A/N: Contains Nudity, but nothing sexual.
It was 1970, Luna Popped out of the paper. Her creator had Left the room, and made a grave mistake. He left his pocket knife. Luna fidgeted with the pocket knife, and was drawn to in.
No, not to it.
Drawn FOR it.
Luna quickly found her creator…
And Slashed his neck. She felt a rush of Adrenaline and gleefully squealed. Then Regret Washed over her as she realised what she had done. She was split, Did SHe like it or hate it? No matter, she killed a man. SHE killed a man. She didn't want to face that for the time being. She needed something to wear. She scanned around, and saw a blue hoodie and beanie.
"Must be one of those hip hop nuts," she muttered.
She Donned the outfit and exited the backdoor. She knew if they found her through the front, they would lock her away. God knows where. The first order of business, find a place to live.