❝𝐖𝐡𝗼 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝗼𝐮?❞
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What if there existed a character who desired to kill all the constellations in the world of Ways of Survival?
The Constellation Killer exchanged the memories of his life and identity for the sake of his revenge, even...
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TWENTY LIAR
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A child sat alone at the edge of a desolate abandoned bridge, covered in bandages, cut lips, and a growing bruise on his eye.
His small beaten purple legs swung in the cool air, emotionless eyes gazing at the flowing water beneath him. Right beside the child was a black shadowy figure, taking on the form of a boy.
The shadowy figure spoke, their voice glitched and ominous.
"You did it again."
The child paused.
"You're all alone now, again."
His face devoid of emotion glanced at the shadowy figure taking on his image.
"Isn't it funny?"
The figure seemed to grin, it was a smile full of teeth.
"All you'll ever have is yourself, and you don't even like yourself."
The child stared at his other half, pitch black as if void of color, and filled with the dark thoughts he suppressed. He didn't speak, or perhaps it was better to say he simply couldn't.
Because the words being spoken were coming out of his own mouth.
"He doesn't love you. No one loves you."
He smiled. Not because he was happy, but because no one has ever told him what expression he should be playing right now. All he knew was that he wished he could kill this part of himself that screamed at him.
"Not even you love yourself."
The words he's managed to suppress this long came out fluidly, it was the so deeply embedded self loathing in the form of a shadowy figure constantly behind him no matter how hard he ran away.
"Didn't I tell you? Didn't everyone tell you? From head to toe, you are unloved and unlovable."
All he's ever known is violence, from birth to now, to death, that is the only thing he's ever known, and ever will be. He cannot escape it, as that same violence and apathy he directs at others was also deeply ingrained into himself.
No one would love someone like that. He was just too optimistic, too immature, and ignorantly hopeful, to believe what he has always been told.
