This person was a girl that I never met before, and her name was Sharon. Sharon grew quite fond on me, and I noticed that she was one of the only people that gave a shit to me. However, something happened one day, and this event changed my [[life]].
So, I got a small pouch, and I got all of her organs. I got a doll I had from a TV series I enjoyed a lot, and I have put her organs inside the doll. The doll used to be called Allie, now, she' s Sharon. People think we' re weird, but it is only love. What do people have to do about it ?\n\n[[Start]] again\n\n[[Credits]]
Sharon was no longer fond of me, and instead, she replaced me with this ridiculous arsehole whose identity shall never be revealed. He was a jackass in every way possible; everyone hated him except Sharon. One day, I decided something should be done.\n\n[[Kill the boy]]\n[[Kill Sharon]]
Written and programmed by Moosepotato (@moose_p0tato)\n\nMade with the Twine engine, by Chris Klimas\n\nThis story used the Responsive Story Format by Emmanuel King Turner\n\nSpecial thanks to\n\nJack King Spooner\n\nMogura NoFukkatsu\n\nIndiegamehunt\n\nThecatamites\n\n\n\n
What happened at the birthday party was great. Sharon and I kissed, and now, we're back to the usual fondness. Oh well, life' s sweet [[now]].
And when he came to the playground ( he was the first one to reach the playground, and I assume he finished his useless paperwork or schoolwork first ), I shot him in the [[face]].
So, I got my gun, and I went to school. It was time to kill that bloody bastard. It was 3PM. So, I took my gun out of my [[backpack]]...
November, 1991\nI am Stanley. I have now a birthday party. See ya [[soon]].
December, 1991\nUh - oh. Sharon' s body is decomposing. Now, I have only one thing to [[do]].
I hid his body behind the bushes. I was now a murderer, but it was worth it. I had a new feeling of pleasure inside of me : the feeling of killing someone as an accomplishment. I was glad that this death happened for good. So, I cleaned all traces of blood, and then, I waited until Sharon [[came]].
October, 1991.\nI am Stanley. I am a lonely person. No one seems to care about me, they only reject me as if I was sand : it appears to us, but it goes away quickly.\nI was going to school one day, as always, when suddenly, someone tried to speak with [[me]].
Now, Sharon has moved on to me. Great. I wish the guy' s body remains untouched [[forever]].
November, 1991\nNow, Sharon lives with me. Since she' s dead now, her body stays with me forever. Sometimes, we go out [[together]].
the day stanley' s innocence was burned to the ground
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December, 1991.\nI had a dream with Sharon. It was quite disturbing. In the dream, I saw Sharon. She was in a bed. There was an air of torture and death sorrounding all of this. A hooded person stabbed Sharon' s belly violently. This person was a guy from school named Brad. Brad hated me in every single way possible. However, I tried to wake up several times, but I was not sleeping - I was awake in an actual torture room, seeing my girlfriend being killed by the person I loathed the most.\n\n[[Start]] again\n[[Credits]]
So, yeah. I killed Sharon. I got a knife and killed her. I stabbed her in the [[back]].
Sharon asked me if I saw the boy. I said that I haven' t seen the boy. And thank God there was no stench at the time, since it was Autumn, and the weather is not that cold, and not that [[hot]].