~(y/n)'s pov~

"So, why are we here?"

The zombie pointed to the forest.

"We've got to talk to her, dad." Norman said, leading the way and holding my hand.

"Yeah. Why is one of those people you, exactly?" Norman's father says.

As we walked through the forest, I never let go of Norman's hand.

All of a sudden, the trees started to move, making me and Norman gasp.

"Oh, my goodness. Look out!" Norman's mother shouted.

"Mom!" Norman shouted.

Courtney screamed.

"Perry! Do something!" Norman's mother shouted.

"I am trying!" Norman's father said, even though I saw he was stuck.

"Kick it in the knothole!" Norman's mother shouted.

"Norman! Look out!" I said, pulling him away from being crushed by some branches.

The trees stopped moving.

"Norman?" Norman's mother shouted.

"We're okay, mom! Just wait for us here. Don't worry." Norman said to his mother.

"Be careful!" His mother said.

Me and Norman walked away from them and walked through the forest as we saw a light through the trees.

We went up by a tree and gasped.

The huge tornado was coming from a single tree.

"Uh....hello?" Norman said.

Then we heard something, a girl.

"You're not welcome here. Go away."

Norman walked first with me behind him. I held onto his hand.

"We really need to speak with you." Norman said.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Norman, Norman Babcock."

"I'm (y/n) (l/n)."

"You don't actually know us, but we know you. We're actually kind of the same, you and us." Norman said.

"You're not dead."

"Well, no, apart from that." I said.

"And one of you is a boy."

"Oh, well, yes. That, too." Norman said.

"You two aren't like me at all!"

"Well, we know how you feel." Norman said.

"No, you don't. You don't know anything about me."

"We know your name is Agatha (l/n)." I said.

"What?"

"And we know you're probably tired, right?" Norman said. "Because, I mean, it's really late, and it's been a long night, and we're, like, only 11 years old, and..."

"I don't want to go to sleep. And you two can't make me."

She whispered in our ears and the ground started to shake. Just then, spikes came up from the ground, separating me and Norman.

"Woah!" We screamed, sliding down a small hill.

We avoided the spikes as best we could. I tripped over a branch, fell down and a spike went up in front of me. I started rolling to avoid the others. Norman helped me up and we ran.

Roots were trying to block the way but we made it through, even though we fell hard. I got up and helped Norman up as we saw a bright light in front of us.

It was her.

"I burned the book into dust, now I don't have to listen to that stupid story anymore!"

She then zapped me and Norman with lighting away from her and we fell to the ground in pain.

"Leave me alone."

Norman got a determined look on his face and got up. "No."

He walks over to me and helps me up. "No, we're not leaving. Just listen to us."

We got closer to her and she kept floating away from us.

"Once upon a time, long ago, there was a little girl." Norman said and I got his idea.

"What?"

"A little girl who was different..."

"Who was different from the other people in her village." I finished Norman's sentence.

"I'm not listening!!"

She then turned into four different versions of herself and circled around Norman and myself. They kept going "la la la la la."

"She could see and do things that no one could understand," Norman said as Agatha pushed him into me. "And that made them scared of her."

"I don't like this story!"

She began circling faster.

"She turned away from everyone, and became sad and lonely and had no one to turn to!" I said as she was pushing us.

"Stop it!"

She exploded and all the trees around us were burned to a crisp. I turned to Norman and saw him on the ground. I got up and helped him up. Just as Agatha came up from the ground.

"But the more she turned away from people, the more scared they were of her," I said, helping him up. "and they did something terrible!"

"Uh!"

"They became so scared that they took her away and they killed her!" I shouted.

"No!"

Agatha started glitching and spazzing out. Like something was trying to come out.

"But even though she was dead, something in her came back." Norman said.

"Stop!"

"And this part of her, it wouldn't go away. Not for 300 years!" I said.

"Shut up!"

"And the longer it stayed, the less there ways of the little girl." I said.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

She shrieked and the ground started to break apart.

"I'll make you suffer!!!"

"Why? Woah!" Norman said as the ground under him broke.

"Norman!" I shouted and grabbed his hands so he wouldn't fall.

"Because.....because..."

"Because you want everyone to hurt just as much as you are." I said, helping Norman up.

"So, whenever you wake up, you play this mean game, but you don't play fair!" Norman said, grabbing my hand and jumping onto another rock, closer to Agatha.

"They hurt me!"

"So, you hurt them back?" I asked.

"I wanted everyone to see how rotten they were!"

We jumped over to one of the roots on the tree.

"You're just like them, Agatha!" Norman shouted.

"No, I'm not."

"You're a bully!"

"No, I'm not!!"

Agatha went into the tree and it cracked. It then burst, causing us to go back. Something made us stop and slam the tree, hard. We went back, did a little circle, and was slammed back into the tree.

Norman then passed out and we fell. I grabbed a branch. Agatha came out of the tree and gave us a dirty look.

"NORMAN!" I shouted and grabbed the back of his shirt, causing him to wake up. I helped Norman to hold onto the branch.

The tree then tilted on it's side as it floated in the air.

"They did something awful, but that doesn't mean you should, too!" I shouted.

"All that's left in you now is mean and horrible!" Norman shouted.

"That's not true!"

"Then stop!" I said, getting in front of the branch. "This is wrong and you know it!" Norman followed me.

"You've spent so much time rememebering the bad people that you've forgot the good ones!" I shouted.

Agatha started spazzing out again and then looked at me, really sad.

"There must of been someone who loved you, and cared for you. You don't remember them?!" Norman shouted, holding his hand out and glacing at me.

"Leave me alone!"

"But you're not alone! You have to remember!" I shouted.

"Keep away from me!"

Agatha said and started to float away from us.

"Remember!" I shouted. I grabbed Norman's hand and then I grabbed Agatha's hand.

The next thing I knew, everything was white.