So the year is 2017 ken is 28 and not doing well still coping with Owens death and figuring out his dad didn't actually give him that sweater
No ones point of view
It's dark in the city of New York ken was at his house getting ready for work .
Ken got a new job at a place he basically made .
Probably a cult just saying .
Kens point of view
I get in my suit and get ready to go to my job I run people think it's a cult ...nooo it's not i just force people to work there and make them do stuff .
Like make my coffee.
Or ....cook food.
Yeah I'm too lazy .
I'm getting old what do you expect I'm 28 my brother is dead and my mom..oh yeah she's dead like hellllaaaa dead.
She died when I was 17 but idc she's a shitty cum dumster.
But yeah they are dead hell knows of my dad is alive or dead probably dead he was shitty too heh to be honest I never cared about the sweater all my cries and other shit ...I was faking it all every little thing for attention. I start to laugh ."oh those idiots "I was happy the entire time.I put on my mask that covers my eyes it has a big question mark on it but I love it a lot . One of the guys walk into my office
"Uhm ken sir there's someone here to see you "The man said while letting a familiar figure in.
"Hello ken"the figure said to me
"Hello"I say and smile cuz I knew him very very well .
The figure had a gun I don't know why probably self defense that's normal so I shrugged it off
Then the figure points a gun at me "let's play a little game of Russian roulette..
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Oh well
Short StoryThis is just a story I made when I got bored and thought of for oc backstorys Trigger warning this story has dark themes in it if that is bothering don't read cause this gets really dark
