Twilight

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Chapter 1: Twilight

???: Have you ever wondered what negative emotions can do to someone? They could drive you insane, make you do bad things, or even transform you entirely. It's currently 2053. We live in a society where everyone transforms into terrifying creatures. And I want to know why.

Inside of a dimly lit apartment room.

A boy is sitting at a desk with a single lamp that is turned on. He has medium length black hair that just barely touches his shoulders. He has pale skin and is quite skinny. He looks quite young. He's wearing a plain white t-shirt with blue jeans. He also has green eyes. He's writing in a notepad. He's holding the pen with his left hand.

Boy: This assignment is really complicated.

The boy looks at a clock on the wall. The time is 11:59pm. The boy sighs.

Boy: I'm exhausted. I haven't slept in days. Or is it months? Years? Oh I can't remember.

The clock strikes midnight. The sound of things being smashed is heard from outside.

Boy: Again? God. I'm so sick of this. This world is awful. There's nothing to live for.

The boy grabs a knife and tries to stab himself in the neck. He stops before hitting his neck.

Boy: Why can't I kill myself? No matter how many times I try, I always just can't. It's not a subconscious thing either. I want to do it. But something is physically stopping me.

Tears drop from the boy's face.

Boy: I just want to die.

More crashing noises come from outside.

Boy: I'm fortunate enough to not have to deal with them that often. They usually don't come here.

The boy puts the knife down and stands up. He looks to be about 5'9. He walks into a kitchen area. He grabs a loaf of bread from a cupboard and takes two slices. He puts them into a toaster and turns it on.

Boy: This assignment is due at midnight tomorrow. I've almost completed it so I might stop for tonight and finish it tomorrow. Oh wait, it is tomorrow. Later then.

The toaster pops the bread up and the boy takes it. He puts the toast on a plate and opens the fridge behind him. He pulls out a pot of butter. He grabs a knife and spreads some butter on the pieces of toast. He takes the plate and walks into the room he was just in. He sits back at the desk and eats his toast. He starts to cry again.

Boy: I hate my life...

???: This world is filled with oddities. Coincidences. Sorrow. Death. And so on. Not everyone can enjoy their life. In reality, everyone hates their life at one point or another. Some more so than others. Negative emotions corrupt everyone. No matter what. Sadness, anger, regret, jealousy. It all counts. That is what forms a special energy within you. We call it, "Twilight".

Boy: What is so special about me? Why am I not like them?

He stands up again and stands in the middle of the room.

Boy: I don't know what is wrong with me.

There's a few moments of silence.

Boy: Maybe I can-

The window behind him shatters. He turns around and sees a terrifying creature made of darkness. It's about 6 foot and 5 inches tall and looks to be wearing a blackish grey mask in the shape of a pentagon with a red gem in the middle. It has eye holes on the mask and its eyes are small and yellow. It has the posture of a Gorilla but is more hunched over.

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