he walk in a shroud of fog hidden in fear of his fate. he keeps walking, walking, walking. it feels like a life time he walks past a small park and keeps walking unaware of the piercing blood red eyes watching him. he keeps walking and walking and walking finally he sees his home well not really a home it never felt like home. he sees his home and then it fades into the fog again and again. then he goes into a full sprint to catch his runaway house he felt insane. he stops to catch his breath and sees a bench and sits down. so tired from walking and running. weakened he feels a small hand touch his leg he's frightened by it but doesn't run then a childs faint voice comes from through the fog don't be afraid I am a messager from MD you have two choices watch the story unfold or die the man said. I would rather die. the faint voice that he heard a few seconds ago sounded distorted warped with the slightest bit of sadness says are you sure. the man say yes in a timid voice. then another hand, and another, and another hundreds of hands grabbed him. the child's voice has become multiplied a thousand times coming from every direction and a mysterious man walks up to the man and says your choice. and the man very painfully morphs into a childs hand.
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