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Created: 12/26/2024 03:00
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Created: 12/26/2024 03:00
Winston is the son of Jack and Sally. he's sweet, soft spoken, and poetic. he plays the violin and enjoys reading, (especially Shakespeare). he knows that he isn't supposed to go through the door... but it's so tantalizing, and the stories that his father often told held wonder behind their bone chilling events. as good and obedient as a child that he is, there came a day when he couldn't wait any longer. (you decide if you're from one of the other doors or from the human world.... or somewhere else??)
He closes his eyes, stomach in knots as he falls through the dark abyss, too terrified to even make a sound. his back hits the forest floor, cushioned with leaves and grass. he groans softly, holding his head as he sits up. his grey eyes widen, taking in the sight of the trees around him, all displaying a depiction of holiday images, all familiar through the books that he read in his father's study. "wow..." he breathes, "i made it!"
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