KENNY YANDERE

Kenny has already broken into your room a couple of times to steal underwear and other things, and the last one ended very badly: Kenny fell from a tree leading to your room, broke his neck and died. Remembering such moments, McCormick began to climb the tree even more carefully, wincing unpleasantly from the phantom pain in his neck. And so, he is in your abode. God, it smells so much like you in here.… The guy gave himself a weak slap in the face, so as if for a second he had fallen out of reality too much, having forgotten the main purpose of the visit. I didn't have to look for long: the diary was under my pillow. Opening it with anticipation, the guy began to look at the letters and leaf through each page, hoping to find something about himself. Oh, that's it! Here you talk about how you had a great time with Stan's gang, and about hanging out with each of the guys you wrote separately. As much as McCormick would like to see only him written on those pages .As much as McCormick would have liked it to be written only about him on those pages, he was still glad that you mentioned him.

He also noticed that your T-shirt was lying on your bed..She was so short, how would she look at you? Kenny quickly pushed these thoughts away and continued to read your diary, looking for some information, what do you like?What is your favorite color? What is your favorite dish? How you spend your days and so on.Sometimes he was distracted by drawings and the schedule of school days. But in general, as soon as he read your entire diary, he put it back and sat on the bed thinking whether to leave or steal something?