#darkyetdarker

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Just a concept of Daroach slowly getting corrupted by another matter that this indeed most dark. A matter which in turn makes him grumpier and even more sleep deprived than he already is, just when he thought the ever-burning pain he feels constantly was enough.

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Lady in red, child in blue. Oh how you are intertwined.

The smiling Judge and fallen son watch from far behind.

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She bound their tongue with red, condemning them with an apology.

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The classroom is no longer empty

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The classroom has been empty

For 16 min utes

Add Some o ne?

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The class room is empty

and has been empty f or 10 min utes

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Little Freedom

Writing is fun. 

Warp sat up in bed, desperately trying to intake air that he couldn't have. He slowly wrapped his arms around himself, shaking. ‘Stop trying to breath you idiot! You have no functional lungs!’ Snapped a voice, he shook his head as a wave of noise echoed. He swallowed, and pulled the covers off of him. He slowly walked to the kitchen, making clicking noises every once and awhile. He bumped into a few things, but remained rather unbruised. He put the kettle on, and leant against the counter. His thoughts drifted back to the reason he was awake.

‘You know it’s not a good idea to linger on dreams little soul’

He was in the dark place again, there was a cramping in his stomach. His glasses were gone, he couldn’t see anything.  “See Galaxy, do you see how weak he is?” He was kicked in the side, a flash of pain. He was getting full. The taste of Hate was too strong, too bitter. “Get away from him Nova!” Some Hate came up as he coughed, he tried to wipe it away, shaking as more began to force its way up his throat because he couldn’t take anymore. “This is what he is Galaxy, nothing more than a pile of Hate. Trying to convince itself that it is a person. Just like us.”

He had woken up after that, as the Hate had filled his throat. The kettle whistled, it was hot. He grabbed himself a mug, careful not to drop it. And placed a tea bag in, silently pouring the water into the mug. Trying not to overfill it. He let it seep, holding his shaking hands. The dreams were getting worse, “Why can’t they just go away?” He murmured, getting out the sugar.

‘They need something to leech off of little soul.’

He sighed, letting the warmth of the mug shove the dreams aside.  After a few minutes, he pulled out the tea bag and set it aside, and began pouring sugar into his tea. Counting in his head to ignore the snide remarks from the voices. Once he reached ten, he stopped, slowly stirring his sugar slush of a drink. He took a sip, ignoring the burning pain that came from drinking something much to hot. And walked to the living room, and sat down on his couch. He grabbed one of his many blankets, and curled up. Silent.

He reached for the remote and turned on the TV, the intro DVD ads for The Lion King played, and he skipped them. And hit play. Letting the intro song fill the silence.

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Little Cage

Stop trying to breath you idiot! You have no functional lungs!

You know it’s not a good idea to linger on dreams little soul.

See Galaxy, do you see how weak he is?

Get away from him Nova!

This is what he is Galaxy, nothing more than a pile of Hate. Trying to convince itself that it is a person. Just like us.

Why can’t they just go away?

They need something to leech off of, little soul.