kill it more, even if it can't die again. But at the same time, you feel the need to know how they died. "At least tell me your damned name, alright?" you demand, ready to cut him up with your f/c pocket knife. "Ragdoll," he says, and it feels like he is seeing your e/c eyes, even though he only has empty sockets where his eyes should be. "Alright Ragdoll, why are you here? And how the fuck did you die?" You question, wanting the answer to be quick and snappy. After all, you don't have all day. "Long or short explanation?" they ask you. "Make it quick." You answer ready for this to be done and over with. "I'm here because I would rather not be found, I commented su!c!de. Or, tried, at least." He explains, and you decide you better get home, for the sun is setting.
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END OF CHAPTER 1.
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