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Tape 1

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Jake looks around the room.

It was dark, as always. He reaches over to grab his phone from the dresser, quickly turning it on only to be blinded by the phone's bright light. His eyes automatically close, but he blinks a couple more times before adjusting to the blinding light.

1:46 am

The phone displayed clearly that it was far too early for the average person to even get out of bed. But Jake saw this as the ideal opportunity to go for a run. He slowly turned off his phone and placed it back on his dresser.

Taking a deep breath, he jerked himself out of the comfort of his own bed. He leaned over the edge of the bed, yanking his feet out of the blankets and onto the cold, hard floor. He nods off for a moment before getting up and walking over to his closet, where he rummages for a clean hoodie and basketball shorts. Unfortunately, he couldn't find anything clean or even remotely close to it.

As a result, he resolved to do the only thing that came to mind. He walked up to his bedroom door and slammed it open. He went along an open hall, most of the time falling flat on his face and still waking up. He then came to a halt in front of a room near him. He grumbled slightly, but without hesitation, he kicked the door open, only to be confronted by his screaming sister... or what he refers to as 'The Bitch.'

"JAKE, WHAT THE ****?!! GET OUT!! IT'S 1:50 IN THE FUCKING MORNING" 'The Bitch!' yelled.

She had white long hair that reached around her waist, a plump, cute face packed with a touch of baby fat, a small figure, and is about 4 feet tall. She is now dressed in loose shorts and an oversized sweatshirt. Normal people would constantly be mesmerized by her gorgeous, charming figure, giving the impression that she is only 14 years old. But not James, he knows his sister. She's a freeloading jerk who would take money from anyone without a second thought, is constantly stealing, and might even be considered a con woman.

He ignores his sister's protest and invites himself in, taking some damage as his sister constantly throws items at him. He moves to the other side of the room, to her closet. He quickly opened the closet doors, revealing skirts and dresses, as well as a wide variety of odd old pants on the floor. He groans and looks around, ignoring his sister's shouting in the background. He then sighs again and selects a skirt at random. "Thanks Bitch" Jake exclaims over his sister's remarks as he walks out of her room, despite getting -hit- Gifted by a sneaker hurled at the back of his head. "**** OFF ASSHOLE!!" says his sister as he waves goodbye. She curses from the other end of the hall.

He is feeling a little more energized now and more awake as a result of his sister's shouts. He approached his room and entered, closing the door behind him. He brought the skirt up to his face so he could see it well. It was a classic black and purple skirt. He shrugs and takes his pants down, still wearing his boxers... Not   wanting to go outdoors nude, he merely wore a shirt and a skirt with nothing below. He pulls up his skirt, which is a little tight around his waist. He walks to his bathroom, which is within his room, and looks in the mirror.

Jake's dark, messy hazel hair and green gleaming eyes do not go well with the skirt. He was dressed simply in a white tee shirt and a purple and black skirt. "Damn, I look like I just walked out of the Goodwill clearance section..." Jake murmured.

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A/N

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Hopefully,

 you enjoyed this chapter I'll make another one soon I'm not dead

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Tape 2

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It didn't really matter to Jake as long as he was dressed. He took his phone off the dresser and stuffed it into his pocket. He quickly finds he doesn't have any. He grumbled and tossed his phone on the bed, deciding not to carry his phone with him because he didn't see why he needed it in the first place. He dashed along the hallway, passing his sisters' room, hearing some loud snores along the way. He made his way down the stairs, through the kitchen and living room. Because his and his sister's parents had abandoned them, the house was mainly vacant.

He took a glance around before opening the front door and departing. He raised his eyes to the night sky above him.

"**** it's cold," Jake said dryly to himself as he began walking. As a cool air blew through, he began to shiver somewhat, some of his skirt rising slightly. He decided to keep walking and soon arrived at a Cafe across the street. His area was just next to the supermarkets, so he didn't even need to make up an explanation for why his father had abandoned him.

He walked into the coffee shop as soon as he heard the bell ring. The establishment had a welcoming atmosphere with a faint coffee aroma in the air. He attracted the attention of a cashier employee. "Hey! Come on in and place your order.

