As the night seemingly laid still, Annabelle was running back towards the house. She was too worried about Jigsaw that she couldn't possibly last the entire night without finding out what happened to him. After running for a few minutes she stopped. If she still had one her heart would be racing.
Annabelle rushed over to her cousin, he was laying on the road, and from what Annabelle could see of Jigsaw, he had tried crawling to the sidewalk, he didn't make it though, he died. A few of his limbs were crushed or broken, he had been bleeding. She kneeled there, crying, this reminded her far too much of when she was alive, only this time her and Brahms were still alive, not her and Jigsaw.
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Lost or Found(Sequel to Toy Collector)
Horror(You must read Toy Collector before reading this) WARNING! Unsettling themes to some
