All's Fair in Love and War (A ROTG Fanfic)

Prologue

Hey-o readers :)
I have absolutely no clue where this is story will go and lead us to, but I just want to warn you that there will may/ probably will be violence, suicidal thoughts and/or actions, bad jokes and puns, the affects of what happens of you drink too much alcohol, and of course chocolate! Here's a sneak peek on the main character that everybody shall try to win over...to their side of course! (Totally didn't think of the ships yet to sail jut now, am I right?) No, this probably has nothing to do with the story ;) but I thought that this would be a great hook-and-bait for all of you feisty readers that have absolutely zero resolution on OCs in fanfics (particularly this one). Anyhow, now that that's out of the way, on with the story!

...Oh wait, disclaimer!

(*facepalms*) oops, almost missed it!
I do not own ROTG, or any of the characters from it, really the only thing in this story I do own is the plot idea and my precious OC! Let's do this!

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Emotions.

Emotions are what make up a soul. They are what define your being, and can give a hint to others what you are thinking in your mind. Without them, you and me would just be standing here, living but yet not, simply going through the motions of daily necessities, like eating and drinking. Well, actually technically you and me wouldn't even be here right now, since we would have never been born.
Scientists say that all a "feeling" consists of is hormones and/or brainwaves sent to tell your body what to do and what not to do, but we all know that's wrong. If that were to be true, then how can love possibly be a thing? Not the type of love a parent or sibling would have, oh no, I'm talking about true love. You know, the whole butterflies-in-your-stomach and a warm breeze washing over you type of love. Do you know those feelings?

Hopefully you have, or else I haven't gotten to you yet. Yep, that's right, I'm true love, hard to believe right? I really couldn't think of another explanation, since whenever I'm around people who are in love, they tend to get these sort of warm, fuzzy feelings that motivate them to take it a step further in a relationship.

Honestly though, all I really do is just give people the little push needed to meet with their destined one. Have you ever seen another person you like (as in a crush type of like, not just your everyday-sort-of-like) and was just about to walk up and talk to them, when all of a sudden you hesitate? You probably think things like 'they're not going to like me' or 'what if I say something stupid?' Just as you are about to back out, you feel a slight tug pulling you forward towards said person, or perhaps you hear a voice whisper words of encouragement, only to turn around and see nothing there? Yeah, that's me...

...Sorry, actually I lied. That isn't me, that isn't even the whole aspect of what you could call my "powers". Of course not, because that would be boring, right? Only to feel love, and nothing else? I've already been through that stage, and trust me when I say that place is a place I will never want to return to.

Ever.

Sadly, while love is a part of my job, my true "power" is to feel and help the souls around me. And like I said before, souls are made up of emotion, so therefore I feel the emotions of others.

Everywhere around me, there are emotions. Love. Hate. Happiness. Depression. Hell, there is even some pain mixed into the swirling chaos that surrounds me. I could feel these from the people around me, though I managed to somehow only feel the children's, 'cuz the adults must've grown up and learnt to hide their own feelings, I guess. Anyhow, I'm the one who comforts children when they're feeling down, the one who helps calm themselves down after a nightmare, courtesy of the boogieman, Pitch Black.

How do I help them, you ask? Well, I guess you could say I try to swap souls? Though I guess that doesn't make sense, since I no longer have a soul, or at least I don't think I do. Creating emotions, whether they be fake or real, really takes it out on you, and the fact that I'm basically shoving feelings that aren't mine back in my body after making a completely different one, makes me think I lost the ability to tell what is "me" versus what is "them". It's not like I don't feel or anything, I just don't really like to call the emotions I feel "mine".

Speaking of which, I don't even remember the last time I could only feel just one emotion. Even in the most rural areas, I can feel a pain in my heart, similar to that of heartbreak, while I hear a small voice somewhere cry out in pain, sadness, panic, whatever is currently gripping their heart right now. Though over the years I've managed to block out the minor feelings, and only focus on the major ones first, before swapping.

It's been so long, I think about 200 years now, since I've woken up in that god awful forest, which seemed very isolated and terrifying in the dead of night. Ugh, just remembering that night, where I unsteadily walked into my hometown, only to find out that I'm a spirit who people just walk right through, as if they don't see me, which I guess they don't, seeing as-

...Sorry, I got a bit off track there. Anyhow, what I was trying to say was that I create a positive emotion to either "swap" or "balance" out the negative emotion within a child. When I "swap" with a child, I'm basically sacrificing my good mood for their sake, literally. On the other hand, there are times where the negativity would damage my wellbeing, and while I can take these away (and usually do, because it's less work), I "balance" the negativity, so that the child feels nothing but calm. This comes in handy whenever I'm dealing with a child who is in a panic over their sudden mood swing, is in a state of shock, or if they're dead.

Hey, don't blame me, it happens from time to time. I did say I help the souls around me right? I didn't say that they had to be living in order for me to do that. No, it's not like I can see ghosts, that only happens if they're becoming violent or unpredictable with themselves. It's more like I sense their confusion, or their sadness, or their- you know what? I'm just gonna say I feel their emotions, and help them pass on by balancing that stuff out.

Anyhow, why I'm even writing this down doesn't make any sense, since all I am going to do is burn it in the fireplace in the house of the next kid who has a mental breakdown (because this one lives in Brazil, and therefore doesn't need one). Maybe this just gives me some sanity, something to tell myself that I am still human, even with this immortality business and all. ..

...Or who knows, maybe I'm about to become victim to some terrible thing, and this is just so that I won't be forgotten...