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What does it mean to take responsibility for one’s actions? Is it to own up and apologize? To actively change? To do something to change the course of your life? Or to simply run away? Maybe it’s all of these factors, maybe it’s best to leave, but it’s not gonna fix everything. Everyone has a way to take consideration of their mistakes, and a chance. Some just board a train and see where life takes them next to screw things up or fix things, maybe even warning others.
Specific, but relevant one might think. So, I, Raise a question. Who’s I? That’s not the question so we simply move on.

But I raise;

What happens when you help others, but actively evade instead of fighting back? When you have raised hell from its highest points only to flee when you have seen with your own only eye? The lord of hell himself, now a sad excuse of a helping hand. This is a story for you, one to remember, and for others to read. It will be painful to read again, I’m sorry, so I will try to make it as breathtaking as possible. Some things may not be true, some things you’ve probably never even thought about or seen, but you don’t really care though?

Let’s just continue, talking to you is already a chore enough. 

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Rain poured from the cloud-filled sky, hitting against fragile skin like hail against windows. The smell of blood was present throughout the air along with a faint smell of what the child could only remember as bleach from his Dad’s cleaning supplies back when he was home. Though there wasn’t even a scratch on the child’s skin, he wasn’t sure why could smell the putrid stench of blood as he ran through the thin and tall trees of a dark world. He could’ve sworn something was chasing him! The music accompanying the slowly approaching beast was getting louder, making his bank to the right to hopefully throw off the culprit. Almost slipping due to the mud, he continued to run as fast as he could, breathing heavily and coughing as he ran. It was hard to see in the rain, he forgot why he was even here in the first place! All because Expunged wanted to catch here for a break! It was just a world that would not stop raining! Stupid Train! Stupid Expunged! He just wanted it to be over!

He was so busy with saying somethings that his own father would scold him for, that he had almost ran into a muddy ditch. Tristan skidded to a stop and looked over to the mud and grime that coated the ditch from the downpour. Turning around, he saw multiple glowing lights in the distance, making him panic and opting to hide in the ditch with the mess below. Tristan leaped into the ditch and immediately put his back against the wall, mud all over his clothes and arms..It was uncomfortable, but anything to make it back to Expunged safely.
He took a deep breath in after many quick and shallow ones, and held it once he heard the same music approach the top of the ditch- the area in which rain was shielded from him.

The music sounded like a haunting choir like a song of sirens that would be described in his favorite chapter books, but now it didn’t sound like a chill or excitement to get while at school..but more of a monster under the bed luring to get your attention to then snatch you up! The thing’s presence was singing and its lips didn’t even part from each other. Tristan just kept silent as he awaited it to pass, clutching his pants pockets that held his own source of protection; 

The Golden Heart shears. A Baron’s Crucifix.

A low whistle caught his attention, as if the Baron had lost his patience and went to turn around and retreat. He let out a sigh, relieved…It was over.

Tristan slowly stood up, not even realizing that the mud slipping was already making wet sloshing noises. The Baron had to be gone already right? He took a moment to try to catch his breath and get up, only to see a bright red blade pierce the ground beside him, as another just as bright purple blade followed suit. With a yelp, he found himself back up against the dirty wall, watching as the chains connected the blades lowered down. A figure dropped down from the darkness, coated in rain and now mud all over his legs.

The Baron had found him, and now the choir was even louder. He went back to gripping his pant’s pockets on his side.

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Uhm. Excuse me? 

“ I…Don’t want to start here. “

Why? 

“ I think I know what happens…With the shears. “

You know we’re gonna have to come back to this at some point right? 

“ Yep. I know. “

..Fine. Where do you want me to start? The ending? The middle? 

“ The beginning. It’ll help me get used to it again. “

Very well.
Let’s start at the beginning. Once upon a time some call it. Since you want this to be such a fairy tale.

