glitterâŚwas it raining glitter now? ( had itâŚhadnât it always been raining glitter ) it wasâŚhard. keeping things straightâŚso he wandered along the broken path, further and further from the dwindling edges of sanity that faded from his vision until the world was crisp underfoot. there was a story to be had here, one that had led him step by step until he was only gently stumbling along the twisted roots of twisting trees, bent to the wind in every which way as autumn ate at the remainder of their leaves.
  GAME OVER.
  the image in his head was sudden and fierce, burning in his eyes as the world began to burn, like someone had set fire to the pagesâ
  it was gone as quick as it had come, although wilâs head was still throbbing, even dabbing at his eyes for fear of bleeding where the fire had burned so brightâŚbut he was fine, if a little dizzy, but he was always a little dizzy.
  reality seemed a strange way to describe the world around him. it seemed too abrupt, and far too certain of itself. it made it sound as though the world understood its own purpose, and knew more about itself than wil could hope to remember.Â
  i had a name once, he thought to himself, struggling to remember which foot was which as he continued into the forest, blackening around him. not just a handful of lettersâŚa handful of letters with a PURPOSEâ here he clenched his fist to no avail, left slightly agape at nothingness, returned to the moment right before a single strain of colour drifted by.Â
  â what colour is that⌠â wil mused, suddenly disinterested in his fistfuls of nothing, or his own auspicious lack of a name that he couldnât even remember beyond the first three lettersâŚstories, a head full of stories, it was some kind of a game ( am i winning ) as he stumbled along more definitively now, trampling over dandelions and perhaps a rare flower or two untilâ
  â glitter! â
  and then he saw the girl, and he knew immediately.
  her story was almost over.
  time lapses and the cycle begins again, except this time he remembers what the colour is supposed to be. itâs small, trivial even, but itâs something, and as he follows the latent drift of glitter in the wind he eventually catches up to her again, her story already pounding in his head before he breaks through it altogether as he furrows his brows and kneels down to her level.Â
  â missâŚfortune? â
  i wish i had more of a name to give you in return.
 Everything was well for the moment, she had her fun and would be ready to move on but suddenly, she heard steps and soon saw a figure come closer near by, should she walk away or should she wait for this stranger? She wasnât sure what to do but.. the person seemed nice.Â
âThey seem nice but you still have to be careful, Misfortune, you donât know what people have in their heads these days..â Mr. Voice said, he was right but before anything happened, she was gonna see how it came across and if she had to protect herself, sheâd call Bubsy, maybe even have Stony help her out. She could blind them with her Glitter, wait but the glitter is for happiness, not violence!Â
 -- â..Yes?â Misfortune says, sounding confused as for how this unfamiliar person knew her Name, at her age, she knew not to talk to strangers yet it worried her atleast a little how this stranger knew her name. She noticed that she used a little too much pink glitter, it was all over her hands and part of her green Dress sparkle aswell, she realized that she might has used a lot of her glitter.Â
 âWait, how do you.. know my name? Did Mr. Voice tell you?â She asked, she wasnât that scared, but in case something is up, she backed up a few steps backwards. This is how usually children react to people but the unusual thing was how casually Misfortune reacted and sounded, ofcourse she was uneasy but toddlers or even young children would cry, run and scream for their parents, she was too quiet.Â
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