as it was | will byers.

prologue.

IN WHICH the story starts here.

frederick couldn't recall the day he's ever seen the sun.

the place he lived in has always been this dark and empty. there has never been a day where the atmosphere wasn't as grim and creepy, and though he sometimes questioned it, no answer was given to him.

well, more like no one could answer him. in this world, it's always been him against the world.

often that he'd ask why there was no one else in the place he resides in. did the world end, and somehow he survived and lost his memories? if so, will he ever be able to get them back? and why was he the only one that survived?

questions after questions would pass through the young boy's mind, and he wonders, how has he not gone insane yet?

surely, being alone for what he thought to be at least four, or five years would make any person lose their sanity?

another thing that made him question his existence was the fact that he had.. abilities. it was the only thing that kept him alive for so long, against monsters that he didn't know the name of. monsters who almost had the same level of intelligence as a man.

monsters who, if one was covered in blood, would stop at nothing to get their hands on you. frederick had to learn that the hard way.

and though he wanted to know why he has the abilities to do things the way he did in order to survive, he wasn't going to pretend having said power was a burden.

he would've died a long time ago if it weren't for his handy-dandy powers.

even so, after all the adrenaline disappears — at the end of a day, frederick asks himself if it was really worth living in this world. so alone, so empty.. so dangerous. it's not like he had anyone to live for. he had nothing to live for.

the only thing that kept him going was the curiosity of his own being, as well as the world he resides in.

and so, he spent a quarter of the few years he was thrown into this world with no recollection of what his life had been about before, wandering. wandering around in between lands, houses, buildings that should be filled with life but somehow was as empty as every other place frederick has ever visited.

it was pathetic. it was unfair. but he kept on going. he convinces himself that it'll be worth it — that one day, he'll get the answers to the questions that remained at the back of his mind.

and once he did, maybe then he'll find another meaning to life. maybe then he'll finally be satisfied and he could.. cease to exist. he hadn't really thought of what to do, and so he lets his mind rest for a bit.

there were times that the boy would hear echoes of voices. like they were being carried by the wind, like they were right where he was, but he couldn't see them. the first time he heard the voices, he had quite the scare of this life. it took him a whole day to convince himself that he wasn't insane, that he didn't make those voices up, that the world he was in wasn't just a figment of his imagination after going insane.

maybe he was. he couldn't tell. but the voices that haunted him rarely ever sounded the same — so he thought to himself, how many voices could his mind make up? surely not a lot. he couldn't remember the last time he heard an actual person speak; well, he couldn't remember anything at all. but that thought made him believe that there were really other people out there.

he would listen closely, following the voices as they went. he'd try to talk to them, but rarely has he ever gotten a response that made sense to him.

"did you hear that?" frederick hears a voice whisper around him.

"hear what? you farting?" another voice responds.

the boy didn't admit it, but he longed to have a conversation with someone. he didn't know if he ever had friends or a family, and it made his heart ache. he wanted to have a conversation with someone, he wanted to share fun secrets with anyone who shares the same sentiments as him. he wanted to find someone he could have a crush on.

he wanted to feel things. things that didn't include sadness, panic, anxiety, fear — all the negative emotions.

frederick couldn't remember the last time he felt happy, either. most of the time, he just felt numb. other times, he felt determined, garnished with a feeling of intellect. but none of them was happiness.

he sighs in disappointment, the bitter feeling creeping around his heart.

maybe there'll be a day where he had someone to do those things with, regardless if they were a girl or a boy. maybe one day, he'd be able to feel happy. he'd be able to tease people. but unfortunately for him, that day won't be anytime sooner.

..or so he thought.

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cyph speaks! just a short little shitty intro tbh nothing much,, dont forget to drink water everyone <3