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What do you remember of a bright sunny Sunday morning? The simple birds singing that would force anyone awake with the sun now shining in one’s face…Maybe it was the smell of leftover bacon and eggs that were made early, but you missed out on because of that dream you wanted to finish. Everything seemed much more colorful and mornings were more easy to look forward to from your slightly open blinds. The sun shined into the creases of closed shutters from a window, already hitting against the face of a young boy. The birds chirped from the trees behind his house, singing their song that it was close to noon! Already! The boy grumbled as the sun was now getting unbearable to deal with as it hit against his eyes, not even taking into consideration that he could pull his weighted cover over his eyes.
He grumbled and groaned, pulling up his body to sit upright in the bed and let his eyes adjust to the sudden light. His name was Tristan, in an ordinary life, in an ordinary home, with an ordinary dad, and not so ordinary family friend. Using his arm, he shielded some of that sunlight that came in, he never realized that it was morning already- All he wished to do was go back to bed to finish his dream! Even if he couldn’t even remember what it was at the very moment.

Finally, his eyes seemed to adjust, finally taking into consideration that the morning had come again. He yawned, stretching his arms out front, then behind atop of his head- A pattern he got from his dad…Speaking of..He looked towards his door as he heard the sound of his own dad chatting to someone from across the house, before tuning into the radio. The music was another billboard hit that he heard a dozen of times, and yet his own dad seemed to love. This was expected on Sundays, at least they weren't as bad as the weekdays! Pushing himself off the bed was a daunting task from his weak arms that he had been sleeping on, curse sleeping on his side- Especially after eating.
Once he felt the carpet against his socks, he wobbled before immediately marching towards his door, opening it and walking down the hallway he had even memorized with his eyes closed. He could already hear the music getting louder from the radio his dad was playing, of course it was something like whatever it was. Maybe disco, he didn’t really care for his dad’s taste in music. Though eventually he found himself standing in the entrance of the kitchen, with his dad by the stove. He was cleaning, but he immediately recognized it was him by his voice.

“ Good morning sleepyhead! “
“ Stayed up late again? “
He asked with a chipper and bright tone, which made Tristan finally open his eyes to see him. Donned in a black fluffy robe, blue T-shirt, clean hair that was so obvious he did in a complete hurry. His dad sat in a wheelchair without his prosthetics, looks like he couldn’t be bothered to put them on.

“ ..Nnnnooo? “
Tristan replied, hoping he didn’t get chewed out for staying up till 4 playing video games. He didn’t even notice that his dad got closer to pet his head with a smile.

“ Ehhh, I don’t mind. Unfortunately you missed breakfast. “
“ Bambi became GREEDY- “
Dave started to raise his voice at certain intervals, looking at someone from the living room.
“ and ATE the LEFTOVERS, so NOW I’m making a LUNCH for Tristan! “

The aforementioned Bambi lifted his head up from the small couch from the living room. Tristan looked over at him after his eyes became adjusted enough to look around. This friend of Dave’s wore a green straw hat with a white bow around the top. He had a red polo shirt and blue overalls with a dark colored jacket. He was also exceptionally short and gruff, with bits of unshaven stubble and a scar on his jawline.

“ It ain’t my fault! I get hungry after I wake up! “
His voice was just as gruff and accented, even if it sounded different every single day to him. Dave rolled his eyes, pointing his spatula at Bambi before wheeling himself back to the stove.

“ You better not be just as hungry when lunch comes ‘round. You know I’m grilling tonight for Muko and you two! “

“ No promising! “
Bambi had a strange way with words, probably because of his own personal preference. Though Dave has mentioned that Bambi has the same thing as Tristan..if only he could remember the name of it. Started with an A..Oh well. His father said it was what made both of them, themselves. Dave always liked the idea of someone being true to themselves, which made Tristan like his father.We swore he also mentioned he had it to, if only he could remember. Even then, With Bambi and Dave often getting into petty arguments every once in a while- They laughed it off the second they were over.

“ Muko’s coming over? Why? “
Tristan had no problem with Muko, if anything Muko was a great friend to the little family they built up here. He was just curious. Dave scooped up the grilled cheese that he had just made from the pan, putting it on a little decorated red plate.

“ Work reasons! You see, we are so close to finding out life beyond our own world! So I thought we would celebrate before we get our results! “

“ Oh cool! Like Aliens and stuff??? “
Tristan asked with excitement, already loving the ideas that there’s more to earth and space than just humans and animals. 

