Here, I’ll be writing about my oc’s. Just random stuff. They’re lore, spooky stories that they’re based off of, yk stuff like that.
WARNING: there will be,
The most favorite oc(s) will have their story written! I will do a poll later on (maybe) to just see which stories are more enjoyable. And who knows, I may just write about everyone. shrug
It wasn’t really an enjoyable life I had. Both parents dead and stuck with only my stepmom. But I wasn’t the lucky one here. Honestly…my parents were. To be let out of this internal hell…to end this mental pain…
I say mental, cause I can’t feel physical pain. Never have been able to. I have no idea why. Probably just a gene mutation. But it’s whatever. All those times I’ve burned my hand… I honestly don’t have any fingerprints left. I still remember the smell of barbecue. Which, my father later informed me that it was my skin burning. Weird. But soon…I’d get well acquainted with that smell…the feel…the red…
Of course…being you…you already know you’re hated. Having a mental disorder is tough enough…seeing and hearing things…then you’re told they’re not there and called a freak. Well screw them. All those people are dead now anyways.
I killed them.
No. It wasn’t the voices. Those guys are fine.
It wasn’t my dead stepmother screaming at me either.
No.
It was her alive that drove me off the edge.
That constant abuse…the yelling…the hitting. The insults.
Finally…I had enough.
I grabbed my fathers axe. It was beautifully sharp. The blade reflected my face. My green eyes, my long, red hair, my tan skin…That damn blood red rose growing from my eye. It angered me even more. So…I calmly walked back inside to hear that annoying…shrill voice say that wretched name. That name…
I met her in her bedroom as she laid in her bed. Fear clouding her eyes once she saw me. A grin creeping onto my face. End her. I heard. Kill.
“Put the axe down, Kathrine.”
I smirked. No…smiled.
Suddenly, I hear a crunch and a wet sound of blood. The smile stayed on my lips.
“Yes ma’am.” I muttered.
I brought it down alright.
Right on that bitches head.
Introducing…
(Ooo spooky- defo stalking ^^ also is it ok to talk in a whisper? Or should I shush-)
People are scary. Really Scary.
I should know…because now I’m not a people.
Mommy and daddy weren’t nice. They were the opposite. Mean.
Mean.
I was scared of mommy especially. She screamed and yelled and hit. She even tore patch. She made me cry and shake. Like our dog used to before daddy threw him outside.
I still don’t know why he did that…Chico was so nice! And cuddly!
Last time I saw him, he was still under the porch. And no matter what I did, he never moved. I think he was sleeping.
Mommy and daddy had to take lots of medicine. I think one was called…coke? Like the soda! Mommy seemed to like it a lot. It made her nicer. But sometimes it would make her meaner. I remember it looked like sugar on those doughnuts. It looked like it tasted yummy…but I knew better then to take medicine that wasn’t mine. Though…one time I accidentally drank daddy’s juice. It didn’t taste good. I thought it was apple juice, but it tasted really really bad. Like that expired apple juice I once had to drink. We had nothing else and I was thirsty.
One day…I don’t know why…but…mommy and daddy got really really mad at me one day. I did nothing wrong…I just went to say good night. I guess I should’ve done that…I should have stayed in my room…because mommy was trying to sew. And I now remember the rules…never bother mommy while she’s Sewing.
She screamed and yelled…then grabbed me and held me down. Daddy joined in. They hit me…
Then…mommy got one of her black buttons and red thread and a sharp…pointy needle…then…I felt pain. So much pain. I hears a loud ring noise in my ears as I screamed and thrashed. I still had patch in my hand as mommy kept sewing. Then…I couldn’t see in my eye anymore. It was red…then black. It hurt so much…I kept crying…and mommy and daddy kept hitting and yelling…then…I couldn’t move anymore. Everything hurt now. All I could do was hold onto patch. And…I felt patch hold onto me. My bunny and me…
I then closed my eyes and heard mommy throw me in her car and drive for a long time. Then…I felt outside again. Grass…
I looked up to see mommy and daddy standing over me. Their…eyes…
Stare…they stared. Eyes…
Then…they walked back to the car…and drove away.
