Description
A cold moonlit night shrouded what was happening in a dark alleyway. A dark cloaked figure made their way to a small boy. He had purple circles on his head, and he was throwing them at the figure. He was bleeding from his forehead. His eyes widened in fear. He finally bumped against the end of the alleyway. His voice shaking as he spoke. "W-what will y-you do to me?" His usual perverted demeanor was quickly changed at the presence of the mysterious figure. The figure answered with silence. Stopping for a moment to ponder the question, before reaching out a gloved hand. The hand opened, and a small remote like shape was revealed. The remote was quickly expanded into a scythe. The boy's tears ran against his face. His whole body quacking with fear. The figure crept closer to the boy, whose screams fell upon deaf ears. "W-who are you!?" The boy screamed, but it faded into a whisper as the figure was towering over him. A small curl of white locks fell from the hood, and a smile was revealed from the darkness of the hood. The figure lifted the scythe, wielding it with ease. As the blade reached his head, the words that the figure spoke echoed throughout the boy's ears. "I... am a nightmare."
The Begining
