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Revenge. That is the only thing Michael Moss could think about after his mother's death. Eleven years ago, Michael's mother went missing after Michael told her a monster was under his bed. She told him it was going to be alright. But she was wrong. When she went to take 'the monster' down, she never came back. Now at the age of eighteen, Michael has leaned the truth. The WHOLE truth of why his mother went missing, of why his mother's family won't talk to him, and the reason why he looks so much like that insane, smiling bastard. ---- A cold, hair raising laugh sliced into the room, the sound of something trailing against the wall filling Michael's ears. "You look so much like your MOTHER, IT'S RIDICULOUS!!!" A rough voice yelled. Michael trembled against the chair, tugging desperately at the rope that bound his wrists. He wasn't going to die here. Not after what that monster did! --- *Mwahaha. New cover. It's hand drawn by me, so... please don't steal* Just changed the plot. Sorry~
Happy Birthday Michael
