I was walking through the streets. I had a blade hidden in my hands. This town that my college is, is being plagued every single day. There were people polluting every corner. I feel like I'm the wipe. I wipe these stains off permanently. There shouldn't be anybody who pollutes my town.
"Drug dealers in that corner." My Shadow points.
I turn. I let out a chuckle. I turn. I walk into the corner. I see them. Big men. Each had a hat and were smelling of pot.
"Ooh, looks like we got a new costumer." The first man said.
"What'd want? We have some of the finest pot." Another said.
They showed me the box. I examine it. I quickly stab the guy's hand with my blade. I rip it out. I let out a chuckle. He draws back screaming.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" He yells.
The others take out guns.
"Guns can do little on me." My voice echos and sounds statics.
My eyes glow red. My shadow appears behind me. Deer horns were growing out of it. They draw back shaking.
"W-w-w-hat, are you?" One stammers.
"I am a nightmare." I answer.
I charge. I slice the other one multiple times. Thousands of times. His blood splashes onto my face. I smile at the other one. He shakes and shoots. My Shadow blocks it the bullets enter his body, but nothing happens. He charges. Tentacles shoot out from his chest. They tie around him.
"P-p-lease!!" He yells.
"Hahahaha!" I laugh maniacally.
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HorrorThis is kind of a Fanfic about the Radio Demon's past. I got the inspiration from the comics on this and I'm taking some of their ideas but I'm changing them slightly. Alastor had an abusive childhood, and his dad was a really bad one. I'm highlight...
