*WARNING*

THIS SHORT STORY WILL CONTAIN VIOLENCE, MURDER, STRONG LANGUAGE AND IS NOT SUITABLE FOR ANY CHILDREN. THIS IS A FANFICTION STORY BASED OFF A CREEPYPASTA CHARACTER THAT I HAVE CREATED AND OWN. THE PICTURE/IMAGE USED FOR THE STORY, I OWN. THE PICTURE IS MY OWN ART THAT I HAVE CREATED OF MY CHARACTER AND ALL OWNERSHIP TO THE CREATION OF THE IMAGE AND 'Andro' GOES TO ME. I DO NOT OWN CREEPYPASTA IN GENERAL.

Please enjoy, and you have been warned.

You sat there in a metal chair at a table. The small room was actually brightly lit. It was one of those rooms you would find on police TV show. Small, brightly lit, a tinted window you couldn't see through, a single door, and a table in the middle of the room with chairs surrounding it. Your shaky form held a mirror in your hand. Surprisingly, with your shakiness, you managed to keep a good grip on the mirror.

Your reflection in the mirror wasn't rather shocking, more horrid. A deep gash on the right side of your face that started at the cheek down to the jaw line, was now stitched. The skin around the terrible cut was an angry, red color from irritation. Your hair was a mess, knotted, tangled, some dirt here and there. Your clothing is torn and tattered. The bottom hem of your shirt was almost completely gone now. The holes in your pants was ripped beyond repair.

You observed your once flawless skin, now beaten and abused. Bruises were littered every where, with occasional cuts and scraps. Surprisingly no broken bones, but a sprung wrist. Some cuts weren't that bad, some required stitches, but the one on your face was the worst.

You inhaled and exhaled the breath of air out as a sigh at your reflection. You almost didn't look like yourself. The dirt, damaged, hair, and clothing all made you look like someone else. Someone you didn't want to be. Everything that had happened, you would give anything to change. After one last good look at your reflection, you slowly laid the mirror down on the table so you wouldn't break it.

You looked up to meet the eyes of the sheriff of the police department. The old man was bald on the top of his head, white hair surrounding it. His beard and mustache was now a complete white as well. He pushed his glasses back up on his long nose before sliding two pictures in front of you. You looked up, not wanting to look at them so suddenly. As you took notice of the police men behind the old sheriff.

You finally built up the courage to look at the pictures, but regretting it soon afterwards. The pictures were two mangled bodies that were so distorted and horrendous, that you could no longer tell who the owners of these lifeless bodies were. But you knew who they were.

The tears began to swell in your eyes, but you were determine to not let them fall. You had to be stronger than that, not here, not now. You looked to your left, finding the white wall of some sort of interest just to try to clear your mind. Memories were flooding back through your mind of the scenario that just happened not too long ago.

It was all your fault, you left them. You didn't save them. You just worried about yourself, and now two of the most important people in your life was gone. You felt a pair of hands rest softly on your shoulders like how a person would handle a fragile toy that could break on impact at a touch. You looked up to meet the sympathetic face of a young African-American woman. She smiled down at you like she was she trying to telepathically tell you everything will be okay.

You looked down at the pictures once more. Both victims had 'Andro' written across their foreheads in blood. A tear managed to slip away as the salty water slipped its way down your face causing a small burn on your cut. You reached up and softly and slowly slid the pads of your finger tips across the stitched wound. You heard the sheriff in front of you make an attempt to clear his throat in a way to catch your attention.

"Listen, I know everything had happened is hard to take in and everything seems surreal, but you have to tell us every detail on what happened. We had been trying for months on trying to find info about this 'Andro' person. Whatever you tell us about him, or her, will help us on this case of catching them. Please, for the sake of others lives." The sheriff practically begged you for the information you knew.

"There's no way of stopping.. that, that thing!" You said your voice barely audible above a whisper. You looked at the sheriff as the two of you made eye contact.

"We are going to try our best to, nothing is impossible until you try it. You are the only one who has survived from Andro's attack. Now please, help us." The sheriff urged more.

"Okay, but I am not responsible for any other deaths. Let my story be nothing but a warning." You gave in to his urges and begging.