Ideologies put to risk. | BoBoiBoy

Ideologies put to risk. | BoBoiBoy

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Gentar was simply curious of what would've happen if he had enter that portal. He shouldn't have risk those pesky ideologies of his. Now he's in a town somewhere in the world. But it gives off an odd feeling, the people who lived there seem to have no emotion at all and their faces had a blank expression, some even looked like copies of each other. And that's where he met someone that had a similar experience like his. A boy who wore a orange cap while it was covered by a tanjak with patterns on it.
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Trapped in the dark for years, Not knowing what the day is, Or the time, Forgetting all the memories you once had, Scary, isnt it? But that was how life was for him. He didn't know when it started but the only source of light he had were from his own body. He glowed dimly but just enough to light up the cavern he was trapped within for years. Decades maybe. He didn't know, he couldn't tell. He couldn't escape for chains held him down. He tried countless of time to break free either only to be captured again before he could escape or fail miserably. The people that he saw weren't people. To him, they were more monstrous than he was. He was frightened of them for they hurt him, forced him to stay and do their bidding. Why and how? He couldn't remember for it had been that long. He couldn't remember the feeling of sun upon his skin or water beneath his feet. He only knew of the cold darkness, sometimes the voice of the people but they were never comforting. One day, he finally broke out.

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