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A/N: Half of this story is true, half of it isn't. Yes, this is a self- insertion fic. But I don't come in 'till the end. You just read the beginning of the story now. Go go!
The Paper Room
Kenny was in a room. A big, circular room, with papers on the wall. Every square inch of wall was covered in white papers with writing on them. Kenny decided to sit in the middle of the room and wait to die, because that's how most of his dreams ended anyway.
He thought he could hear voices
("Hi, my name is Julia.")
in the distance.
Kenny listened closer.
Yes, he could hear voices
("God damn you Kenny.")
in the distance.
Kenny didn't have his parka on, which was weird because even in dreams he had it on. He was getting bored, sitting there listening to Quietus type about him.
He picked up the nearest piece of paper and read:
Frodo made his way steadily up the mountain, the ring dangling across his hobbit chest.
That's all it said. Kenny felt tired; he lay down in a pile of paper on the floor and fell asleep inside his own dream.
A/N: I was gonna write more, but I have decided to keep these chapters short. Thank you for reading the first part of my twisted SP story.
A/N: Half of this story is true, half of it isn't. Yes, this is a self- insertion fic. But I don't come in 'till the end. You just read the beginning of the story now. Go go!
The Paper Room
Kenny was in a room. A big, circular room, with papers on the wall. Every square inch of wall was covered in white papers with writing on them. Kenny decided to sit in the middle of the room and wait to die, because that's how most of his dreams ended anyway.
He thought he could hear voices
("Hi, my name is Julia.")
in the distance.
Kenny listened closer.
Yes, he could hear voices
("God damn you Kenny.")
in the distance.
Kenny didn't have his parka on, which was weird because even in dreams he had it on. He was getting bored, sitting there listening to Quietus type about him.
He picked up the nearest piece of paper and read:
Frodo made his way steadily up the mountain, the ring dangling across his hobbit chest.
That's all it said. Kenny felt tired; he lay down in a pile of paper on the floor and fell asleep inside his own dream.
A/N: I was gonna write more, but I have decided to keep these chapters short. Thank you for reading the first part of my twisted SP story.