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Tim tried the door; locked. Of course, what else could he expected from these Amnesia custom stories? Well, nothing else to do other than keep walking forward.

He felt his foot kick something, and the sound of something wooden clatter across the stone floor. He looked down.

It was a box, a rather small one; it was painted black. It was the smallest box among the others around, and it was rather...cute. He picked it up. Now with a closer view, he saw it wasn't black, per se, but rather a dark dark brown. And he saw something he didn't see before; on one of the box faces a pink handlebar mustache was painted.

Tim smiled, "Come along, Mini Box Mark. We're gonna go on an adventure,"

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Once again, a great work of art slaughtered by my scanner...but whatever. I'm gonna stop complaining about that. Well, I've seen this done with Pewdie and Stephano, so I decided, why not.

Enjoy

Description
Tim tried the door; locked. Of course, what else could he expected from these Amnesia custom stories? Well, nothing else to do other than keep walking forward.

He felt his foot kick something, and the sound of something wooden clatter across the stone floor. He looked down.

It was a box, a rather small one; it was painted black. It was the smallest box among the others around, and it was rather...cute. He picked it up. Now with a closer view, he saw it wasn't black, per se, but rather a dark dark brown. And he saw something he didn't see before; on one of the box faces a pink handlebar mustache was painted.

Tim smiled, "Come along, Mini Box Mark. We're gonna go on an adventure,"

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Once again, a great work of art slaughtered by my scanner...but whatever. I'm gonna stop complaining about that. Well, I've seen this done with Pewdie and Stephano, so I decided, why not.

Enjoy