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"Well, we were the omen of bad luck basically. So we traveled from place to place till she went insane and built a portal to here. I followed her through it, and she ended up dying here. Thank God I had this purse, or I'd be dead as well!"

(Bye!)

 

John sighs.

"Now, let me think... This all begins waaaaay back when. I lived in Bristol, England. And, frankly, my parents... Hated me. They never warmed up to me, I suppose. Sometimes they would let me sleep inside... I got well acquainted with the spiders."

He chuckles softly.

"And I had a brother, named Will. I've told you about him, haven't I? He always tried to cheer me up, to play with me. But my parents disagreed. 'No.' They would say. 'Don't play with him. You're wasting your time.' It seemed like they were trying to make my life miserable, but my brother always helped me out. I never went to school. They chained me to the house like a dog. But I always got a warm welcome from my brother when he got home, and he would teach me while my parents were away."

He looks at the ground, lost in thought.

"And life went on like this, until that faithful day... My eighth birthday, in fact."

(Also back!)

John nods.

"It was my birthday, but my parents didn't remember. They couldn't care less, honestly. But my brother was so excited for me! When he got home, he shouted 'Happy Birthday!' He unhooked my chain, and led me inside carrying a box. When we got inside, he sat himself down at the kitchen table and opened the box. Inside was a cake that he bought straight out of his own pocket."

John sighs with satisfaction, as if remembering clearly how the cake tasted.

"One of the best cakes I ever had in my life. I was scarfing down the cake when the door slammed open, and my parents walked through. They had seen I was no longer on my chain, and when they saw me eating cake, they flew into a flying rage. My father held Will by the shoulder. 'What did we tell you about talking to him, Will?' He slowly led my brother upstairs, and looked at me, as if to say sorry, as my mother beat me. My father pushed Will's head forward, so he couldn't see me. 'Don't look at him, son. He might taint you.'

John chuckled again.

"Taint me, huh? I guess that's what they thought of me. A disease. I was kicked out of the house, literally. It was raining outside, really heavily. My mother put my chain back on, and I sat there for hours. Until sunset, and the sky blackened. My parents had done it. They broke me. I couldn't take it anymore."

John's voice begins to grow aggravated.

"I couldn't let them do it anymore! I needed to find a way out of it, away from them. I lied there in the rain, trying to figure out a way, but I simply couldn't. I dozed off that night, just barely. And that was when I found the letter."

He reaches into his pocket, and takes out a folded piece of paper. On it, it says "We can help you make them regret it." And on the bottom, it is signed in blood: Jack.

 

(Welcome back, Kooez! We're sharing campfire stories! Wooooo!)

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