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He stepped through the squeaky door and onto the creaking wooden floor.  Searching from room to room, passing ink splatters aken to splatters of freshly spild blood.

What happened here?
Why is there so much ink...

Carefully treading onward, passing tables filled with old pictures and memories. Wondering why he was here.

As he passed a room, something from the edge of his vision caught his attention. It was a body. A body covered in dried ink, and said ink was splattered all around.

...Is that..
It can't be...
Boris!?

He stared and stared for a good long while, until something on the wall caught his attention. Disturbing words that caused a cold chill to go through him: WHO'S LAUGHING NOW.

What is going on here!
...what did Joey do?

He turned around intending to find his answers, only to be startled.

...whered that cut-out come from...

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