Loving of Stories

Surviving the Horror Game with Love - ????

{WARNINGS FOR THE READERS!!!! It may have topics that can be sensitive or disturbing to readers. Abuse, bullying, and other various issues will be touched upon and used. This is fiction, not a biography. Please be mindful of the topics as you read.}

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"You Damn Brat!!!!!"

He flinched as he felt his 'mother' beat his weak and fractured skeleton body. He watched her with blank eye lights to see the utter fury and disgust deep in her orbs. Her vivid honey eyes glared daggers into his curled-up form as he saw from the doorway his 'sibling' looking at it with cruel intent.

It was always the same routine.

For as long as he remembered, he was an abomination in everyone's views due to his coloring. He wasn't the typical white of a natural skeleton monster, but a black skull with redbones and tipped hands of yellow and red. Blue markings dripped from his red eye sockets. A single white dot along with a yellow with a blue ring on the inside for eye lights. He was the abomination due to his 'demonic' looks.

No one helped, due to all believing he was the child of a devil or demonic entity. Beatings became the norm, he wasn't allowed anything to eat or to even learn skills for his betterment. He learned them of course when his 'sibling' showed they never wanted to study. And his 'mother' forced him to help his 'sibling' with anything they desired. He was the scapegoat in their lives with no intention of him escaping.

So, he just lay on the floor as his 'mother' finished moments later and then left with his 'sibling' to somewhere else. Likely going to the movies for something stupid. So he just laid on the floor as he felt his magic heal him with no problem as nothing remained of the beating. He sat up with no care as he decided to walk in the forest behind their home.

Maybe he could even be killed?

What a hopeful construct.

"Star? Are you okay?"

He looked at another skeleton monster around his age standing in front of him. They looked normal and even cute due to their younger appearance but their eye sockets were breathtaking. While they held no eye lights, their entire eye sockets were a moving galaxy that called to him.

He was the friend he always wanted.

He felt a small smile bloom on his face as he looked at the other. He never learned their name but he always called them his Savior. As they saved him and brought him salvation in this form than anything else. As long as he held one being on his side, he would ignore the world completely for his own savior.

"It was just the daily thing, Savior."

They looked saddened as they looked down at the ground with a pout. He just simply went up to the other and hugged them. He relaxed into their hold as they hugged him back. It was just a simple gesture but it brightened everything in him.

It was his slice of Eden.

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"Look it's the Demonic Skeleton..."

"Eww, he looks disgusting..."

"I heard his name is Error. Truly a very deserving name."