Mommy…left me…
Daddy…left me…
But patch didn’t.
I felt really sleepy after a while. I still couldn’t move. And I was cold. Eventually…I closed my eyes…and fell asleep.
Or…I think I did.
After a while, I woke up. I felt…different though. I felt light…like I could fly.
But I also felt angry.
Mommy and daddy hurt me. They hurt me.
They were mean.
Mean…
(You can talk in whisper! I don’t mind!)
Introducing:
(Aight-)
(^^ hope you enjoy my little stories)
(These are great so far :D)
(Aww thx! Ill do their entire backstory later depending if people want it.)
Stop this pain…please…
̵̗̙̠̭̘̆̅̏S̶̸̨̡̠̞̘̦̯̼̣̥̩̮̬̝̼̏͆̿̆̀̏͊͆̄͌͘T̸̶̛̪͈̳̲̝̠͓͖̂̓͛͑̏̈́̂̈́́̎͛̍͋̈́̚͠Ơ̷̵̢̪̮̤̥̺̰̰̬̙͕͔̜̤͙̐̉̄̎̈͒͋̽͆̽͘͝P̴̮͓̙̖͇̤͇̾́̄̉͗͒̈́̈́ ̵̨͙̮͙̻͇̣̈͗I̶̸̧̡̨̡̮̤͉̟̻̗̳̪̬̝̼͋̔͆̈̃́̽͒̏͊͆̄͌͘͘͝T̸̪͈̂̓͛͑̏̈́̚͠ ̵̛̬̙͕͔̜̤͙͒͋̽͆̽͘P̴̷̧̮͓̙̖͇̤͇̪̜͔͈̝̭̾́̄̉͗͒̈́̈́͑͗L̴̷̡̢̝͓̙̣͎̮̰̠͉̣̞̰͍̫̄̔̐̍͋̌͂̑͂͜Ẽ̵̶̢̳̺͍̣̞̭͔͍͈̳̺͚̪͉̩́͝A̸̵͙̰̫̞̗̙̠̭̘̔́̆̅̏͠S̶̷̢̠̞̘̦̯̼̣̥̩̮̠͉̣̞̰͍̫̏͆̿̆̀̑͂E̵̢̳̺͍̣̞̭͔͍͈͝
I was a simple girl growing up in Ireland. Of course, I grew up pagan with my lovely mother. We really only had each other after my father stepped out on us.
I can’t remember how long ago it was…probably in the 1800s.
But anyways!
I had a lovely life. An excepting mother, and an amazing partner. Everything was so perfect. Just a happy girl with a happy life. It was all I’ve ever wanted.
I lived in a tiny little cottage in Ireland with my mother until I moved to Australia to be with my partner. They were lovely. Their family however…eh…not so much. But that didn’t stop us from loving each other. We still do. ̸̨̡̬̝̼̏͊͆̄͌͘T̸̸̢̛̪͈̦͇̂̓͛͑̏̈́͆̽̆̎̑̚͠o̶̧̡̫͉̲͔͓͛̃ ̸̡͖̙̟͉̓͗͋̽͒͌͆̽̚̕ẗ̶̷̡̢̡͇̱̼̺̝̥͉̠͎̰͚̯͔́̆̐͒̀͜h̷̷̢̢͓̫̬͚̹͓̲̞̳̘̦̒́͗̇͜ͅi̷̶̧̢̻̭̝̺̼̪̙̓́͐͂͛̀̑̉͑̑͒̈́̕s̶̨̛̩̗̖̩͚̗̍̓̓̇͗͒͊̔͛ ̵̛̙͍̝͙͍̟̦̃̀̇̒͆̈͋̏v̸̸̨̲̱̞̼̭̬͙̼̬͙͓̺̬̘̬̾̓͘͜͝e̴̴̢̟̗̣̝̮͚̭̞̣̦͉̊̒͊̾̓̅̈͝r̶̶̖͍͍̮̹̥̲̅̒́̃̐̍̈̽̈̇͒̽̚̚ẏ̶̨̫̘̗̏̑̏́ͅ ̴̗̜̟͔̼̲̽̊͌̽͆͛̊̚̚͜͝d̴̶͙͍͎̬̭̺͎̔͂͛̓̓̈́͐̌̓̆͒̚͝à̶̶͎͔̲̈́͂̓͒̽͌̍̈̽̈̇͒̽̕̚̕̚̚ͅẏ̶̨̫̘̗̏̑̏́ͅ
One day, however…I was walking around in the woods, picking blackberries. When all of a sudden…my vision goes black.
