It began long ago. How many have died since that time? Too many. Where should I begin? I have no idea. Let's start with a wish and the greed of Humans. What is the desire, the want for power, nothing but power and money. And that wish leads to chaos...
The Y.C.U. was an old college campus; there were plenty of green and brick buildings. It would have calmed Flos, but her senses were too strong, and the smell of death filled her nostrils. Her eyes could detect the sadness and anger lingering in the shadows of trees, bushes, and buildings. ' I bet using the bathrooms here is unpleasant.' she thought while a shiver ran up and down her spine. Flos quickly found the Administration building; she walked through the doors only to see a dead ghost looking down at the Receptionist's desk. 'Don't make eye contact, don't make eye contact...' Flos started nervously muttering to herself.
'And I have officially made eye contact with the ghost!!!' Flos screamed to herself. The Receptionist immediately noticed Flos and gave her a big bright smile, encouraging her to come forward. Flo's approached her calmly so the ghost would leave her alone.
" Hello dear, how can I help you?" -R "Yes, I would like to join this Y.C.U." -F "Of course, dear. Just tell me your age, name, and your old Y.C.U region. After handing me, you're Y.C.U. I.D. card and tell me the unit number?"-R "Well, I... This is my first time joining."-f
Flos felt pretty embarrassed; she didn't know why either. It's not like she wanted to join. If anything, she didn't. The Receptionist was stunned; the careful facade she had created almost fell apart. It made sense to Flos; most kids by the age of ten wanted to join immediately. This confused the Receptionist quite a bit. "That's fine, dear. Let me grab the paperwork for you to fill out. Alright?" "Yes, that's fine," Flos replied.
The Receptionist returned quickly and handed over the forms for Flos to sign. Flos had finished two sheets of paper when she decided to stretch her neck. She looked up at the receptionist and noticed something different over there. But she couldn't put her finger on what it was. She looked back down at the forms she needed to fill out and began working on it.
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