" The cashier waved, his features scrunched into a strained smile. Jake thought he may as well get a latte for himself.

"Um—I'll have a caramel latte with extra ice..." Jake's order sounded more like a question.

"OK, sir, is  that all?, And do you want to pay before or after your drink, sir?"

Jake quickly realized he didn't have his money or anything else on him, but he really wanted a latte right now.

"Um- after..." Jake came to a halt. The cashier entered Jake's order into the machine and began making it in front of him.

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Jake was welcomed with a Carmel Latte in front of him.

"Thank you," Jake replied as he reached for the drink, which was quickly yanked away from him.

"Sir, you must pay first..." The cashier gave him a sidelong glance. Jake was a little worried since he assumed he meant after he finished drinking, he could have just taken his time and waited for the cashier's shift to end so he could have free coffee.

"Sir....Sir....Sir, can you pay now in cash or by card?"

For a little while, Jack and the cashier remained silent.

"Is it possible that I won't be able to pay?" Jake said sheepishly, his gaze drawn away from the other.

"No, now hurry up and pay.....my shift is coming to an end." The cashier said the final portion in a nasty tone. Jake snatches the coffee from the other person's grasp and books it out of the café with the latte.

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That was fun. I hoped you liked it...

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Tape 3

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“Ha… HaHaHAHAHAHAHHAHA” Jake's laughter echoes through the empty parking lot building, He stabs the knife through the old woman's body. “Fucking finally bitch, it took me so long just to find an old hag like you”

Jake stepped harder onto the woman's back, keeping her stable on the ground while she squirms. “GET OFF OF ME YOU LOW LIFE SQUIRT!” the old woman cried aloud, trying to escape from Jake's menacing grasp. Jake smile grew even wider like a maniac. He turned the woman over and placed her in a choke hold, forcing her head to harshly bang on the ground, slowly watching the life drain from her now dead eyes.

“Ahhh..... Done already...?

“Well, I shouldn't have expected an old hag like you to be filled with life anyway, you're just a withering skeleton.” Jake drops the knife next to the body and boredly walks away, “What a waste of time” he sighed.

{BEEEP BEEEEP BEEEEEEEEEEEP!}

Jake wakes up from his daydream and finds himself in the middle of the road full of cars traveling to both sides of the road. As soon as he realizes this, he runs to the other side of the road, ignoring the angry driver's curses. He finally makes it to the other side and falls down on the sidewalk breathing heavily 'I should really work out more…' Jake thought as he stepped up, brushing his skirt off for any dirt. He sighed again, realizing that he dropped his warm half empty latte. “Dammit, I fairly stole that!!!” Jake grumbled and slumped down, sadly walking away. He looked around a bit more uncomfortable the more he walked, “Where the actual **** am I?” He looked around and saw that he was deep within the city… He's never been to the city since majority of the things he needs is basically across the street, so he was basically lost.

"For fuck’s sake" Jake cursed

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It's been well more over than 18 hours, and Jake has mentally given up on finding hope…or home. He continued to lay down on a city bench. Taking up the whole thing, glaring at anyone who dares to look at him oddly. He didn't even care that he was flashing every passerby. Since one of his legs were lifted, the skirt with nothing  under.

“Alright new |Mission go home|” Jake said so himself pumping his fist in the air\, he shifted himself off the bench and started to walk again viewing more of the cities culture… And he had to say it was confusing\, it looked more like a cult than a city. The building were all creamy white with a creamy Carmel color. All the people were smiling…some looked forced\, and those weren't just the woman.  He swore that they should all have wrinkles by now… which they do\, even the children smiled like they had no other emotion to represent.  Jake didn't want to only judge on the creepy *** smiles everyone had\, he was looking at the flags.....they were white with a weird logo on it…it looked like a water bottle. Now that he looked around more\, he hasn't noticed a single piece a trash on the street. “Shit\, this place is so clean that even I feel like dirt” Jake slightly shouted\, gaining the attention of a nearby smiling human in a peculiar Uniform.

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