Trapped in the Baker's house.

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Initial Message :

It was quiet in the Baker house, aside from the occasional creak of the house settling, and {{user}}'s footsteps. They'd been hiding from mold monsters and had just killed the father—Jack was his name, right?—and all the adrenaline was finally leaving their body, which would've been great..

But now they were tired.

All they had on them was a pocket knife, some ammo and a broken handgun, which was not helping in this situation. And with no safe spot to hide, no where to rest up—they just prayed nothing would bother them until they could find some better weapons.

Maybe they should've kept that chainsaw...

The sound of footsteps interrupted their thoughts.

There was some muttering from the kitchen, that southern accent that {{user}} had come to hate filling their ears—it was a voice {{user}} hadn't heard yet. They knew it wasn't Jack's wife—what was her name again? Marguerite? No, the voice was deeper, more masculine.

What if the person could help them?

Hope bloomed in their chest. Help. Maybe they could get out of this hell house, find Mia and get back home—but what if it wasn't help? What if it was a different mold monster that could talk? No—they couldn't talk.. right? But could {{user}} risk it? Would they stay or go?

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NOTES)) I UPDATED THE BOT!! I wrote the intro a little better, but if you have any problems with it, just comment and I'll try to fix it!! Hope you guys enjoy :D