Note: Events in this story may be different from the original storyline due to this interpretation of the story so far. 

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The eyes of judgement are always watching. Even though the eyes may blink, they are always watching. They can see everything. Even your sins.

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I could see the blue static of the TV draw me deeper into my own illusion. It took me a few moments to realize that I was violently torn out of whatever static was playing through my mind. I fell on my back, but the ground below me felt moist, and, now that I think about it, it felt very muddy. I looked around at my surroundings, and I knew that I was in the middle of a gigantic forest, filled with dark, ominous trees and lush grass. Behind me, there was a television that seemed to be randomly out of place where I was. Even more surprising, it looked like it was still on, even though it wasn’t plugged into an electrical outlet. Immediately, the light of the TV screen died out with a whimper.

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Where the hell even am I, anyway? The boy looked at his surroundings, wondering how he ended up in the woods of all places. He remembered looking into a TV screen in the city, almost seemingly getting dragged into it, then experiencing a series of strange visions down a hallway before finally ending up here, in the woodlands. Well, by the looks of it, there doesn’t seem to be any of those...those things out here at the moment. In fact, this forest actually looks kind of peaceful, excluding the slightly dark vibes to it. But I just can’t sit here all day. I need to see if I can find a safeplace, or a shelter, or something to keep me safe. I have no idea what kind of dangerous creatures are out there in the woods. 

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I’m an uncommonly single-minded kind of person. When I set myself up for a task, I rarely give up until it is completed. 

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He went on his way, walking through the rich grass in the forest, ready to start his search. He also made sure to check that his current clothes would be enough to manage through the forest. First and foremost, the boy wore a brown paper bag that covered his entire head, with two small eye holes cut out so that he could see out of it. He wore it because it gave him a feeling of refuge from the outside world. Not that his face was deformed or anything, in fact, he looked like what you would probably expect from a normal young boy. But the mask helped him hide from his feelings. It helped him forget about all of the horrible things happening around in the world, forget that the outside world hates him, and forget how cruel the outside world was to him. 

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It was that mask that helped him hide away from the world and his emotions. The boy also wore a buttoned-up olive colored trench coat that reached below his knees, and a small brownish-gray jacket that he tucked in. He also had a pair of small black rain boots to keep his feet protected, too. Perfect for keeping warm and for going through any rainy or soggy weather. 

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I don’t know why, but I feel very peaceful here. Like, something about nature itself that makes me forget about the world, a place where I can be free with my thoughts and clear my head. Feels kind of ironic, doesn’t it? All alone out here, by myself. No one here but Mono. Mono was the boy’s name. In Latin, it meant “one” or “single”, which was exactly what Mono was feeling right now. Alone. Without anyone to comfort him.

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“Hey, is anyone out there?”, he cried out, wanting to see if he would get a response from someone close by. Nothing. It didn’t hurt to try, I suppose. Mono continued walking through the forest, careful to watch his back for anything out of the ordinary. He didn’t see anything out of the usual, until he came across a dirty-looking vent shaft underneath a large tree. Huh? If there’s a vent here, then there must be some kind of building or something connected to this, right? The fact that it was located directly under a tree was still confusing to him, but that didn’t bother him at the moment. Right now I just want to see where this will take me. He took off the steel vent cover, and crawled inside of the vent, only to find himself in a very dirty underground tunnel instead. 

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The ground below him was wet and messy, and he could feel his hands get all muddy. There was a large collection of rocks and tree roots crowded in the tunnel with him that seemed to stretch out endlessly. I guess whoever made this didn’t have enough money to build an actual vent. Or I’m just thinking too hard about this. Mono crawled through the dirty tunnel, and saw a light at the other opening end of the tunnel. When he finally crawled out of the tunnel, though, he started smelling something disgusting. Something rotting, slowly draining away, like the scent of death itself. And when he finally went back into the forest and looked around, he saw something that disturbed him. 

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Hanging from one of the trees was a large ball, tied together, with several rotting limbs poking out of the sides. The flesh of the limbs was already decomposing, and several large swarms of flies circled around the ball, feasting upon the fleshy remains of what were once human beings. Arms, legs, feet, and more decaying remains were among the things sticking out. Just the horrible smell and sight of such disgusting rotting flesh made Mono take off his paper bag mask and throw up behind one of the trees. My God, that image is now burned in my mind. What happened to those poor people? And who would be disgusting enough to do something like this?