Hey! Sorry about those really short chapters. They'll be longer now.
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Dad: yeah, he needs something to help him get over that freak ping-pong accident.
Mom: look! This one is limited edition! And it looks so cute!
Dad: yeah, let's get it for our Timothy!
Dun dun dun!!!
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(Back at mom and dad's home)
Mom: oh, Timmy!
A paranoid boy comes out. He is seven years old, has blonde hair, and pale skin. He spends most of his life hiding from the terrors inside his own mind.
Timmy: what?
Dad: we've been thinking. You need to have a healthier life than you lead now.
Mom; you're always scared.
Dad: se we bought you this toy!
Timmy: um, thanks. It looks. nice.
Mom: you're welcome, son.
Timmy opens the toy
GIR: where's the cupcakes????
Timmy: AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! It talked! It talked! It really did.
Mom: don't worry, it's an advanced toy.
Timmy: it's a scary toy!
Mom: Just play with it. It's all in your head.
Timmy: okay. Hey, I guess you're not so bad, are you? In fact, you look kinda fun!
Timmy starts playing with the toy.
GIR: I'm bored. Can I go home now?
Timmy: It talked! It talked again! The evil toy haunts me! It's trying to kill me!!!!!!!
Timmy runs around insanley. Gir runs around too, because he's bored.
Timmy: ahhh!!!!!!!!!!!!! It moved! It's ALIVE!!!!!!!!
Timmy runs upstairs and hides in bed for a nap. He usually goes to bed, as this is the only way he can escape his fears.
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later that night, he hears a crinkiling soud. It gets louder.louder. LOUDER. Louder.LOUDER.
Timmy: it's the toy of terror! I can't look. I must go back to sleep!
To be continued.
There. That was a bit longer. I don't want to make it too long, as the story is almost over.
***
Dad: yeah, he needs something to help him get over that freak ping-pong accident.
Mom: look! This one is limited edition! And it looks so cute!
Dad: yeah, let's get it for our Timothy!
Dun dun dun!!!
***
(Back at mom and dad's home)
Mom: oh, Timmy!
A paranoid boy comes out. He is seven years old, has blonde hair, and pale skin. He spends most of his life hiding from the terrors inside his own mind.
Timmy: what?
Dad: we've been thinking. You need to have a healthier life than you lead now.
Mom; you're always scared.
Dad: se we bought you this toy!
Timmy: um, thanks. It looks. nice.
Mom: you're welcome, son.
Timmy opens the toy
GIR: where's the cupcakes????
Timmy: AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! It talked! It talked! It really did.
Mom: don't worry, it's an advanced toy.
Timmy: it's a scary toy!
Mom: Just play with it. It's all in your head.
Timmy: okay. Hey, I guess you're not so bad, are you? In fact, you look kinda fun!
Timmy starts playing with the toy.
GIR: I'm bored. Can I go home now?
Timmy: It talked! It talked again! The evil toy haunts me! It's trying to kill me!!!!!!!
Timmy runs around insanley. Gir runs around too, because he's bored.
Timmy: ahhh!!!!!!!!!!!!! It moved! It's ALIVE!!!!!!!!
Timmy runs upstairs and hides in bed for a nap. He usually goes to bed, as this is the only way he can escape his fears.
***
later that night, he hears a crinkiling soud. It gets louder.louder. LOUDER. Louder.LOUDER.
Timmy: it's the toy of terror! I can't look. I must go back to sleep!
To be continued.
There. That was a bit longer. I don't want to make it too long, as the story is almost over.
