basically i just had a fucking amazing story idea pop up and i have to write it, it's my skelesona but as a kid and all that stuff, i won't give any juicy lore here, just read it
+ MEANS PLATONIC, × IS ROMANTIC JUST TO BE CLEAR
Hi Void here so before we jump in here's what the boi looks like as a kid, the design will change later on throughout the story.
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Anyways let's hop in y'all! The goggles are supposed to look cracked, i tried ok Also it'll be talking like it would to a reader, so i guess you guys can immerse yourself into it. He's currently 4 btw. ---------------------------------------------
You lived in a peaceful world. One filled with music and dance left and right, and you were strumming away on your small ukulele. It wasn't much, but you managed to learn to play Soldier, Poet, King all on your own.
Once again you were plucking the strings of your beloved music instrument, before explosions and screams were heard close by. It all went blurry from there, and you remember 3 figures approaching you, one picking you up as they spoke.
"What do we do with the kid? They'll be in danger if we leave them here or take them with us!", spoke the one who lifted you up, mostly dressed in yellow and having a gold crown, his touch making you feel all warm and giddy inside.
"Put them in the anti-void, we'll go back for them later." Another one announced, carrying a paintbrush on his back and having many colorful vials.
"BUT INK-" The shortest one started, wearing a blue bandana and referring to the one with a paintbrush before getting cut off by said individual.
"No buts, we have no time now put them in the anti-void so we know they're safe while we fend them off. Now throw the kid in, Dream." 'Ink' commanded to the one holding you, apparently known as Dream.
'Dream' then carried you a bit farther away where he opened a portal which showed nothing but an empty slate inside, sighing as he put you down in there. You immediately started to miss the warmth of his touch.
"I promise I'll come back for you little one. Stay put."
You reached out to him with grabby hands before the entryway suddenly disappeared, and you were left there with nothing. Nothing to see, nothing to hear, nothing to do.
You immediately wished that you had your ukulele with you as you already started to miss the music filled atmosphere your world provided.
But, you sat there, and waited.
Seconds turned into minutes. Minutes turned into hours. Hours turned into days. Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into M O N T H S.
You couldn't ever tell when it was night and when it was day, cause it was all just constantly pure white.
At this point, you'd cried so much that you started to feel numb, no emotion at all. You didn't even want to hum, as it would bring back the painful memories of the joy of your world that you missed and oh so craved at the moment.
You stared at the cracked goggles in your hands, remembering how you were playing in the woods, fell and hit your face on a rock, causing the cracks they now have.
