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Ever since you were young you would go to the tree that held the black and gold apples. You would never get close enough to touch it and neither would your friends. After all with all of the rumors that went around about how if people got to close to the tree they would disappear with out a trace. But as you got older your fear of it grew less and less until you would find yourself sitting under the tree on your days off to do random things like homework or reading. Heck you even fell asleep under It a few times. But as time goes on you begin to feel as if your being watched more and more along with a increase of you having nightmares as you sleep. I don't own the art that I will be using in this story. Nor did I make or help make undertale or dreamtale.
Just notes to me
