Inside a place so gloomy and dreary.
A figure on his knees was tired to a pole. Entirely tied up in a mess of tight ropes. The dark figure was slumped.
Footsteps echoed in the empty chamber. A man with curly black hair approached. He stayed at a distance from the figure. As if even being a meter near would bring filth to his shoe.
"...ha..." He half laughed and half sighed. To tired of everything to even try. Words don't work. Actions won't work. No drastic measures has ever worked. So...
Why try?
...
He raised his head slightly.
Just slightly. Amber eyes closed. He sighed. He had no more hope. The last wick had finally run out. Nothing for flame to cling unto any longer.
"If you can't be nice..." He paused.
He thought. Gathered his words in a neat line.
With a bow.
He smiled.
Why not make this fun.
If he was going to die. He would die with a bang. With drama worthy of a stage drowned in spotlights.
This was his stage.
And he would own it.
Not. The man before him.
"If you can't be nice to others." He raised his head slowly.
"If you can't be nice to yourself." Eye contact was made.
"Why would you be nice to everything else?"
He was smiling. A soft smile. The smile he always used when trying to comfort his brothers.
His eye was a lively green. The left one that was numb. Blind. An attack that happened when he was young. An attack...
The man before him was behind.
Panic and fear flooded his eyes.
His hand trembled.
The bound boy screamed in pain before he saw the knife.
There was now a knife below his stomach.
The man had thrown it in fear.
Everything he had done was because of fear.
The knife had metal. A tree was killed for the handle.
The boy closed his eyes. Breathing heavily, the pain was numbed.
He needed to be fast.
The knife was thrown back.
The boy, just barely in young adulthood. His friends helped him stand. They weren't visible. He was healed.
He looked at the man. Fear painting his tired face.
The boy was smiling. He was standing.
He was no longer human.
He was a god now.
His friends are too.
"'Smiles make everything better.'" The me god quite in a soft singing voice.
The man ran.
The god smiled. His eyes were crinkled. He was having fun.
There second passed.
The god chased.
The chase was thriling. It was fun. The new god bumped into the wall several time. But that didn't stop his giving laugh.
He was finally having fun. After year's he was finally letting loose.
No more pressure.
For he was dead.
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One-shot Randomness
RandomRandom scenes that may or may not be related to each other. There will be one-shot of my own characters and sometime fandoms (DreamSMP) as well. Angst, Fluff, Shenanigans, and others. I often imagine random scenes happening about my characters so I...
