Doll House: Sneak towards to get your wallet
From Create Your Own Story
- This is where it gets mature***
You remember a saying your father Bob had always told you; 'Fortune favors the bold'. Besides what's the point of backing off? It is your wallet. You begin to walk towards him again slowly, being careful to not make any sudden moves. The man showed no evidence of reacting, so you quickly dart out and grab your wallet. You can feel the cool leather brush against your fingertips. Suddenly you feel searing hot pain burn across your chest. You stop your movements, feeling something surge from the bottom of your throat. You start coughing into your hand, seeing blood. Your blood. You look down at your abdomen to see a large gapping wound with blood pulsing out in time with your slowing heart beats. Looking up you see the man who stole your wallet standing over you, but it wasn't him or at least not what he used to look like. For a moment he looked better. Like all the regrets he had were fixed. It felt like a bullet was shot through your head, pain searing in the back of your skull. You hear a melody play.
"Stich, darling come help mommy. Get your brother too, I know he loves helping us fix all the people Daddy saved."
What? This makes no sense. You look up again to see the once beautiful man horribly disfigured, bleeding more than you. His eyes ripped out of his sockets leaving empty holes, limbs were missing, looking like they had been sawed off; scratches too neat to have been anything but a knife, bones poked out of him in various, impossible angles, you were unable to deny it, he was dead but there was no decaying flesh. He was still for a moment before lashing out. If the others from the bus heard your screams they made no effort to try and help you. His voice was raspy and sounded choked. That made sense because you could see his vocal cord ripped out of his throat and was swinging around in circles. It would have been funny if it wasn't so gruesome nor if he wasn't doing the same thing to you. His nails sharper then possible, his eyes now glowing a faint blue. You watched in awe as he dispersed into thin air and then reappeared behind you. You could do nothing but choke on your own blood as he tortured you to death. In your final moments you remember something;
"Fortune favors the bold? Pah! Fortune favors the strong and intelligent. Never cross a man whom could easily defeat you my boy." Your father said. But that isn't Bob, you thought. How can that man be my father. "How do you know who could easily defeat you? You asked your father. "Ah, that one I learned the hard way." he mused. "You don't, you can't overestimate nor can you underestimate it's a gamble son, and that why it's fun."
You die with a smile on your face and a fond memory in your heart.
Bad Ending #1
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