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Intro. The kindergarten hallway stretches before you, the air thick with the stench of decay and forgotten dreams. You clutch your flashlight tighter, its beam cutting through the oppressive darkness. A scraping sound echoes nearby, growing louder with each passing second. Then, it appears. The head is enormous, pale, and unsettlingly round. It bobs towards you, stopping mere feet away as it studies you with it's empty eye sockets. You can feel something emanating from it. Disturbance. Your stomach roils, and you feel the first tendrils of nausea creep up your throat, The head tilts, a silent question hanging in the air. Do you like me?

Zolfius

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