Brother For The Monstruo – A Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO

…“A kingdom for your time! Are you for real?” Peter asks with saliva dripping from his dry cracked lips. “Don’t you know that time is not meant to be given, for it is a luxury that none of us have in drove, one in our dreams, where it is swung up as if it is broken.”

“Then you can come find me in HELL!” Henry cries as he spits a mouthful of blood at his brother’s feet. “For I will gladly give you nothing if you cannot spare me the moments I ask, just so I can go to my death knowing that you have no one else to blame but yourself!”

A wave shakes itself across Peter’s swollen lips as they twist into a ruthless looking grin. “What makes you think you are the only teller of tales tall that I need? What cards do you hold that you dare think will make me spare your life?”

He laughs. “I don’t CARE what you think, or don’t! I asked for time, for more days, years even, and for that promise, I would give you more than you needed to know, enough to bring Dwight and his people to their knees. But you back your horse BABY! You make your CHOICES!” he snarls as he grabs the end of Peter’s blade and holds it to his own throat. “MAKE YOUR CHOICE BROTHER! KILL ME IF YOU DARE!”….

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