You stand before a charnel house. You have sent dozens of innocent bystanders to die at his hands. However, their deaths will not stop you, after all, they have not stopped you before.
You see him exit the once-home. His fists smeared blood, and my face masking his own. You taunt him, mock him, and inumerate his sins. He does not acknowledge your attempts to goad him into making the first move.
And so, you do.
You fight him, and for a while you have the upperhand. Unfortunately for you, however, the Human would not be so easily defeated.
Every punch and kick he throws whittles you down until you are at his mercy.
As he stands over you, you tell him that you won't beg for your life.
"Good," he says.
Your death is not swift or painless.
He caves in your skull, snaps your limbs like twigs from a dead tree, and leaves your body to burn inside the once-home.
If you were alive, you would want for a restart.
However, there are no restarts. At least not for you.
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Remnant's Calling
FanfictionJacket, a name that struck fear into the hearts of many, but stood as a martyr to some. In truth, however, he was a man who was manipulated into deeds that would lead him into the confines of a prison. Which, upon the success of his mysterious puppe...
