I jolt awake in a sweat, forgetting for a second that I’m on a plane. It took me a second to calm down.

“It feels so weird riding first class but I’ll get used to it soon,” I told myself out loud. I look around to see who heard me and saw a little girl in a pink dress. She looked lost, so I got up out of my seat to help her. I ask her if she was lost.

“I'm not supposed to talk to strangers.”

I smiled and said, “Well I’m Pvt. Aidan. What’s your name darling?” She told me her name was Sally Williams. “Hi Sally,” I said. “Are you lost?”

Sally said, “No, my parents told me to wait here.”

“Oh,” I said with a surprised expression. “Would you like to sit next to me while you wait,” I asked. She responds with a strong yes and sat next to me for about 30 minutes. People who I assume were her parents came to get her. I stood up and we introduced ourselves. Her mom’s name was Jackilynn and her Father’s name was Jeff.

We were about to start a conversation when the back half of the plane exploded. I heard Jackilynn shout “Zalgo” and grab Sally. I swear that they vanished from thin air when a deep voice said to me, “The book!”

After that, I felt the air pull me to the back. The last thing I remember was a deep voice saying, “If you take something of mine then I will take something of yours.”

Everything went black after that. When I woke up, I heard a TV stating the looked like a terrorist act happened on Flight 258 and that somehow there were 0 casualties. I got up off the cot I was laying on and left the tent. I walked out of the tent and realized I was at a base stationed in Japan. It's weird how things work out because this is where I was flying to. The First Sergeant walked up to me and called me “Private Owen.” I stood in salute form until the First Sergeant looked me in the eyes and said, “At ease. The Colonel wants to see you.”

“T-the Colonel?” I questioned.

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“Did I fucking stutter? Yes, the goddamn Colonel, so gets your ass in the tent,” the First Sergeant yelled.

I halfway cowered into the Colonel’s tent and saluted. “At ease, Private Owen.” I put my feet shoulder length apart and clasp my hands at my belt line behind my back and nodded my head. “Good to see you’re not hurt,” he said.

“Thank you, Sir.” He nodded his head, accepting the thank you.

“You know why you were stationed here, right,” he asked looking up from the paperwork on his desk.

“Yes, sir,” I said without looking in his eyes, they scare me. “I am here to eliminate someone they call Bloody Painter, Sir,” I continued.

“Correct,” he said, looking back to the paperwork that cluttered his desk. The Colonel told me that I was supposed to pretend to be a senior transferred from America and if I saw him, I was to shoot him on site. He handed me a Colt Revolver and told me that every day after school I would wait for him. I said I understood and was dismissed from the tent. Now, this is where my story really begins.

I walk into the high school and look around to make sure no one was watching me when pulled out my Colt to make sure it was loaded. I put it back in my bag and started down the hall when out of nowhere of the corner of my eye I saw him, The Bloody Painter, but when I pulled out the colt he ran at me with all his speed and got me in the neck with his knife but not before I emptied the colt into his stomach; that's when I heard his voice. Your poor soul was dealt a bad hand by fate but no need to fear you won't die, No I will bring you back you will no longer be called Aidan you will be called the jester. Rage, sadness, happiness, jealousy those were the emotion Aidan felt as he drifted through an endless void.

Aidan’s mom heard a knock at the door and went to open it when she opened the door and saw the two uniformed men at her door she already knew the day had come the day she hoped would never come Aidan had died that day was one of the saddest days in the history of clearwater. when Aidan came to he immediately knew he was not in his base he looked around he was in some kind of manner and then wondered why he was thinking of himself in the third person well it doesn't matter he thought as he sat upon the bed he had been laying on then got up and head for the door went he got to the door he hesitated before opening the door then opened the door and walked into the hallway then he walked down a staircase and came face to face with a girl wearing a bloodstain dress and holding a knife and just stood there shocked and behind her stood a girl wearing tights and a sweatshirt Aidan started laughing hysterically then he said no there is no way this is real, I must be dreaming the girl in the dress slapped him does this feel like a dream to you she said Aidan feeling the pain rubbed his face an said guess not still very, confused on what was going on the girl in the dress lead Aidan to a table, and tould him to take a seat he did then when he was nice and confuritebel she tould him what was going on he was in a manore and was now one of what they could creepyastas.