No one likes to be alone, no one wants to be alone. So why shouldn't Spamton get any friends? Why should he be left in the dust to wallow in his own sadness growing ever more insane as the days go by? One day, a cloaked girl just so happens to walk...
Hey everyone! Alright so just got something to say before I give ya this chapter: updates are probably going to be a bit slow, why you ask? Welp, funds are low and I currently don't have internet (and for a little while maybe about two to three weeks"and right now I'm sitting at a friends house to get internet. Don't worry (if you are) I will continue to write chapters and post them when I can.
Anywhosle, I hope you enjoy (vote and comment if ya want) and have a great day (P.S don't be a potato.)
BEFORE I GO. . . have art:
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The world was dark, smoke filled the air around her, the ground felt almost like it could tumble out from under her.
This was not a place she knew of, it felt like a fever dream, nothing was there to greet her but the ever growing darkness.
Darker yet darker.
She walked forward, covering her face with her hood as she went. A constant thought pierced her mind:
'Would this darkness ever end?'
Then.
It did.
But not all at once.
That would be too easy.
A figure stood in the shadows in front of her, the figure's hands outstretched towards her. As Fona walked closer, she could see more figures all in the same position, all different creatures, a few were human.
They were all still, no movement was among them.
They were almost like statues.
She walked into the mass, and looked at each face, she recognized none but one.
Among the smaller statues, Spamton's face was spotted, his eyes wide with fear. His hands held in surrender.
Whenever she moved, she swore that each set of eyes moved to look directly at her.
Fona rubbed her left temple, and turned around. When she did, all the statues turned to a fine dust, floating on non-exist wind.
Fona felt nothing, for any of those statues. . . Even for the statue of Spamton.
And it scared her
"That's because you're a cold blooded killer, Fornora, you always have been"
Fona jumped, turned around and was met with a strange face.
Cracks ran all across their stone like face. Their eyes were nothing but holes. Their mouth was sewn shut.
The lips moved.
"And we had to take precautions, we had to make sure you wouldn't turn on the job."
