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Kohlrabi just watched as his whole group disbanded.
"We'll cover more ground this way!" was the last thing they said.
He walked around, not knowing where to go, holding his crappy 1€ flashlight.
The light that it was emitting started to flicker.
"Crap!"
Kohlrabi sighed. Now left in pitch darkness.
He hit the flashlight once, twice, thrice, fourrice. Then stopped, because he only knows how to count to four.
Then he heard it in the distance. A low, growl
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It was getting louder as the badly, barely standing walls started breaking apart due to the sheer force of the growl.
Kohlrabi stood like a fool, forgetting the fact that he has legs and it would be a great idea to perhaps turn around and run, but alas he stood.
Out of nowhere, before the monster could end him, Herbert grabbed him.
Holding each other's hand they ran into the suspiciously red coloured building, with a sign that said: "Guaranteed trauma inside, run the other way."
They shut the door, and Herbert started boarding up the entrance.
"Maybe it left?"
A loud growl could be heard from the other side
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"Who are you??" Kohlrabi asked tsunderely.
"Herbert." Herbert herberted.
"Do you know what this thing is, Herbert?"
"Yes. That is my.." Herbert got cut off for plot convenience.
Little demonic chihuahuas started jumping around them. They were left, right, up, down, east-west and west-east.
"Oh no." Herbert herberted yet again.
"Someone let the dawgs out." He continued.
"WHO LET THE DAWGS OUT??" Kohlrabi screamed.
"The monster..who..is..my ex toilet.."
"HE SAID THE LINE, ROLL THE CREDITS." An ominous voice echoed.
Then the credits rolled:
"The monster is my ex toilet and it likes to let the dawgs out."
THE END.