I̵̴̶̞͔̩̘̦̠͍̬͚̓͂̋͌̍̓ͬ͒ͮͩ̍ͭ̌͛̀͒̋́́ ̼̪̙́͊ͮ̾̇͒̉̾̑̌ͩ͢͠ͅc̡ͭ̍̃ͧͨ̏͆ͥ̇̐ͨ̀͠҉҉̻̥̲̝̬̙a̷̓̋̈́̋̒͏̶̠̭̱͙͍̺̥̹̬̦̗̬̼̣̝̗̪͘͝ņ̸̞̞̜͉͖͚̬̠̒ͤ̽͗̎̐ͭ͊ͦͤ̏͌̂̽̍̎̇̓̚̕͟’̢̛̝͖͓̠͚̳̳̠̱̫͈̻̘̉ͤͬ̓̍̽̓͂́͞t̢̞͎̠̼̹̄̄̄ͪ̒ͣ͌̇̒̑ͤ̀ͣ̐͆̆̿̌̚̕͜ͅ ̨̧̺̙̮̬̰̱̠͖͕̻̞̭̼̟͇͔̤͇̖͊̓̿ͣͣ̽̈̀̔̑̀s̀͋̏̉̍͐̊̔ͩ͊ͩ̊ͬͩ͘͝҉̢̟̻̖̖̞̦̲̣̜͚͙̼̪e̯̫̳̼̝̣̯ͯͫͨͣ̆̀̓ͧ́̒̈́͋͆ͬ̓ͬ̄̂͘ͅȅ͂͛ͫ͢҉̷̥̻͓̗͓̳͡͝…̡̢̥̫̭͍̳͚͉̰̲̯̼̰͖̗̖͑͌ͫͅͅi̸̷̠͓̟̬͙̦̗̺̯͓̙̹̼̹̘̤ͨ̓́ͨ̎̉͂̆̀̚t̠̙̩̖̙͍̖̗̭͈͉͇̼͓͍͖͖͒̑̏̓ͯ̽̂͆ͨ̅͘͝͠’̢̨̞͎̗͔͚̬͔̣̞̩̖̞̠̟̮̟̓͑̽̅̅̌ͩs̵̡̟̺͓̣͔̻̮͇͎̠͓̪̞̗̘ͥ̄̓͊̄̄̍͐̓ͣ͆̈́͂̀̕̕ ̸̵̢̧̥̞̲̩͔̪̭̫̩̍͆̒̒͐͒͒ͤ͆d̴̛̘͇͙̳̼̭̫̻̱̼͇̤̬̻̙͍̈́̅͛͋a̸̧̬͖͉̞̜̤̣ͮ͑̉ͤ̊̔̈̃ͧ͂̇̇̎̇̓͒̚͜͝͠r̵̛͍͖̟͓̘̗̻̯̦̻̈́͐̏̿ͬͧ̔̾̎ͯ͌͂̆̄͊͒̀k̴͓̠͉̜͓̦͉̱͙̰̠͇̼̺ͪ͆ͧ͊̄̔͛̿ͫ̐̑ͦͫ̉̏̓̚͡.̖͚̻̭̭̳̳͕̳͖̼ͥͬͪ̅ͪ͌ͣ̉͢͡
I fight. Scream. Beg…
But to no avail.
Then…I’m hit atop the head…and everything’s quiet.