“ …Maybe? It’s hard ta’ explain. You’ll get it when you're older. “
“ But you can technically call it aliens so- “
Tricky question, Dave put the still hot spatula to his chin before pulling it away with a hiss. He handed the plate to Tristan, who sped to the dining table away from the kitchen. 

“ Remember to get ready after you eat! We still have some errands to run. “

“ Okaay! “
Tristan responded to his Father before already biting into his sandwich, with Dave wheeling himself back into his room. Bambi was still seated comfortably on the couch, laying on his back as his short leg was over the other.

“ Yer Dad sure is a smarty pants. “
Bambi commented, which made Tristan turn his head and wipe his mouth. After he had finished his bite, he replied.

“ Yea! It’s really weird! He used to be my teacher when I was like…4 and half! Now he’s both! “
“ He’s like…a physics guy. I dunno. “

“ He’s somethin’ alright. Even after gettin’ hurt he’s still pushing through. “
Bambi completely remembered the fact of the child’s father’s injury. He was there with Muko when it happened, but Tristan was barely a toddler when it DID happen. All he heard was stories.

“ Yeaaa, My dad’s strong. I wanna be like that. “
“ But I don’t wanna get hurt to…uhh “

“ Build character? “

“ Yea! I wanna do things easy. “
Bambi chuckled at his statement, finding it amusing with his childlike wonder.

“ ‘Fraid not! Sometimes this place hucks random junk at ya! Can’t do much about it, except fight it. “
Tristan was perplexed by Bambi’s answer, but it made him think about his future..Hopefully he won’t run into any problems like that soon. 

“ Hope that doesn’t happen to me, or you…Or dad. “

“ Yer dad’s a fighter! He can get through problems lickety split. “
“ That probably makes you a fighter too, since he raised ya and all. “

“ What if I’m not a fighter? “

“ I wouldn’t believe you. “
So he was a fighter suddenly? Tristan wasn’t sure how, but he believed Bambi anyways. He was one of the many people he trusted, he was family here! Dave’s best friend anyways. Maybe he was a fighter, but in what way? His dad suffered a great accident and survived, what about him? His thoughts were interrupted by the fact that his dad was calling for Bambi. Which Bambi immediately hoisted himself off the couch to go and lend a hand. Tristan watched for a few seconds before going back to eating his lunch.

He’s just a kid! Why was he already being considered a fighter?…Maybe they don’t mean literal fighting. He couldn’t imagine his dad throwing a punch..Well, actually. Yep, he could.

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The rest of his day was expected as a Sunday. He went to the grocery store with His dad and Bambi and got some food for their little small party. They visited Bambi’s farm to pick up some essential items, and to help out around the farm before heading back to the house just as the sun started to set. They had different clothes on for the new day- With Tristan wearing a comfy red sweater, his dad called it a fisherman sweater, but all he could really think of it was a comfy gift from his dad..which made it his favorite. Dave on the other hand was wearing the same type of sweater, but blue with a black leather jacket to go with it. Along with cuffed denim pants that stopped at his knee, and below were silver prosthetic legs with some light colored tennis shoes to cover the foot. The wind got a bit more chilly and the air was crisper as Tristan sat down on a small bench in the backyard, watching his dad set up the grill, with Bambi fetching some coal from Dave’s car trunk. With the help of his cane, he awaited the grill to warm up as Bambi walked in from the backdoor to set up the coal, now walking back into the house. Tristan watched as he heard their landline phone ring from the inside, he assumed it was Muko- But he decided to listen closely anyways, being the curious child he was. 

“ Hello? “
His Dad listened quietly as he held the phone up to his ear. Tristan always wondered what they would be talking about over the phone, he could only listen to the reactions.

“ Muko! Hello! “

...

“ Oh? Who’s coming? “
Someone else was coming? Did Muko have family he was bringing?

