Historias de Kaylabaker

I woke up from a nightmare I had... it felt so weird, and yet so real. ..Have I... died before...?

Find out more info on the students at Lost Island High and other mysterious or crazy characters from the series by Kayla Baker and DragonRose27 known as "The Untitled." -The series is a work in progress. Some of this may be canon, some may not. I am working with Rose (I cannot give full name at moment without permission) on this series and I hope to make it official someday. I cannot guarantee it would come out anytime too soon. These short stories focus on characters and their backstories, including the first moments of when each character meets one another. As I have said before, this is a work-in-progress and some of this may not actually end up being canon. I am currently working on character designs and backstories while Rose helps me with organizing and planning the story. Thank you for taking the time to read this, and I hope you enjoy these "short stories." -Kayla Baker-Katy Scene P.S. The art is also by me. One of the only things that do not belong to me include songs and lyrics, like for "This Isn't The End" by Owl City which is featured during an introduction to one of the character's journals.

Unti doesn't remember her past, and desperately wants to find it... but she doesn't feel worthy of the hero role. Jackie Sara remembers all-too-well what happened to her home, but refuses to forget and let it pull her down. Jack Mark was hurt once, but continues to be himself even with the risks of getting hurt now. Annabelle Mark lost her family too, and now lives with her cousin Jack. She may seem happy, but she can't help but blame herself for everything. Theodore and Todd sees everyone's pain. They wanna help, but while Todd continues to joke around and entertain them as their good friend, Ted stands out in the crowd, anxious and alone, wishing he could talk to... B̶̘͚̲͇̙̀͂́̋͋͋ứ̸̪͈̥͍̱̞̯͉̳͆ͅt̸̛̪̤̤̳̥̤͎͕̾̾̓͐͗͌͐̈̐́̀͝͠ͅͅ ̷̻̥̅̌̅̑̿̂͝i̵̻͛̔͐̏́̀̃̚n̴̨̰̳͚̭̩͌͊̐̽̎͊̆͑͠ ̷̩̦̬͎̩̣̪̦̝͗̍̃͛͐́̍̅͝ṱ̷̛̛͔̥̠̙̞̰̤̞͔̰̦̣͙̂͆͆̈́̀̓̂́̐̏̍̕h̵̜̪̱̤̊͊̈́̈̌͋͋ͅe̸̢̯͙̙͈̗̱̊̿̑͛͆͘ ̴̟̖͋̏̅̂̒͑̑̈́̉̚͠͝e̸̢̛̖̙͎̻̹̦̥̞̖̹̫̗̮̺̓̌̈́̀̒̚n̸̡̙̠̝̝̥͉̣̼̓̄̾̍ͅd̶̙̦͈̤̠͙̼̰̪͚͍̺̪̜̔̊́̈́̚͜ ̵̺̮͍̫̾̋̑͋̋͛̈́̓̾͘̕̕͝͝͝n̵͍̎͊̎̎͗̓͒̊̌̑͐̈̚͝ǫ̸̗̟̭̜̪̀̍̀͊̓͊͠n̵̥̄̎̆͗͑̈́͒͊͐e̸͇͖̥͙͍̤̘͚̍̇͑̑͑̄̎̓̚ ̷͉̪̣͝ͅo̵̝̩̘̦͒̂̋̂̊̈̃̈́͒͘͜f̴̺̣͖̳̜̘̀̒̇̇̓̏̋̌̓͑͗̚̕͘͜ ̷̢̭̞̙̺̘͔͍̪͉̳̑̐̐͂́͊̅̓́̀̈̾̄̊ͅt̴̞͙̮͖͇̃́́̀͋͊̽͆ḩ̴̮̟̩̤̠̞̭͈̮͍͊̄̑̃́̽͘͝ͅe̵̢͎̫͕͉̙̰̩͆̀̂͒͒́m̷̖͎̫̟͉̤͔͎̫͖͚̦̜̝͕̉ ̶̜̯͎͚̠̱̫̜͇̥͖̓̋̎̅̚̕c̶͖̲̯̒͐̍̂̀̋͋̒̊̍͝o̷̻͕̙̟̯̪͌̒͐́̓͊̽̚͘̚͠͠ȕ̵̥̪̻̖̺̫͐͒͋ĺ̵̨̩̮̳̝̹̹̟̱̺̝̎̋͆̔͆̏͊͑d̷̬͚͇̪̱̘̺̳̄̂̐͑̏͛͛̈́̑͝͝͝ ̵̛̛̗̟̗̺͉̳͚̣̤̭̰̀͆͊̐̄͒̽͌̐̑͊̚̚b̸̞̣͉̰͂̊͂́̊̂̽̂̀̎̿̕e̶̢̢̧̛͙̥͉̱͚̺͎͓͚͓͐͗̒̑͌̎̏̃͐̔͊̓̊ ̵̀͑̅̆̎̓̏̈͑͘͠͝

I guess this is what happens when you don't watch your step. Or what you say and do around others. Around me.

(Temporarily without cover. Currently working on making a new original one, especially if I can continue writing first and THEN get into the feel of the story's continuation) We fell apart due to our arguments and our differences, and only now do we have the chance to change our universe as we know it. However the fate of humanity has not been left set in stone, cold and alone.