Q̶̸̧̳͔͈͕̠̺̳̤̻̪͚͍̬̣̲ͦ͂ͦ͋͗ͦ̃̔̈́́̔͆̉ͮͦ̄͌̀͠ͅu̢̙̳͖͚̞̣͉̹̲͖̭͒̈́̓ͭ͢͝ͅi̛̛̭̺̟̣̳̫͎̖̩̱̹̞̰̪̬̮̮̪̽̍͐̑̓̓͂̈͒͞e̶̛͈̬̮͕̠̾̃͊̈́ͭ͑ͫ̈́ͥ̂́̄̏ͅt͍̺͓̝͓̹̘͓̲͖͖͎̼̬̃͛͂͂ͦ͂͜͝
It takes a while…at least I believe…but soon…I’m awake.
But…different.
My body glitches…moves by itself…
And I can tell…I’m no longer human.
Time flies…and I learn something I now wish I never was able to do…
Time travel.
Of course…I’m back.
Back with my love…but…
I have to see everything.
I̋̈́ͧ̿̏͊ͧ̋̅̂̿̋̾͛́҉̨̨̗̗̼͚̘͜͞ͅ ̨̢̰̠̟̬̗͓͙̭͇̤̩̘̻͖̮̆ͨ͂̌̑͜ͅh̷̴̻̜̯̠̮͕̹̳̟͈͈͚͙̥̾̐̃̑ͧ͆ͥ̒̿̌ā̵̧̩͚̱̟̦̬̜̤̳͚͓̝̉ͩͩ̂ͮ͛̉͒̈͊̔͊͞͝͡v̨̢͎̟͕͇ͦ͂̄̓̿͢ͅͅe̽̿̃̽͆̽̀͂͆̿̃̓͗ͥ̀͡͏̡̳͖͙̺̘̪͓͕͉̳̞͘ ̶̧̯͔̳̩͙͕̜̪͎̤͙͖̻̭͎ͩ̇̒̂̔͊̿̊͛̐ͭ͑̈́̋ͣ͌͊̏t̴͉̝͍͔̪͎̟͉̘͕̗͔͈͚̰̼̄ͧ͒̒̀́͆ͅo̢͔͉̦͎͇̻̝̪̙̼͙̦̪̮͓̫̓̓̽ͮ̉̔́ͅ ̨̰̠̮͉̰͉͈̳̩̜̱͓͚̞̣͓̣͕̩̈́͆̏͒͒ͮ̄ͨ͒́͘͜s̨̢̧̧͙̬̠̱̀͗ͬ͗̒͂̉́̆́ͅeͮ́́ͥͤ̇̍̓̒̄҉̶͙̜̱̝̞̙̘͙͝ę̵̵̗̠͓̪̼͎̯͎̮͓̜̼̪̳͈̃ͪ̒ͥͥ̈́̂̀̿̐͗̾ͦͤ̌̀ ̎̊̏̽҉̶͏̡̘͕̺̰̦̞̠̭͍̗̯̥̠̙̳̼̯͓̠í̶̲̣̲͇͓̹̇͌̊̆̏ͫ̾́ͅţ̦͚̭͎ͥ̾͛͊̆ͪ͌̓̽̏̊͛̇̈́̉͞͠ ̵̦̣͙̻̖̬͕̺͛̊͌ͦͥ̿ͪ̑̆ͩ͡a̖͖̬̪̙̖̱̓̽̅ͦ̂͐̋̃ͦ̉̅ͧ̎ͩ́͢ͅl̢͈̰͇̝͍̙̹̫̦̞̥̟͈ͥ͗ͥ̍͋̚͞ͅl̵̸̵͖̙̟̗̦͍͙̆͊̽̍̊ͤͪ͜͡.̷̸̩̙͈̥̫̺͕̟̮̞̯̩̭̟̻͎͙̥̣̔̒̋̇ͮ̍ͯ̎͋̃̾͒̿̄̌ͣͫ̒ ̢̛̛̪̘̺͈̮̦̖͇͇͍ͭ̔ͬͮ̊ͥ̃̓̋̃͒̚͜
G̡̺̮͇͍̻͍̦ͫ̓̚͡E̶̘̲̱̝͕̻̺͙̠͚͈̖̰̬̮͓̎̔ͩ͊̽́̀͢͠ͅŢ̷̸̡̙̣͈̲̣̺̥̹̗̦̰̤̪ͥͨ͆ͮ̍̈ͩ̍ͦ́̎̔̔̊̅ͨ̄ͯ ̧̥̰̖͍͍͌̏́̒ͭ͒̈ͩͭͯͫͯ́͟M̟̼̬̩̓ͧ̀̑̍͆̄͘͟͢͡E̳̝̹̺̭̩͖̼̟͔̮̩͚̒̐̅̔ͦ͐̊̀͋̑ͭ̅̌ͯ̏̾̈́ͩ̚͢ ̛̊̓͋̈́ͬͭͯ̀̚͘͞҉͈̟̲̳̯̩͙̭̲̯̲͖O͑̏͊̏̂͆̀ͮͥ͗͏̶̡͍̳̳̻͙͙̣̠̦̙́U̔̏͛͑̉̚͢҉̧̰̲͈͉͓̞͜͝T̢̨̞͖̫͇̝̠̻̤͍͇͉̹͇̺̼̩͙ͥ̂̏̏̆̐͒ͭͨ̌͛ͧ̅̿̊ͨ̋͡!̧̧̫̫̞̫̙̥̮̫̻͇̫̹̤̍̎̾̑ͯ̉͒ͬͥ̆͗͢͞͡ͅ
