The Color Thief

One cool fall morning a boy awakes with a chill he got out of bed and goes downstairs the creaky black stairs squeal when the boy stepped on them. He arrived downstairs expecting a welcome but he was greeted by silence. He noticed he was not in his house it was a building that had a bedroom exactly like his it was a warehouse. The boys name was Dakota he thought hard where am I, why am I here? Dakota asked one question that lingered and he thought about the longest then he said it out loud what do I do?

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I want you to try to think of your own end and post it in the comments thanks and keep on cooking:).For those who thirst and are weary.......Creative Commons License Ian Sane via Comp fight

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