Something went Wrong!?

Voice in my head~1

Flashback

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How many years has it been?

The ink dripping..how cold...

If that's so...

Why did Henry get so Angry?

It hurts...

human are amazing" they're colorful creations. Because they are humans they can fulfill your dreams" Liar why are they so concerned about themselves.

Why me?

I had enough, haven't I?
I have Subjected to the coldness of human hearts every single day in the studio.

But that the way it is"
ha ha h-ha I guess so. "It was your fault " I was wrong it was my bad" I guess you were right.
It's not fair...

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Flashback end

I woke up with a pounding headache. The dream I had wasn't exactly a 'dream' so much as it was as nightmare'. It was simply... nothing...

I didn't dream about anything. But all I could hear we're voices in my head, whipers, but I couldn't make out the whipers. Along with those whipers, I had flashbacks that weren't mine, but just before I woke up, I heard a loud voice, someone was shouting.

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Boris don't worry I'll Fix you"
y-you're not Henry. you're a m-
moster.
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Wait a second... Boris? Who is Boris A-Am I Boris and who was that other voice before I could remember the person's name my eyes widened. I tried to get up, my back was almost numb from the pain, which was kind of good , and kind of bad at the same time. Luckily, I got up but I realized I was sitting in the middle of a dark room which was creepy. I swore when I fainted, that I was near a wall, so how did I end up here? There was an ink puddle not far away from me which confused me more.

Sighing, bringing my knees to my chest looking down, not noticing ink drip down my face I didn't even bother to wipe it off I Noticed a axe in the corner of the room.

I went to grab it, it was hard, but I could manage. After all, this isn't the worst thing can happen in a dark creepy room. Once I grabbed hold of the axe, I I'mmediately fell down it was like my body wasn't mine. The axe was just too heavy now due to my back being completely numb to the pain. I couldn't get up now at all, even if I tried my best. I was just giving up. But I couldn't, I need to find someone who could answer my questions I was thirsty. I needed a drink, and some energy. I wasn't relaxed, I was more...Disturbed. Those voices kept coming back to me, and that left me feeling uneasy. I was weak. I couldn't do anything right now except rest. I couldn't even pick up and axe without falling. So that was it, I decided to head to sleep. And that's what I did .

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A/N: I'm sorry if my art style bothers you guy. I just don't like the original art style of Boris. I hope you enjoy the book ;)