Introducing…
It was a long…long time ago…
Before that green haired girl.
Before the angry sounding…person.
Before it all.
I lost my baby…
M̴̆ͩ̾̅͗̅ͪ̾҉̷̭̬̫̞̝̳̪̺̝̹̦̯̯̼͈̫̻͡͝ͅy̢̬̯͔̭̦̗̯̫̰̺̞̬͖̳̤̏͗̀̀̿͘͘ ̡̈́̓̒̏͗́ͭ̕͏̟̭̥̪͎̤̠̞̯̹̤̟͉̠b͎̗̝̻̘̰̰͈̘̘̠̹͎̥̏ͥ̉ͥͥ̊ͤ̃̌̍ͪ͑ͥ̒ͮͦͥ̀̕͝a̡͎̱͖͈̞͎͚̻͕͕͓̠̐̎͋̽̈̒̓̅ͮͥͫͫb̷̃̉̈͒͐̅̓̊̊͆́͏̖͕̝̟̠͇̦͉͉̰̭̜͍͖̪̭͘y̶̸͓͍͍̝̰̭̯̦̹̭͗͒̓́ͫͬ̿̅̎̇ͧ͐̉͐ͯ̿ͣ̚͞
Screaming.
Crying.
Fire.
I was accused of witchcraft. And was taken to be burned. No trial. Nothing. I screamed and begged. Begged to be spared. To spare my baby. He wouldn’t be able to survive without me. He’d starve…freeze…
But they never listened to my pleas. They only tied me up…beat me…then…lit the steak aflame. I screamed out. “MICHAL!”
I see my poor baby run into the woods. His terrified face breaking me. I already knew what would happen. I couldn’t fight…
So…
I closed my eyes. But instead of dying…I feel myself be pushed.
Pushed to my baby.
Suddenly, I’m in his little stuffed bunny I made him. I see through its little eyes. My son…he’s scared. He’s crying.
But I’m here.
I’m here, my baby.
Shhh.
I see my son stop by a tree and curl up, hugging his bunny for dear life. And…I hug back.
I’m here.
