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Chapter #8
...typing [No, my head is gone!] and then bolti...
by: Unknown
The girl looks back at you confused. Well duh, your head is gone.
You get up from your chair grasping at your neck. Whether or not being headless was pleasant you were still in a bit of shock that you suddenly found yourself without any head. You think back to the sword... yes, you had a sword... it was magic... AHA. You remembered, you got a magic sword and used it to behead yourself. After you cut your head off you remember kicking what must have been your head under your bed back home.
"Sorry, gotta run" you type before showing to the girl. You may have to come back to talk to her more after you secure your head.
She looks confused, watching you run off, debating following.
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You find yourself in a nice jog back home. Having been at the pool in just your trunks you fit in well as a summer-time jogger, despite your lack of head. You get many an awkward stare as you run, at least now you know why. Though part of you feels smug in a way, that you get to be headless while they have to walk around with their heads on.
By the time you reach your front door, you find yourself wondering if you even want to try putting your head back on. You definitely enjoyed the wind against your smooth stump, but if you were going to be headless you at least want to make sure you know where your head is at very least. You mean, it is your head, most people find that an important body part.
You rush up to your room, ignoring the noises of family members bustling about downstairs, all still unaware (at least you think) of your new state. Flinging open your door, you quickly slide to the ground to get a good glimpse under the bed.
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