Mental's Past

From Humble Beginnings

As the sun loomed over the horizon, its warm rays stretched across the sleeping land, illuminating the deadly quiet sand dunes. It seemed like the start of a peaceful day, but in this world, peace only came to those who died.

The cavern roof trembled and shook, loose sediment and small rocks descending upon the panicking Steve's. The leader's and guards were doing their best to evacuate everyone, but no one was prepared for an attack. The Last Steve Kingdom was their only refuge the Steve's had, and with the enemy waiting outside they felt this was the end. They had been found by their enemies, the Soul Eater and his 3 minions Corrupt, Fallen, and Ruin and his soulless army. With one final loud crash a chunk of the ceiling collapsed, crushing and trapping any Steve's unfortunate enough to be standing there. The Leaders and the Guards stood up front, the rest of the Steve's fleeing and hiding. Down descended the Soul eater, basking in the moment, a proud smug look on his face. He began his grand monologue of how he would finally get rid of the Steve's resistance, then he'd take down Void and rule this ruined world. The Steve Leader stood front and center, challenging Soul Eater. Despite his bold words, every one present knew the outcome of this confrontation. The Steve's had no hero, no great weapon, no one, and nothing to defend themselves against power the likes of which the Soul Eater possessed.

A lone Pink Steve watched in horror as Corrupt, Fallen and Ruin defeated all of the leaders, the Soul Eater not lighting a finger to help. With the leaders gone, the army descended on the Last Steve Kingdom tearing into any Steve they came across. A lump formed in the Steve's throat, he slowly and quietly backed away and made his way outside of the kingdom. He tried his best to slip away, but some falling sand gave him away, the Soul Eater quickly spotted him, a devilish grin forming. Pink Steve's heart sank like a rock in the Ocean, fear paralyzing him momentarily. The Soul Eater then flew up, approaching the petrified Pink steve. His heart beat hammered in his ears, an overwhelming sense of dread filling his very core. He found the strength to run, and he ran as fast as his legs could take him. He fled away from the kingdom, away from the horrendous screams of his fellow Steve's, into a nearby forest. He hesitantly stole a glance behind him and immediately regretted it. The Soul Eater was hovering above the treeline, striking lightning down laughing with maniacal glee as Pink ran even faster fueled by pure terror and adrenaline. He ran dodging lightning strikes and blue flamed fireballs, he tried his best to get away, and he was starting to think he would, until he ran out of space to run. Pink found himself standing before a massive cliff, the drop was so far he couldn't see the bottom. Pink Steve turned around, about to run back into the trees, but to his dismay the Soul Eater landed, blocking any path of escape. Time seemed to slow down as the Soul Eater taunted him. He could jump and hope the fall didn't kill him, or die by the Soul Eater's hands, neither sounded very pleasant, he was trapped between a rock and a hard place. The Soul Eater then spawned a massive fireball, raised his hands above his head, and with him whispering good-bye, hurled it at the Pink Steve. The ground he was standing on charred and crumbled apart, throwing Pink off the side of the cliff with a blood curdling scream. The Soul Eater, content with his work, left, not bothering to check if the Steve had lived or not, missing on the strange warping noises that came from the bottom of the cliff.