M̵̪̙̙̩͍͖̣̜̯̻͓͉̯̩͔̈́̉̓́ͦ̓̉̋ͬ́ͅͅỷͯ̾̇̾͋̈́҉̸̵̗͔̮͙̜̞͕̫̳̮ ͓̘̠̹̮͎̻̠̠̺̜̦̜ͬ͂ͥͥ̏ͥ̍̾̑ͪ̑ͧ̽̒ͯ̂̾̐͜͞b͆̅̑ͫ̿ͦ͆͌̂̈́́͛͏̴̱̭̝̯͖͔̮̘̯̤̰͘a̴̵̺͈̠̘̖͙̾ͪ̊ͧͩ͐ͨ̄̇͋̕͡b͔̺̦͚͙͚̥͎̹̺͔͓̺̮̲̝͖̥̌ͦ̾̒̊̈͆̃̆̿ͯ́̚̚͘y͋̅̈́ͮ̈́̀̓͗͘͏͍̜̪̹͇̳̙͚̘̥̺̞̪͔̞͚̗͝ͅͅ
I̵̧̨̼͔̘̰͔̹̻ͦ̃̽̍̈̓ͣ͛ͭ̑ͯ̏ͧ̃̊̚͟ͅ’̷̨̛̖̙͔̻̞̙͎̳̼̘͈̟̞̼̽̔ͮͭͪ͋ͪ͂ͤm̶̢̩̩̻̘̬͓͇̙̗̲͙̣̬̤̟̱͙ͣ̆̆ͨͥͦ̉ͨ̊̊͑̍̓͑͊̃͗̚ͅ ̢̱͕̖̞͍ͦ͐ͥ̃͒́ͭ̉̀ͣ̇̔̈́ͬ͗ͪ̿͝a͐ͭͤ̃̈́̉̋͂͐ͦͩ̎͡҉̹̤̩̥̭̞͈̺͕͎͎͈̗̰̳̠̺̱̦lͫ̌ͬ͛̒̈́̐̈́̾͛̄̓ͮ̚͘͏̦̠͇̰̺̮̭̦͉̤̪̠͠w̦̫̥̰͓̭̫̯̪̳͕̙̙̼͈̭̤̠̣̓͊͒̐̒͂̑̒̇̏̅͐ͧ́̚͜ā̛̙̠̥̗͍̳̖̰̺̗̓̀̑ͧ̌̌̃͌̃̕y̡̦͙̹̝̥̩͈̬̮͎̗̖͖ͩ͂̏̋ͣs̵̸̶̛̬̤̣̳̹̞̤͉̟͓̺̹̹ͫ̐̈́̊̾ ̃̎ͩ̽͂̊҉̡̗̰̣̟̥̣̖̟̠̯̥̠͎̀͝hͨ̈́̏̌̓ͣ͑̾̊҉̶̛͖̳̪͙̝̲̙ͅę͕̺̖̪͕͎̗͙̤̟̥̺̙̖͚̩͓ͬͯ̾́̀ͧ͂̉ͭ́̄̕͞͝ͅr̶̺̮̼͚̬̺̞̩͈̯̈́ͥ͐̾̽̐̅͐ͪ́ͪͮ͠e̛͂ͩ̽̾ͬ͑̄ͥ̈͒̇͒̇̀҉҉̟͓̟̯̲̯̙͉͕̲͚͇͉͉̻̘ͅͅ
(Oh fabulous the bunny has a tragic backstory :0)
(XD yep. But it’s more of a ‘folk tale’. Yk- haunted stuffed animal that’s always with a ghost child. You’ll learn more about that lore soon ;) )
モンスターは怖いですね。
I was born in a scary world. Very scary. Monsters were everywhere.
生き残るための終わりのない戦い。
I learned how to get around the giants world and how to avoid them.
They were known as…grown ups. But not the grown ups you know.
They were monsters.
Tall, hideous beings that longed for blood. Who would do anything to kill. To eat. All they wanted was death. And us children had to try our best to escape. But some of us didn’t survive.
私たちのほとんどは滅びました
It was a battle to even stay out of sight. Some of us were locked up in cages once we got too much meat on our bones. Then, we were eaten.
But…those that survived…turned into monsters. We became the very things we sought to escape. And it was like…those monsters were us. I remember some of them acting like us. Knowing where we would hide. Knowing what we would do. So some of us had to stay away from those creatures completely.