“ ...Ahh, I see. Are they about to go into an interview? “
“ Ohhhhh, Okay Okay. They can come! Funny how you meet someone about to work next to you! Huhu! “
From what he could infer, there was someone coming along with Muko. Someone who was probably about to work with both Dave and Muko soon. Adults were weird about getting jobs, he never understood! He didn’t even know what he wanted to be when he grew up like his dad or Bambi. He decided to tune out of the conversation out of boredom, now waiting with a sigh. Apparently he was listening so hard that he hadn’t noticed that Bambi had left the grill to heat up more, and now he was looking past the gate...at something.

The space behind Dave’s house was nothing special, a patch of thickets and trees surrounded into a reasonable size for the average woods that’s conveniently  placed where nothing else would be. He knew his dad wasn’t a fan of this weird patch of land behind his house, but there was nothing he could do about it..Even if Bambi was fond of staring at it. Bambi stared through the metal gates, almost in a trance as he gripped onto the bars with a tight hold, Tristan could’ve sworn he was bending it just by staring at a couple of trees...He would go up and ask him, but he saw Dave walking out to the backyard after his short phone call.

“ Hey dad? What’s Bambi doin’? “
He asked, curious on what Dave would even answer with!

“ Ohhh. He’s doing it again- Bambi! “
Dave patted his thigh a couple of times to try to get his attention, even opting to stomp his cane against the concrete of their small porch. The farmer looked back at Dave, confused, letting go of the bars to walk back to Dave with a few skips. 

“ There isn’t anything out there, B. You gotta stop being so paranoid! “
So...Bambi was looking at something? Or someone?

“ I swore I saw some Eyes! Big ol’ beady ones! They got lines and stuff! “

“ Bambi, Maybe we should go to the doctor sometime. You haven’t been doing too well.. “
There they go with their grown up talk, Tristan couldn’t really be bothered- But it was kinda scary that Bambi was seeing something behind the gates...Especially eyes. Though he trusted his dad when he said it was nothing, but Bambi being a worry wart. Maybe he was just trying to scare them, but he wouldn’t even know why he would do that in the first place. Bambi would always tease the both of them, but never make any of them scared unless it was Halloween or telling scary stories. He reworded his own thought, He would never scare them for malicious reasons!

“ I think you were just looking at an animal, you know how common they are ‘round here. “

“ (Didn’t look like an animal..) “
He heard him grumble, now only more curious of what Bambi was talking about! With Dave and Bambi walking back into the house to take their mind off of that conversation and to prepare the food! Tristan jumped off the bench and ran towards the gate, immediately trying to match up where Bambi was standing by placing his hands on the part on which he had bent the metal bars. Doing what the farmer did, he stared into the thicket, watching intently.
There was nothing. He wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not, yet he couldn’t really concentrate too hard. Tristan hummed and rubbed his eyes, they started to hurt after staring at them for more than a minute. His eyes opened again to see the thicket in a darker shade of blue and purple…That’s odd. Tristan looked closer by squinting his eyes near the source. His dad always went on about his active imagination, but he wasn’t sure if this was his own mind playing tricks! 

Because he saw a pair of eyes staring right back at him, white with a purple tint in color. They were slit two times in the side with one going straight down the middle. How weird! He couldn’t think of any animals that had eyes like that, or any place that could make the trees turn blue. 

They stared at each other for more than a minute, almost like an intense staring contest he would get in with the kids at his school. The only problem is that he was losing multiple times by trying to blink away the freakiness of it all, while the beady eyes just stared, unblinking and observant.
He felt like he was there forever as the colors around the edge of his eyesight blurred into a weird rainbow vomit pile.

“ Tristan! “
Thanks to his dad, he broke his vision away to turn around, rubbing his eyes again as things started to settle back down into their normal respective colors. 

“ Yea?! “
He started to run to the backdoor and into the house, not looking back at the unknown eyes that stared through his heart.
Tristan skidded to a stop in the living room and looked at the front door, where both Dave and Bambi were huddled around. There stood Muko, wearing his signature red framed and tinted glasses, pink short sleeve blouse, and dark flared jeans with fancy dress shoes to go with it. Tristan always thought he dressed too fancy-ily, while his Dad seemed to admire his style. Even with his very bleach blonde hair, he stood out like a sore thumb.

