Prologue

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All your life, you were just a simple child. Didn't complain, didn't need, didn't whine. Nevertheless, your parents didn't pay much attention to you.


3:30pm, Friday.


You were walking home, a sickly feeling in your stomach. It doesn't feel good. Like a strong sense of 'don't enter the house.'  

But there was that feeling everyday, and it was only your drunken father on the sofa sitting with his friends, playing poker. Sometimes he'd ask you to bring him another case of beer. You were glad neither of your parents took drugs though, this could be better. 

Your mother recently was hit in the head with a glass bottle by your father in a drunken rage. He had never...ever....regretted it, killing her.


It's not like you care. Both of them were assholes and you knew it. 


You stand at the front door, fumbling in your pockets for your keys. 


There they are. 


You open the door slowly. Your father is standing there, seemingly...sober.


"Hey...Dad. Is there something you need..?" You say, trying to look brave.

"I'm...disowning you. Your stuff is packed up, here." He hands you a suitcase, and with no light in his eyes, you didn't dare say a word. 


"I..." You were speechless. But maybe that was what the churning feeling in your stomach was pointing at. 


"Bye, Dad." You tried to put on a smile, but tear up and quickly leave. The door slams shut, and there is no noise left from inside the house. 

For a couple days, you slept near a large tree with a golden banner on it. In the next week, a skeleton dressed in purple and gold came up to you slowly and seemed to be slightly shaking.


"Do you...need..help?" He asked, stuttering.

"Oh..yeah..I don't have a place to stay, my dad kicked me out.." I reply, looking up at him.


We became friends.  He told me his name was..Night. 


                                                                                 Interesting name.


End prologue. 


THANKS OSPDIJFPSODFJESFJ for reading this long alr lmao hahah


idk im 24/7 high on air 

im sorry is the writing bad

i'll write more next time this is just a PrOlOgUe


THANKS AGAIN BYE- 

-author

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