I told Paperface clearly, about a year ago. I was younger, probably stupider, too. I told him I wanted time alone, I wanted a normal young adult's life for awhile. Who knew 'awhile' meant a year? We lost track of each other. He was busy protecting Punzie. I kept working on the Time Machine... ...I finished it. I never called him to tell him, though. I even...I even tried it myself. I was proud and all, but if it really worked, then I'd be even prouder. I knew the exact date I wanted to travel back to. I was scared of going in the past, but I knew it was safer than going in the future- for now. Date; 1942, in the center of WW2. Place; A small town. Time and Space, both perfectly accurate. The village was in ruins. Slaughtered bodies, littering corpses, the traces of war and bombings everywhere. In the distance, something caught my ear- a horrible screech or rage, anger and sadness. I scouted towards it. I had a feeling of dread. I'd came here too late, to late to change her fate, and perhaps his. But what would have really happened if I'd have tried? Would my existence have been wiped out? I cannot know. I asked these questions to myself, as I looked at the furious monster destroying everything in the woods around the clearing. The limp body of a little girl, her hair over her face, lied dirtied by the mud in the center. I recognized Paperface's face without his mask, his mouth wide open with his stitches undone. For the second time in my life, I was terrified of him. He never got this breaking point, ever, unless if one of the people he was protecting was in danger. This was a completely different reason, a pain of losing a loved one, and as his screams and piercing cries reached my ears, I came to a firm decision. I didn't want him to ever feel pain like that again, and the only way was for him to stop loving me. Even if it tore my heart, I didn't want him to ever unleash himself so monstrously when my death came. So two months became six, and six months became twelve. A bit over a year after I'd shut off from him, our destinies clashed once more- as if the all mighty god himself wanted us to never forget each other. Something was different. I had moved on, met a nice guy named Tom. Tom Spychka, or Tomska for short. He was an author and journalist, and was currently writing the story of a girl and a monster that protected her. I called it fate, and we became closer. I couldn't feel anything, it's like my entire chest had been turned to stone. So finally gave up. I bought a dog instead, and named him Hopsfy. A cute little curly white dog with and adorable personality, but what made me name him was how he would act when I was gone. This dog tore at my shoes, clothes or anything he could get a hold on. Not even the pillows survived. But I would return home, he's angelically look up to me. This struck me a bit with a weird resemblance to Paperface. After all, he'll always be Hopsfy to me. That's all. I've returned to the old routine. But Paperface is agitated. Punzie ran off with Rapunzel, and he can't sit still. What was there to expect? Another adventure. More trouble.
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