“ Muko and his friend are here! Come say hi! “
…Friend? Who’s also here? The kid looked around before setting his sights on Muko, waving to him with a smile.

“ Hi Muko! “

“ Hey Kid! “
He waved back, wearing similar scars like his dad on his forearm. Dave always mentioned that he brags about his “ Battlescars “ like he got them in a imaginary fight he won. It was entertaining to hear random stories of Muko, lies or not. Though it was obvious that it was from the same incident that his dad got in.

“ So, Who’s this person that you invited? “
It seemed they already had their conversation, before Tristan came in..probably more grown up stuff he didn’t care about. Muko turned to Dave.

“ Oh right! They’re about to join the company with us, so I’d figure I could bring them along. Apparently they went to the same High School as us! “

“ Huh! Whaddya know. Well where are they? “
Muko stepped back and to the side for Dave’s question, revealing a figure behind himself. An…odd figure.
They were much taller than Muko and Dave , sporting a red sundress with multiple yellow suns scattered across like a pattern that went all the way to their ankles! With red shoes, that complimented the angel sleeves at the base of the wrists of the dress. To top it all off they even wore a big brimmed hat that had a strap that wrapped around their head and made a bow at the chin. Their gloves were just as red, but their face was shadowed by the hat..Somehow. Tristan and everyone else couldn’t make out their face at all.

All they could make out was what seemed to be white eyeliner with eyelashes and a small pupil.

They greeted themselves with a nod, and spoke- Sounding hesitant and nervous.

“ Hello, I am… “
“ Er. “
“ Call me Eli. “

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Piercing tinted eyes observed the backyard of the small little family that lived there. They spent their time in the backyard of the house that resided on the land that would soon be used for something more, or even something less. The eyes that observed this familial place checked off each and every one of the details that could be noteworthy, even through its own unfamiliar eyesight. The eyesight ranged from stark blues to bright reds and oranges, checking off each detail that stood out in the bright warm colors. The heat radiating from the human bodies was as clear as day, making a very small, but noticeable silhouette for each of the 4 little beings made of blood and warm skin…What a poor poor waste of blood and warmth, never to be shared with anyone again anytime soon. 

The eyes had a body to live in, obviously enough. The body sighed with unreadable emotion, looking over at these, yet again, poor poor wastes of nice warmth. There were 4 of them, chatting together in their safe little backyard, with a just as burning hot grill. They watched with interest, as one of them was stationed by this grill, two of the others were right beside the first one..And then there was a small child sitting on the bench listening in to their conversation. Their body was just as red and orange as the others, apart from the very bright yellow and white that was in their ribcage..How odd for a little kid, and for a human no less! The body was only then awestruck by the sudden figure who was coated in a very dark blue, wearing a dress and a sunhat. They were cold..Cold as can be..Cold and hollow. The only thing warm about them was the middle of their chest, glowing a bright red with a white center.

Colors, and more colors…Their absolute favorite. If only they could see the true colors of these poor souls.

Eventually, they had seen everything they needed to know. Taking themselves away from this little hiding spot they had burrowed themselves into from the bushes to take a step back and stretch his back as far as they could. It was just about time! How interesting this would be! Especially being told that this world has a big surprise waiting for it, for this plan to work! How fun! Without a second's notice, they ran back deeper into the thickets behind them, eventually dropping themselves into a fault in the ground- Big enough to hold a person. It closed just as they went in with a light and high laughter. 

“ What?! Animal control ran into your backyard? “
Dave had exclaimed towards Muko, who just laughed it off while massaging his own neck.

“ Unfortunately- Yea! “
“ One of my neighbors was talking about some goat thing running through her yard, but wearing human clothes! “

“ Hell, That could’ve been Bambi! “
Dave had joked, looking over at the aforementioned Bambi and giving him a quick wink, which he returned with an embarrassed flushed face and furrowed brows.

“ I AM NOT. GOAT! OR A COW! OR A DEER! OR WHATEVER! “
“ I’m a human, thank you! “
Bambi retorted with a stomp to the ground towards him, with Dave lightheartedly stomping back with his prosthetic. 

