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Chapter Four

[9:38pm   04/05/2022]

{BlankGamePlays is online}

Blank: Hey

{King of the Squirrels is online}

KOTS: Hello!

Blank: Oh! I didn’t think you would respond

KOTS: Why wouldn’t I?

Blank: Don’t know, just had a feeling. Not many people text me a few hours after seeing them.

KOTS: Your feelings must be pretty annoying then.

Blank: Hah. Yep.

KOTS: So, what you doing?

KOTS: Just curious

Blank: Talking to you

KOTS: Haha! Genuinely. What you up to?

Blank: Playing with a new toy.

KOTS: Ooooo! You get it yourself?

Blank: No, Dark got it for me.

KOTS: Really?! Dark never got me anything when he lived with us. >:(

Blank: I don’t even know why he got me anything.

KOTS: You're special?

Blank: Yeah, no. All I do is clean or cook around here. Sometimes cry.

KOTS: That’s not good.

Blank: You don’t cry at most things?

KOTS: No? Are you okay?

Blank: I need to go do something quick.

{BlankGamePlays is offline}

KOTS: Talk to you soon!

{King of the Squirrels is offline}

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Blank turned off the phone and stared at the room. The weighted pumpkin sat on his chest, slowly moving up and down with his breathing. The feeling of loneliness hit him like a truck. He moved his head to look down at the pumpkin. He smiled slightly and hugged it. The feeling of loneliness slowly became a feeling of warmth. He needed to get out of bed, yet felt little motivation to do so. He did however, force himself to sit up right at the least.

The only noise was his breathing and the sound of wind rushing in from the open window. His body didn’t require to breathe but it felt...strange not to. The toy fell off and hit an area of the bed. He grabbed it and gave it a strange look. He wanted to give it a name. Perhaps he could ask someone later. He got out of bed and did a short stretch before opening the door and going downstairs. He knew Dark and Anti didn’t sleep often so he didn’t even bother being subtle. Heading towards the kitchen, he could hear the sound of a sharpening knife.

Great, Anti was in the kitchen. Blank poked his head in to see what he suspected. Anti was sat on the counter, sharpening a knife that he definitely wasn’t supposed to have. Blank rolled his eyes and walked pass Anti. He tried his best to avoid eye contact with him as he walked to the pantry. He put his hand in and grabbed a bag of original chips. He shut the door and started to walk past when he heard Anti laugh at him. Blank sighed and looked at the very glitchy demon on the counter.

“Why are you still living here?” Anti asked, a smile on his face.

Confusion seemed to be clear on Blanks face.

Anti chuckled, “You claim to want to be seen as good yet you still live here? If you want to go back to your creator then be my guest but I don’t think he wants you there.”