Thread:Mr.Man11037/@comment-39938340-20190730014231/@comment-33608349-20190814034514

Mr. Man had just gotten home from a long day of work, and had been eager to meet his loving wife, Mrs. Man, and discuss their days over supper. However, as he entered the house, instead of being welcomed by his partner, he was greeted with an overwhelming sense of dread. He wasn't sure why, but the second he stepped foot into his home, he was filled with anxiety. He tried calling out for his wife, but words escaped him. He tried running, but his body refused to move. Suddenly, he heard footsteps behind him. Small, delicate footsteps that barely made a noise, accompanied with a soft giggle. Mr. Man poured all his strength into a single action, turning his body 180 degrees to meet face to face with the person behind him. All color drained from his face as he saw... "it". He could not scream, he could not move, he could barely even think. The person, no, creature, gave a sinister smile, and lunged forwards. The last thing Mr. Man heard before he was killed, was...

"Ho ho ho ha ha ha ho ho ho he he ha hello me old chum Im gnot a gnelf Im gnot a ganobblin Im a gnome and you've been gnomed!"