3:45 PM, December 9th.
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"Huh. Well, that's weird." Samson said to himself, looking into the mirror at himself.
"Was this bruise... always here?" He added to his self-dialogue, looking at the bruised area on the bottom-left side of his torso, taking one last look at the bruise before walking away from the mirror to his couch.
When he finally got to his couch, he sat himself down onto it, letting out another sigh, closing his eyes and relaxing his body on the soft surface. God, he needed this.
It took him about 5 seconds to realize his phone was sitting on the coffee table a inches away from his couch, just begging him to give attention to it. And so, he did.
He scrolled through the basic apps at first.
Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest, stuff you would expect. All the notifications were empty.
But then he noticed his texting app had about 1 or 2 notifications on it.
All from one of his... acquaintances.
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Jay, 3:45 PM
hey Sam, are you alright?
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Samson, 3:46 PM
Yeah, I'm good.
What about you??
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Jay, 3:46
Doing good, thx for asking :D
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And then the conversation ended.
After that, Samson took in a deep breath, then let it out, putting the phone down about 3 seconds after.
God, this day was going to be long.
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General Fictioni have no idea what to put here other than the fact that this story was inspired by the FNAF book Into the Pit and uhh its a WIP so please bear with me here
