serial contraption of malice

INV. PRL.

A/N This is my first..book? I don't know if this would be considered that. Just a little story based off a song. I hope to keep this going for a while. But who knows. Constructive criticism is always good.

Concept, original song, and charcter design of Oliver belongs to Ghostie Inc / Ghostie P. If they request it, I will take this down

Prologue

    I could feel practically every bone in my body snap. The sickening cracking sound filled the room. They still hadn’t put me under. It was terrible. I think the worst part was the twisted smile on every one of their faces, staring into me.

    This happened every night. Every time I closed my eyes in the dim moonlight. I could hear them coming sometimes. I always hurt. It always hurts. It was always them. It was torture.

It was adventure.

    But the candy always tasted good. The ones they left by the bed. It was the silver lining to this situation. They were so good. The most decadent treat imaginable. They were to die for. I think I was paying that price. Or, they were making me.

Making me more than what I previously was.

    I cringed as they removed my right arm. Not with a saw. They simply...pulled it off. The pain from the first time surged through my body.

//It was tearing. Slowly and painfully tearing off of my broken body. I tried to scream but then they just sewed my mouth shut. I tried to get them to stop. I thrashed and struggled but the belts holding me down didn’t budge. I tried to plead with them but it was difficult without the ability to talk. They just continued though. All the while smiling at me. “itwillallbeoversoon” they began to repeat. Some shot glances at each other and nodded. “itwillallbeoversoon itwillallbeoversoon itwillallbeoeversoon” Still talking through their deranged smiles. “itwillallbeoversoonitwillallbeoversoonitwillallbeoversoonitwillallbeoversoonitwillallbeoversoonitwillallb-” I blacked out.//

    They continued their work. Replacing a leg here, using a contraption in place of my hand there.

    One of them leaned over me and stared into my eyes, smiling wider than the others.

    “itwillallbeoversoon,” he said as he poked my nose.

“It will all begin soon.” Man poked boy’s nose.

I BLACKED OUT