I was called Kiki, because I brought hope.
I was faster than all the others. I was stronger. I was smarter.
But…I was also too lucky. I assume I was chosen.
One day…me and my friends were just trying to escape this world…when we ran into those monsters.
I had to watch as one by one…my friends were captured, murdered, fell to their deaths.
私は彼ら全員が死ぬのを見ました。
But I kept running.
Crying.
Until, I was caught.
But instead of dying…something happened…
There was a bright light that blinded me, and the monster. But then…I was able to leave.
I was free.
I ran and ran…until I came across a huge cottage that was completely falling apart.
Or…so I thought…
Introducing:
It was Geo and Malicites birthday. Mal, Geo’s younger brother, was almost 15, And Geo was turning 17. Geo thought, even if mom wasn't here to see this, she would have been so happy to see her babies grow up. Geo smiles at his younger brother, hugging him from behind. “Hey big guy. Excited?” He asked, smiling.
Mal laughs and nods, “Hell yeah. I'll kick your ass once I’m as tall as you. Jerkwad.” He playfully punches Geo.
Geo laughs, “You could try.”
Mal smirks, “Bet.”
Lucifer, the boy's father, laughed and smiled, “Okay boys, knock it off. Come on.”
Geo huffs, smirking at Mal, and then smiling at his father, “Okay Padre.” He and his younger brother walked over to their father, smiling. Geo’s boyfriend, Damian, had already been there and wished Geo a happy birthday. Along with giving him plenty of hugs and kisses along the way. Geo had enjoyed how respectful Damian was of him. Even when he let the family have their time together.
Mal interrupted Geo’s thoughts with a small box, “Happy birthday, ya big nerd.”
Geo huffed a laugh and smirks, taking the box. “Thanks kiddo.” He jokes, opening the box and gasping. A silver locket sat inside the box, the family initial, A, written on it in fancy lettering. “Oh my gods-” Geo mutters.
Mal smirks, “Quit gawking and look inside the thing.”
Geo smiles, opening the locket to reveal a picture of the whole family, even mom was in the picture. Geo teared up slightly, “Thank’s Mal…” He mutters, putting the necklace on.
Mal smirks, “I gotta give you another gift, now hold up.” He smiles and pulls out a pocket knife. “Made it myself…”
Geo gasps, looking at the designs on the blade as he flipped it open. “Mal I-”
Mal huffs, “Now don’t get all mushy with me.” He smiles, hugging Geo.
Geo hugs back, smiling brightly. “Thanks bro…”
“Hey don’t mention it.” Mal smiles, pulling back.
Geo smiles, grabbing a box for Mal, “I made it…I knew you liked necklaces…”
Mal opens the box and huffs, “Oh my god- how the hell did you make this?!” he smiles, pulling out a necklace with Mal’s name on it.
Geo smiles, shrugging, “Wasn’t that hard.”
Mal huffs, “Showoff.”
Geo smirks, “Say’s the knife maker.”
“Hey you make them too!”
Lucifer chuckles, “Alright boys…relax.”
Geo smiles, punching Mal in the shoulder.
Mal smirks and opens his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a hiss and the smell of gasoline.
Lucifer pauses, frowning as he looks around. He then quickly grabbed the boys and teleported them outside. Or so he thought. Somehow, Malachite didn’t teleport with them, still inside the building as a huge explosion went off. Half of the castle falling in on itself.
Geo screamed, running back inside to save his brother. “MAL!! MAL WHERE ARE YOU!” He looked around in the flames, boards falling down in Geo’s path. “MALACHITE!!”
A yelp was heard not too far away, and Geo ran to where he heard the sound, seeing his brother being pinned by boards, covered in blood. “Ge…”
Geo gasped, rushing to try to get the boards off his brother and failing. “NO! PLEASE!” He grabbed his brother, trying to pull him out and teleport, but somehow, it didn’t work. Geo whined, coughing as the smoke started to fill his lungs.
Mal shakes his head, “Go…take…care of…padre…okay…?”
