I sit on her shoulder, whispering. Non Stop whispering. She tries to ignore but I just become louder if she does. I start to move around, make her think things are there. I love to see the fear in her eyes. She covers her ears and squeezes her shut, trying to block out the noise. I just become louder. She curls up shaking her head. She's having a breakdown, I know it. I caused it. I love the power I get from them.
You could say I'm evil, but that's only partly true. I bring all your fears to life, but I know when to stop.
I'm the thing you see in the corner of your eye, but when you turn towards me, I vanish. I'm the voices that whisper to you, when no one is speaking. I'm the noise late at night when you are alone. I mess with you until you don't know the difference between reality and me. I am the only thing worse than my great friend, Death. I am Insanity.
Fear, Reality, Fiction,... They help me become, well me. I can't function without one of them but they function best when I'm not around. You see, I need Fear, to bring people's fears to life. I need Fiction and Reality to mess with people. But Reality and Fiction hate it when I barge in on them. Fear, well, Fear could care less if I'm near or far. The only one who actually loves me is Death.
Most would think that Fear and I would be together but it's actually Death and I. Death hates to be away from me, so he follows me and strikes where I've been. Except for cases where Chaos has unleashed his fury. Death hates when that happens.
I make people go insane until Death comes and takes them because Reality is too much for them. Death is looked at as bad, but he's good, I swear! If anything, I'm the bad one. Death takes people who can't take any more of reality or society. Those are the ones that are truly evil. Death does those people a favor. I torture people, but then once I see they've had enough I ask Death to take them.
