A/N: Okay, I was going to update at my uncle's but I just COULDN'T resist! I get a little too excited about the stories I write sometimes! Whether it be a fanfic online or one of my personal fanfics in one of the countless notebooks that lay around in my room, I just can never hold back when I get excited or upset!
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Umm... Let's just get to the story! XD
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There was a puff of black smoke and the next thing you knew, you were standing in the middle of an abandoned-looking amusement park. Your enemy was nowhere to be seen, which was a bit of a relief, but you didn't want to think about that. No, you had to focus on the task at hand: find a way out of this place.
You looked around, seeing teddy bears hanging by their necks in booths and black and white circus tents. A few old and rusty rides were scattered here and there; and had it not been for the putrid odor in the air, you could have overlooked the overall creepiness of it and said it was an ordinary abandoned amusement park.
"Ugh..." you gagged at the smell.
'It reeks! What is that disgusting smell?!' you wondered.
"It's...-caying fl-...childr-...he has...-led..." Stormy's voice echoed in your head, sounding far away and distorted.
"Stormy! I can barely hear you! What's going on?!" you yelled like an idiot, hearing your sister's voice.
"I...-n't kn-..." she replied. "I...-n't com-...-ell... Someth-...-essing w-...conec-..."
"Stormy! I can't understand! What are you trying to tell me?!" you shouted.
No response.
"Stormy?" you asked, concerned.
"...-UN!!! RUN!!! R-..." she screamed.
'Run...?' you thought. 'Why should I-'
Your questions were answered when you saw a small rotting corpse advancing towards you, limping all the way.
'A child?!' you thought in shock, before shaking your head and running away from the little girl. REMI was a child, and he was a victim of that sick bastard. Obviously, he had killed other children as well. But still, you were shocked to see a little girl as little as maybe 3 years old.
You ran towards an old tent, hoping it was unoccupied by anything disgusting or that could seriously harm you. As soon as you made it inside, you saw an absolutely repulsive scene laid out in front of you.
A boy, no older than 5, laid in pieces. His limbs and entrails were scattered about the small space and candy filled his mouth that appeared to be ripped open. One step farther, and you would have stepped into what you assumed to be his brains.
'This is horrible!' you thought, looking at the unfortunate child.
"P-please... miss.... don't look..." the voice of a child said weakly.
You looked in the corner and saw a glowing white figure, looking like it was crying in its knees.
"Are you...the little boy?" you asked the apparition.
"Y-yes..." it replied.
"Well... what's your name?" you asked.
"V-Vincent..." he replied.
"Ah! Well that's a wonderful name! Why, that was one of my sister's favorite names for a guy!" you said cheerfully, trying to lift the mood.
"R-really?" he asked as the glow began to fade a bit, allowing you to see the little boy clearly.
He had ginger hair, green eyes, freckles, and a fairy bridge birthmark (a birthmark that goes over the bridge of your nose). He wore a white shirt under brown overalls and no shoes.
"Yes! She always loved names with z's, x's, and v's!" you beamed.
He smiled at you warmly and asked, "Do you need help finding a way out? I don't know one, but we could look together."
"That would be great," you said with a bright smile.