Geo pauses, staring at his brother. “No…nonono please! MAL!” Tears fell down Geo’s face as he tried harder to get his brother.
Mal frowns, grabbing Geo’s arm, “I love you…” He mutters.
Geo frowns, “Please…please…Mal please I love you too much please!”
Mal pushes Geo back with inhuman strength, making him fly backwards back to the entrance doors. Just as that happened, another giant explosion went off. Flames flew over Geo’s whole left side, scorching his skin. The smell of burnt flesh and gasoline filled Geo’s nose. Black filled Geo’s vision, and he went completely limp, losing all consciousness.
After a while, he started to wake up again, Lucifer, and a few other men and women by his side. He looked around, a ringing in his ears. “Mal…” He rasped.
Lucifer frowns, tears falling down his face.
Geo looked to the rubble of the castle, seeing a few people surrounding a small area. Geo sat up, forgetting about the pain and rushed over to the people, stumbling and almost falling. He pushed his way through the people and gasped. Lying there, buried under the rubble, was a very bloody, burnt and disheveled Mal. The whole right side of his face had been burnt off, now showing some of the skill. The right side of his mouth had been torn, making him look like he had also been attacked. A huge metal beam protruded through the boys stomach, while a wooden plank had fallen to impale his neck. Geo stared in horror, then collapsed onto his knees, screaming in grief. He called for his brother to wake up, but seemingly, this never worked. Geo tried to reach over to his brother, tears clouding his eyes and falling down his face. The tears irritating the burns on his skin. Just as he was about to touch his little brother’s burnt hand, when he blacked out and collapsed.
What seemed like only a dream, Geo yelped, quickly sitting up and screaming. Though his lungs felt tight and heavy, as if he had swallowed weights. Lucifer was right beside his bed, a worried look on his face as he helped his son lay back down.
Geo looked up at his father, “Mal…” he muttered.
Lucifer sighs and closes his eyes, taking Geo’s hand and holding it up to his forehead.
Geo immediately knew what this meant, and let out a cry of despair. His little brother had died.
And he didn’t save him…
But…there was something in his right hand.
A necklace that had the words “Malachite” in beautiful writing, and a burnt note that read in Italian,
“I love you.”
Introducing:
Kiki…my dear…you need to wake up…
The nowhere was something I didn’t quite like. The ferryman however, insisted I come. Every night when I went to bed…the nightmares commenced. It was scary.
I remember laying down…feeling sick and weak…and waking up in the nowhere…seeing these monsters and terrifying beings. But somehow I was strong. Stronger than I was before. I could do anything. I was able to run from the monsters. The only problem is…some kids weren’t as lucky. And I had to witness that. I guess it was bound to happen eventually…some of us were just…too weak.
I remember going to sleep one day…going to the nowhere…and being transported to somewhere…sinister…
It was a fight for survival then. And I don’t think the ferryman knew. If he did…then something more evil was happening than I could ever think of. I had to run…climb…jump…sprint. All the way to the attic. Even then…the mother was at the attic stairs, screaming and clawing. I thought it was the end when I stumbled down those shaking stairs right to the mother…I thought-
Wait.
No.
It was darkness…for a while…then…I seemed to be transported somewhere else. A old…broken down cabin in the middle woods. Glass from the broken windows had been swept aside to create a pathway…and the broken stairs that lead to the house had a huge hole that seemed to consume any light. One wrong move…and I would have been gone. I looked around, then looked up at the rusted door handle. How was I supposed to get in there? It seemed too far up…
I started dragging a pile of planks over to the door, but ended up just getting splinters all in my hands. I gasped and stumbled back, whimpering from the pain. I stared at my hands, tears starting to form in my eyes. “Ow…” I whined.
Suddenly, as if my prayers were answered…the door slowly opened. Light shined upon me and I covered my eyes with my arm. I started backing away as I looked up at the dark glitched silhouette of a woman.
Kiki…wake up, sweetheart…
I gasp awake and look up to see that same silhouette. “Morning, mommy…” I whisper.