𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝?~~ Madness Combat oc lore

PROLOGUE

Silence settled in the room, cold and harsh like a winter storm. It was an unpleasant silence, one that most would want to break but can't. The kind of silence that told you something was very wrong, but alas nothing could be done about it.

A boy sat in his room. He was 8 years of age, obsessed with cowboys. The room was quiet other than his quiet happy chatter, he was playing with action figures. How sweet. A cowboy saving his maiden from a tribe of Indians. Classic. Alone in the room, his bed neatly made and his shelves filled with various things. Knick-Knacks, toys, books, and then one. A single shelf with messy papers stacked in it. Notebooks and crayons as well. What was all this?

The boy continued his little game. It had a sweet ending. The Indians freed the girl, the cowboy and his friends made an agreement with the Indians that they wouldn't hurt each other anymore. They even had a party with wild animals joining in to add to the fun. The boy had such a vivid and wild imagination, his spirit strong. He would grow up to do great things, for sure. He threw the figures up in the air happily, making the sound effects of a strong gust of wind. What was he doing?

Then the door opened. A tall woman with an hourglass figure and red hair stared in the room.

"Alexander what are you doing making all that noise?!" She asked with such confusion and annoyance stinging her tone. The boy looked up as the color drained from his face. He knew he was in trouble. "I was playing, mom-" He said shyly, but only to be cut off. "Don't play so loud! You almost disturbed your father! He's in an important business call with your uncle Xavier." She scolded. The boy nodded and hung his head.

The woman walked out of the room with a slam of the door. Was he really being that loud? He didn't know, but his fun had been ruined. Such a shame. He looked so happy to be playing that little scene out. He decided to clean up the figures and put them in the bin they belonged in. A new idea came to his head instead. He looked to the shelf and grabbed two toy revolvers off it. They clicked when you pulled the trigger, and the cylinders came out. They even had plastic bullets to put in the cylinder as well.

The boy smiled and scooped up the fake plastic bullets he kept out of the guns, quietly walking out. On his way out the door he grabbed a cowboy hat off the table next to the door and marched downstairs. He made his way past the kitchen where his dad was talking with his friend, through the living room, into the garage and to the back yard. Perfect. He could pretend he was shooting something with an actual gun, practicing his tricks and his aim. He would never hurt a living person though, that's just cruel!

"Bang! I gotcha!" He would exclaim, his excitement bubbling up again. His mom wouldn't be able to hear him all the way out here! He continued "shooting" random things in the yard. A smile plastered onto his sweet little face. Aww, how adorable. He spun the revolvers around his small and delicate fingers, spinning them rather stylishly. He obviously did this a lot.

A child walked up to the fence from next door. "Hi Alexander!" The girl would say. She was small with long blonde hair, blue eyes and pink glasses. She was about 7, maybe 7 and a half. "Hi Lucy!" He would say. His voice high and proud. "Can I come over and play today?" She would ask as she rested her arms on the top of the fence. Her head resting on it's side on her arms.

"I can ask my mom if you can!" The boy would say as his gray eyes were littered with joy. The girl nodded as he ran inside yet again. Oh boy, now he has to find his mom. He searched the house, not finding her. He assumed she was in her room, so he trekked up the stairs to the second floor of the house. Hopefully she wasn't angry with him any more.

The boy knocked on the door gently. "What is it?" A voice would call from inside the room. Surely enough it was his mom. "Lucy wants to come over again, can she?" He asked. He didn't want to sound like he had his hopes up, he knows how his parents work. "Yeah just be quiet!" She said in a rather annoyed tone. He smiled wider, his heart fluttering at acceptance for once. Usually he had to catch his parents off guard to get anything.

The child ran down the stairs and to the back yard, swiftly but hastily. He hopped off the back porch and over to the fence where Lucy waited. "My mom said yes!" He said with such joy. It was rare for him to be able to play with his friends so when he was able to it was a blessing.

The girl ran back to her own house to notify her own parents. Luckily her parents knew their neighbors and liked them a lot. They were shielded from the things that actually happened there thankfully. The boy these two people had wore long sleeves and pants all the time for a reason.

A minute later the girl returned, using the gate that led straight to the back yard to enter. She walked into the yard with a few toys of her own. She was excited to come over again but not as excited as the boy was.

The two played in the back yard for an hour or two before it got hot. Really hot. It was the middle of June and it got hot in South Colorado. The two children went inside of the boy's house. It was nice and cool in there. Thank you air conditioning! They marched up to the room where the boy dwelled most of the time. They both got a collection of toys and put them together. They set up a town made out of blocks and terrain made of plastic. It was the perfect setup.

The little girl liked playing with Western characters just as much as the boy did. They played for hours in that room, their chatter and giggling filling the room. The sweet perfume known as happiness flooding the air.

After the clock struck 4 it was time for the girl to leave. She did, reluctantly, and left Alex alone again. He sat down in his room. Alone. Again..