The Strings That Hold Us Together

Prolog

HoI ItS mE TeM-

The music in chapters may or may not be related to the story. (This goes for all chapters.)

Enjoy!

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Its was another waking up to night terrors. It doesn't help if your made of them anyway. It was a classic one, memories of the past. I slowly pushed my self up, using a sturdy branch to help me do so. As I slowly calmed down, I got a ear-splitting headache. I groaned, slowly remembering my surroundings. 'Oh yea, I went to sleep in a tree.. Reminds of old times.' He thought, times of him and his brother, flashing before his eyes momentarily, until they were cut off by his headache. He rubbed his eye before climbing down the tree. Maybe breakfast will make him feel better.

He tread across the sickly dark grass, looking up to see the sky was cloudy and grey. As he stepped up to the dark grey doors of his mansion, he unlocked them to be bombarded with questions from his gang, except Horror, he wasn't here. "Are you okay?! We were worried about you! Where were you?" Killer practically shouted in his 'ear'. His headache just turned up a notch. Fantastic. "D0n'T sCaR3 U5 l!kE THaT, 3sPeCiAllY WhEn EVeRy0n3 wAnTs t0 k!lL uS. aT lA3sT t3lL uS wh3r3 y0u w3Re?" Jeez, at least he wasn't screeching. "Okay okay," He said raising his hands in a surrendering manner. "I was sleeping in a tree, but seriously, please don't yell in my ear. I have a headache." He argued back.

"Who wants breakfast!" They heard Horror yell from the kitchen.

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The group scrambled into the kitchen, famished from yesterday. Yesterday, when they decided to help me destroy AUs, but Inky and Dream decided it would be a great idea to to beat our asses. So after that energy-wasting fight, we had to stop destroying and rest. After all, you need a lot of energy to destroy them. I don't eat, but its best I don't. I would probably remember the screams of the innocent people I had to kill, and throw it all up anyway.

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But thats when we heard banging on the door.

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How was part one?

Constructive criticism is appreciated!

-The Sinamonroll

(Only 393 words, sorry, it's just the prolog.)