Listen up! Michael’s Horror Land is a dangerous game. You need to help me warn everybody!
What does he think he's doing?
Is he crazy?
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What the heck?
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Why are you doing this?
Oh, don’t you remember? Your little friend group made my high school experience a living hell! None of you did nothing to stop it and just continued to do it. I pleaded for help, and you didn’t help me. This is the perfect way to seek my revenge.
I seen that the creator will be doing a live stream at 6 o’clock... I had an instinct that he is up to no good. I checked the time, and it was 5:30. I packed up my things quickly.
The room had red lights, and right across from the door on the other side of the room, there was a corkboard. It had pictures of people that I went to high school with and some sloppy handwriting, and I could barely read what it says. I figured that he is still live streaming because I can hear him talking in the room next to the one I was currently in.
Hello, yes, I need to report an incident.
I’m alright. Hey! I have an idea! You wanna play video games with me?
I shoved the gun out of his hand, and it flew across the room. Michael jumped on top of me, and we fell on the ground. Michael punched me multiple times on my right cheek, leaving my face bruised. Before he was about to hit me again, I caught his hand and pushed him back, making him fall on his back. I ran to take the gun into my hands and pulled the gun on him instead.
Actually, I don’t think you’ll be playing video games for a while.
Michael stood up and plunged himself toward me. I dropped the gun due to being caught off guard. He hit me again, and it caused me to fall. He kicked me in my ribs. I grabbed his right foot and pulled him, causing Michael stood up and plunged himself toward me. I dropped the gun due to being caught off guard. He hit me again, and it caused me to fall. He kicked me in my ribs. I grabbed his right foot and pulled him, causing him to fall. I stand up with the gun in my hand and shoot him in the heart.
I left Michael’s headquarters through the back door; therefore, the security guards didn't see me. I rushed to my car and drove off. I immediately notice all the people acting “normal” once again. The people seemed to be confused because they were asking each other what had happened.
We went inside and could smell the chicken soup lingering in the air, boiling over the stove. Noah and I set the dinner table while Opal was just letting the soup finish cooking for a few more minutes. I washed my hands, and I was glad things were back to normal...at least for a while.