𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝?~~ Madness Combat oc lore

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The fourth wasn't a pleasant day, I remember that. The fifth wasn't any better though. I'm not saying it was worse- oh who am I kidding it was a lot worse! I hated it! I hated it so fucking much! That was one of the worst days of my childhood!

Alex had stopped crying into his knees after a little while. By the time he finally looked up and quit sobbing it was getting dark. His parents were still hanging out with their friends, loud laughter and talking still bellowing from the living room, trailing to the air inside Alex's room. Inside his head. When will this be over?

The boy sighed and dried his face. He stood up and wiped his eyes with a sniffle. He needed that. He didn't want to admit it but he needed that a lot. He decided since he was done crying he would occupy himself for now. The boy walked over to his shelf and took out some of his action figures.

He did like to occasionally play by himself still, just not as much as when he was younger. He sat down on the floor and set up some sort of house. One much like his own. He took out three figures; a man, a woman, and a werewolf. Werewolf? Who was this gentleman?

The werewolf clearly wasn't the one who Alex represented himself as. For some reason..

He put the werewolf and the woman in the lower parts of the house, and the man in a room on the second floor. What's he doing there. The man laid down on the floor. He seemed bored. The werewolf and the woman were doing other things. The woman cleaned up the house, and the werewolf watched tv or spoke on the phone. The woman also spoke on the phone with him.

The whole time the third sat in his room.

Ignored.

Lonely.

Neglected.

Alex completely ignored the person on the second floor of this make believe home, only doing things with the other two. And then they went to sleep. But the third was awake. He was walking around now. He was doing things silently. The boy was silent the whole time the third figure did anything. Deathly silent.

The woman suddenly was put into action! But why? Who knows. The woman walked out to the kitchen where the man was standing by the sink. His arms were over it. He was doing something, but it couldn't be made out exactly what he was doing.

The woman turned him around and and yelled at him. He was silent though. This isn't good, now is it? After she was done she instructed he went back to bed. The two of them walked upstairs and to their own rooms. The woman went into her own bed and went to sleep. The man however walked over to his and sat down on the edge of it. He didn't lay down and sleep, oh no. He sat there. Lifeless.

Seems as though the poor man can't sleep. Or maybe he was thinking. What could he be thinking about this late, the stars and the moon? The thing he left in the kitchen? It's all a mystery, but not for Alex. Alex knew what this man was thinking and what he was planning. Maybe he was planning that too.

The man finally laid down and rested, but not too long the other two got up again. Doing what they usually do. The boy stopped dead in his tracks, and set the toys down. He was only making himself feel more stressed by doing this. So he stopped and put his toys away. He didn't want to hurt his own mental state. His birthday was tomorrow, he needed his mental stability for that.

After a bit of cleaning up around his room, Alex walked over to his shelf and picked out a notebook and some colored pencils. He set it all down on his desk and doodled. He liked to draw despite being bad at it, he never showed it off but he liked doing it. He had a pretty wild imagination and he let it loose when he drew, so it was a blessing to be able to draw in the first place.

He didn't care how accurate things looked, nobody else but him would see it anyways. Nobody else would care to see it. As long as it looked right to him then it looked right. He drew the most bizarre scenes, they made sense but at the same time they didn't. They weren't happy scenes though. They used to be happy, and nice and cheerful too. Now all the scenes are sad and gloomy.

The boy didn't stop though. He kept drawing his heart out. He hummed along with it, noticing that some sort of music was playing downstairs. Since he had access to it, he played some of his own music quietly through his ipod. He let this fuel his imagination more as he drew. He hummed to the music a little louder.

His mood had improved a good amount by now. He had drawn multiple pages of a story, one that he had been working on for a week now. It was a comic about characters going through wacky situations that wouldn't ever happen in real life. How cute. He wasn't near finished though. He kept going in hopes of finishing by the end of the night, although that wasn't very likely.

The boy noticed it was dark out. His parents were drunken downstairs, so much so that they had forgot about dinner. Ah that's alright, Alex's appetite was ruined anyways from the crying he did. He stopped drawing from his wrist hurting, throbbing with pain even, and put the pencils back in their box. He made a lot of progress tonight. He was proud.

He put the items neatly back on their shelf and powered off his ipod. He put that away too- how organized is this kid? Jeez. Afterwards he stumbled over to his bed and flopped down face first into it. He sunk into the warm arms of relaxation at last, deciding to go to bed early.

Tomorrow is another day. Hopefully a peaceful one..