Corrupted Mii's Origin Story (Wii Deleted you fan origin)

Kyle's Mii's torture Part 1

(There's probably a lot of inconsistency at this point. I didn't really plan Kyle's part out, so we just have to deal with it.)

Once Kyle was done complaining, or perhaps venting it could easily be either one, I went to get his Mii. Even though I've been doing what I've been doing for a week or so, I've already gotten all of the deleted Miis to fear me. Which I consider an impressive feat. Anyway, I got up and went to get him. I could tell it was him, not just because it looked like the real deal, but because he wasn't trying to get away from me. "Well, I'll make sure that changes," I thought as I brought him back.

I strap him on as he gained a look of confusion. "Hey, I made a deal with someone to get you here," I told him. "You better be grateful that it's not because you're creator didn't like you." Not that that was my reason. At least, I don't think it is. Gosh, I've been down here for so long. I strap him up and decided to pull up his profile, even though I probably shouldn't have.

Name: Kyle
Creator: Kyle Sanders
Favorite color: Red
Birthday: N/A
Mingle: On.
Height: N/A
Favorite: Yes.
Mii Friends: None.

I was slightly surprised. "You haven't made any friends yet?" I asked him in a mostly curious, but possibly sinister voice. He quickly shook his head no. I should've figured since he wasn't that old yet. "Well then," I told him. "I guess there won't be anyone to miss you." I put it on the lowest setting possible to give him a taste of what's to come, and the highest girly scream you can think of came out of his mouth. I guess even they got annoyed by it because they gave me a rubber mouthpiece to put in their mouth. It did actually help with the next few minutes. However, soon he needed to heal, so I stopped and brought him back to his bed.

(6 "days" left.)

(Hey, it's the author. Just letting you know that the "days" to do the cover are know going down. They will keep doing so until I have at least one design. All of your art styles are amazing, and you can not prove me wrong. I know that I might be a jerk at times, but at least I'm aware of it. Either way, I'll see you in the next chapter I write.)