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Charles Horse
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Charles Horse had been having dreams again. It was fifteen years ago. He was with his friends. He liked them. They liked him, he thought. They talked about the tv shows they watched. Quoted all the lines. He felt like he was part of something.
He woke to find he was in bed fifteen years later and that he'd never really had any friends. That FIFTEEN YEARS had passed and they wouldn't even remember him or care. And yet he'd made no new friends in that time. He was just Charles Horse. Alone. Frightened. Scary.
He was a monster.
Maybe he should stalk the town in a scary costume.
No, he went back to sleep instead.
He dreamed that he had returned to the Dark Tree in the Forst Of Layers. The tree was asking him to kill thirteen people. He didn't want to do it, but how could he resist the Dark Tree? It reached out for him with its branches. He was powerless to stop it.
He killed the thriteen people. It played out like a montage in his mind. Sometimes he was watching himself as he strangled a young woman to death, sometimes he was seeing it through his own eyes as he hacked a middle aged man to death with an axe.
Then he set fire to a house killing a whole family at once. He was proud of that one.
"Did I do good?" he asked the Dark Tree.
"Good? GOOD"? said the Tree, cruelly. "You know nothing of good. You killed those people because I told you to!"
"I just did it to please you!" said Charles, defensive. "And your branches..."
"You have FREE WILL. You didn't have to do anything!"
"You...you didn't have to tell me to do it!"
"HAHAHAHAHA."
"Don't, stop bullying me!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA you killed all those people because a fucking tree told you to! A TREE!"
"I don't...I can't..."
"Come into my branches. Embrace death."
"Yes, master...yes."
"You're your own master, cunt."
The tree pushed him away sharply with its branches. Charles Horse awoke in a cold sweat.
He needed to pee now.
Had he just pissed the bed?
What had he been dream about anyway?
He ran to the toilet to pee.
It was light outside.
Oh.
It was daytime.
He'd been taking an afternoon nap.
That was why he was in his clothes.
He'd thought it had been nightime.
Huh.
He should be hungry by now.
Maybe he'd go eat some bread.
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Charles Horse
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Charles Horse had been having dreams again. It was fifteen years ago. He was with his friends. He liked them. They liked him, he thought. They talked about the tv shows they watched. Quoted all the lines. He felt like he was part of something.
He woke to find he was in bed fifteen years later and that he'd never really had any friends. That FIFTEEN YEARS had passed and they wouldn't even remember him or care. And yet he'd made no new friends in that time. He was just Charles Horse. Alone. Frightened. Scary.
He was a monster.
Maybe he should stalk the town in a scary costume.
No, he went back to sleep instead.
He dreamed that he had returned to the Dark Tree in the Forst Of Layers. The tree was asking him to kill thirteen people. He didn't want to do it, but how could he resist the Dark Tree? It reached out for him with its branches. He was powerless to stop it.
He killed the thriteen people. It played out like a montage in his mind. Sometimes he was watching himself as he strangled a young woman to death, sometimes he was seeing it through his own eyes as he hacked a middle aged man to death with an axe.
Then he set fire to a house killing a whole family at once. He was proud of that one.
"Did I do good?" he asked the Dark Tree.
"Good? GOOD"? said the Tree, cruelly. "You know nothing of good. You killed those people because I told you to!"
"I just did it to please you!" said Charles, defensive. "And your branches..."
"You have FREE WILL. You didn't have to do anything!"
"You...you didn't have to tell me to do it!"
"HAHAHAHAHA."
"Don't, stop bullying me!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA you killed all those people because a fucking tree told you to! A TREE!"
"I don't...I can't..."
"Come into my branches. Embrace death."
"Yes, master...yes."
"You're your own master, cunt."
The tree pushed him away sharply with its branches. Charles Horse awoke in a cold sweat.
He needed to pee now.
Had he just pissed the bed?
What had he been dream about anyway?
He ran to the toilet to pee.
It was light outside.
Oh.
It was daytime.
He'd been taking an afternoon nap.
That was why he was in his clothes.
He'd thought it had been nightime.
Huh.
He should be hungry by now.
Maybe he'd go eat some bread.
_____________________
Charloe HOSRE LSDKs
dsgHASTGD a A GREAT TGHCArt
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sdgfeHJAStgl ;dsjadg
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gda gflaidbnf
dag
fa
[irtgae ry9uaerg aFUCFKINGa
POST IN THE MINE FIELd
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