Chapter I | Origin

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He stared into the sky outside of his quaint wooden cottage. He could smell the scent of sakura leaves drifting in the distance. The sounds of birds singing and bees buzzing. He felt the rough green grass in which he had lay down. And as always, he saw the factorial biospheres in the distance. As ever since the Great War occurred, food supplies had run low and humanity was forced into the habit of conserving biomes to keep their natural plants preserved.

The boy, that is lying down, had lustrous black hair, crimson red eyes, a black hoodie, dark grey pants and black shoes. Some would say he was goth, yet he had described himself as "different". Nobody got his style. The boys name was Ash.. Ash Trash.

He was your everyday pansexual genderfluid. Well.. Its not actually everyday where you see someone like him. Anyway, as I was saying, he was lying outside and listening. He had really nothing to do, his parents had deprived him from modern day "teh-lee-vis-ee-on" and "com-poo-ter". Which was really annoying because he would be never able to keep updating his webcomic. As well as never being able to tell his family about how he was a pansexual genderfluid.

He had a sister, a mother, and a father. His sisters name was Believe, Believe Peeko Trash. She was a blonde, down-to-earth and smart girl who was very laid back. His father, a homophobic businessman of around mid-age. And his mother, a sweet, caring and charismatic woman who had bronde hair and wore dark clothing, similar to Ash.

But now, something has happened, Ash heard a sudden "ding" near his house. The doorbell.

Ash arose from his peaceful lie down on the edge of the non-biospheric lands. And could see the sun shimmer in his eyes like an angry flame. Except, there was no sun. With all the use of factories in the past years the planet Earth was covered in toxic smog. Carbon dioxide gas.

But now the time had come for Ash Trash to answer the doorbell, he slowly walked through the back door, through the kitchen, through the lounge and arrived at the other side of the front door where the person who ringed it was still there.

Ash opened the door.


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