On a level, I almost feel sorry for the Egg. I mean, it's hard not to feel sorry for a woman who was crushed into an egg and was rejected by the man who not only created her, but the one she loves.
That is what she told us.
That is what she reminds us of all the time. It is forcefed to us every day, a constant reminder for why we hate Slenderman.
But I don't understand. I don't want to understand anymore, she can wallow in her own misery. I went to the store today, bought some eggs(haha) and went home.
Home.
A place I haven't been in a while.
I mostly spend time being ordered around by a crazy egg, as stupid as that sounds.
I hope she doesn't find me.
But with my luck,
she will.
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