Partners In Crime

Chapter I~ Beloved Of Insanity

Third Person

The sound of clicking could be heard from the heels of your feet. You looked around the town that you were just passing through. People inside prayed for their lives while you were nothing but a dull demon. True, you have searched for your own new life ever since the last one. Your magic had been strictly taken away but barely any could light a spark. You felt cold and alone in this world. You couldn't teleport or be seen but many felt your presence. It was only the special ones who could communicate with you. However, they ran in fear. You looked up at a sign which introduced you to another town. Welcome To Oregon. The sign looked to be damaged but was still standing. You looked behind you but all you left were footprints.

You sighed and walked into the town. You didn't know where else to go expect, exploring. You didn't know why you wandered. Maybe one day to find what you always hoped for. Your chains of your sins forbid you from having a heart. Until you were pure in God's eyes. They only got heavier with the burdens you kept. All the comprises, all the sercets, all the time you had, it only made the chains heavier. It slowed you down in your lifetime. It didn't also help that you were a heartbreaker. Overtime, the burdens made you wish to die. Not that could ever be achieved anyhow since you were vowed to live forever. You were most likely a siren to those who you loved. Killing each and everyone of them before their own little world was perfect. You never felt complete.

Especially with the feeling of protection and warmth against all those dangers with your love. With all the dangers you've faced, with your powers beginning to drain, who were you? A simple question better left unanswered.

You were lost in thought once again but saw a strange light in the distance. You stopped and squinted to see as it was getting closer? You weren't alarmed at this. It seemed normal. You froze instantly and felt your chest tighten. Never before have you felt the sensation. It hurt and yet, felt nice. It parlazyed you in your spot. A tall stranger who wore glasses apporached you carefully. He studied you for a moment. He then scowled at you. You didn't feel afraid because you were a demon. The man ordered a teenager to come over and so he did. Standing there was a brown haired boy who looked to be about 16, 17 years of age. His huge bug eyes were covered by goggles. It didn't strike you as odd. "Coming Great Uncle Ford!" You watched as the grown man clipped chains around your ankles and wrists while ignoring the heavy chains around your body. To you, the human chains felt fake. They felt light as a feather.

However, your chains felt heavy. Such as the burdens you carried. You were taken back to a rickey old shack. It once seemed to be a tourist attraction of some kind but the sign above made it hard to tell. You were taken to a dimly lit basement where you were thrown into a cage. You were trapped. You just stared blankly at the man with the glasses. On the other hand, the teenager studied you. Almost as if he was interested in your type. He smiled wide but you couldn't read his thoughts. That was odd. You could always read what others were thinking but why not his? The only possible reason would be that a demon had control of him. You looked over to the old coot. I will try Stanley. I will never forget. You were confused. Who was this 'Stanley'? You heard another thought from him.

Bill Cipher will pay for what he has done to you.