But it was all no use, you squeezed your eyes shut, ready to meet a horrid demise, tears forming at the sides of yours cheeks. Footsteps began to draw closer and closer to the cabinet that your were currently trying to squish even farther into the mass of fur coats that had been left behind by the previous owners. Beads of sweat began to roll down the side of your head, you practically had to cover your mouth to prevent any sound for escaping.
That thing was there, in the room, right outside of the safety of your cabinet. The door slammed shut and your breathing stopped right along with your heart. You spent a long time thinking about this before the sound of deep breathing entered the room. THING the only thing you can say is that Takuro is luck that's he's cute.
It's not like you actually believed in monsters, Takuro had just pulled you along saying in his usual care-free tone "Oh come on, (name)! You're just as bad as Hiroshi! Would it kill ya' to have a little fun for once?" Because of that you had reluctantly decided to tag along. You sat in one of the many old rooms of the very old house, the attic to be exact, inside of a small cabinet, brooding over the fact that your friends had dragged you all the way out to this creepy old mansion that's not to mention IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCK MOTHERING WOODS to see if there really was a monster there.
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