Blood, a LOT of it. Beware.
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Kris' P.O.V.
Darkness...
It was all I could see.
The plain of emptiness covered by the shadows of it's name
My eyes; they see nothing but the vessel I have.
Light was only the pulse of determination's power.
A stare of fury and need created a very unwelcomed feeling spiraling through me, warning me of the threat that was surely coming.
I sharpened my senses to their full extent.
I knew that untamed gaze wherever I was, no matter the place. I knew.
In the midst of this gruesome emptiness, there they stand. Still with that same devious smirk.
"Heya, Kris! Miss me?" The words that escaped their mouth caused my stomach to churn from my uneasiness.
"I will never miss you, you sick beast," I answered back with a taunting growl.
This time, it did not faze the being that was boring its gaze onto me. Even with no eyes, they held the same effect as it always does.
They laughed, pointing at me like I was at fault, "Oh look who's talking, didn't you also play with toys, dear Kris?"
The menace and taunt that was laced in their voice made me all the more uncomfortable.
I realized their intention with the choice of words. I did not play with them. No, I did not!
No!
"No, you're wrong!"
They laughed, a maniacal one at that. Filled with absolute darkness and bloody intent. The need of screams.
No...
Control.
Control over my body in this darkness I stand.
It was dark.
Darker. Yet darker.
Darkness seemed to be my friend or foe. It set me free but it also encased me in my own wretched thoughts, allowing me to swim in it until I no longer held power to refuse the wishes they offer.
I took steps away from The Player, hoping I would gain safety as I did so. Afraid of what was to come if they finished their laughing fit.
I was afraid. I have always been afraid.
Fear was all too familiar not to be recognize.
But no matter how much force I added to remove my feet from where they stand they would not move.
Move.
Please move!
I pleaded to the dead silence that was in my head.
If silence came, then it would be the end of hope.
I tried to move once more, with more force. I was as still as an oak, I stood there with my eyes laced with terror, My hands trembling from my sides.
Move.
Move!
Silence...
Darkness consumed once more, looming over every detail in which The Player possessed.
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Control (Krusie)
Fanfiction(C O M P L E T E D S T O R Y) Control... It was something that slipped through Kris' hands after the adventure in Darkworld. The Player was becoming more dominant, more determined. It was itching every bit of his being. He felt as if he was a toy...