“ You ain’t human! You’re something, but I dunno what. So I’ll say you’re my friend. “

“ I think he might be a lab experiment of someone who is part hamster! “
Muko chipped in with a jokingly snide grin, to which Bambi turned his focus to him.

“ I’LL MAKE THE NEXT 5 MINUTES LOOK LIKE AN ACCIDENT. “

Tristan listened into their conversation with subtle moments of confusion, but he mostly understood what they were just talking about. Talk about work, then about the people around them, joke and repeat. It was just that over and over again here! It sometimes got boring, but at least it was familiar, he enjoyed it.

Though..what he wasn’t really a fan of was the sudden stranger that had tagged along. They were looking out into the woods like Bambi, but then occasionally avoiding conversation..Maybe they were shy! Tristan felt that way sometimes too, though they would make eye contact sometimes and wave. It was a nice little gesture that made Tristan feel a little warmed up to them.
But why was everyone looking out at the gate? It weirded him out, made him want to look too.

The adults kept talking, Talking, Talking and More Talking. At this point their conversation became white noise as the stranger looked out into the woods and at the gate. The sides of his vision were getting as blurry than he could even manage, it was making him curious as to why the woods behind his home were so important. Eventually curiosity had struck him to its very fullest, multiple arrows in his side like he was impaled by the best archer in the whole wide world! Tristan looked over at the other 3, who kept chatting away. It’s like they forgot about the things around them, he wanted something like that. Just a moment to forget things to focus on a fun conversation.

Soon enough, he got tired, and curious. Two emotions that ate at him when something was up. Getting up, he walked over to the gates that the stranger was by. He lowered his head down so he didn’t make eye contact, usually just out of that small fear every kid had near a stranger, thankfully he wasn’t the only kid who had done such a thing. Almost bumping his head into the gate- He stopped to hold onto the bars and look into the forest.
He remembered everything that his eyes perceived, the odd colors, the weird sense in his vision- The sudden dizziness, it was all something he couldn’t forget. No one could explain that weird experience, as young as he was, of course he would daydream! Though this was anything from daydreaming, this was something that he would remember for a while. He could feel it in his gut.

Weirdly enough, he didn’t see anything weird in his vision the more he looked into the forest, just a normal old place with bushes and trees. Slowly, he glanced up at the stranger to see if they saw anything..

They were completely still. Just staring, thinking even. Even with the dying sun that made way for the moon to live on, he still couldn’t get a clear look at their face…Just a shadow. It was weird, as if their whole body was made of obsidian, shiny and smooth. It scared him to look at it ever further..Were they even Human? Was this a monster in disguise about to eat his whole family for dinner? He couldn’t even check their mouth for sharp teeth! His mind spun worries like a spider web, which made him lose track of that stranger that was right next to him…Was gone.
Tristan blinked to reality, noticing the absence of this nicely dressed stranger. Freaked out, he looked behind himself to see where they had possibly fled. The gate was open, and it idled opened..And they were talking by the gates into the forest without a care. They didn’t even check if they were being stared at!

He watched as they slowly disappeared into the thicket, blinking as his little imagination went wild. Were they really a monster? Tristan looked back at the 3 talking adults..Who were completely distracted, as they were heading inside after they had noticed that they forgot some of the supplies needed for the food. No one was gonna check on them, no one had noticed! It scared him a little to think about…They were both forgotten easily! But, It was an honest mistake. He looked at the gate, taking a step back from the gate to really think of his actions here for a second. What if they were dangerous? They barely talked to anyone…But, what if they were gonna hurt themselves?
Tristan remembered a small incident at school, where kids would always talk things in the wood, whether it be a man or a creature with a mouth for a head. Not too long ago, they were now telling stories of a goat man with two giant knives lurking around and eating the school’s flowers! Sure it scared him, but he was sure it wasn’t real- He learned all too well from those stories, because of his Dad and Bambi. Though there was also stories of older teenagers beating up random older kids from the same school he went to. Sometimes he heard that the teens would make up excuses that the kid hurt themselves and they were trying to help.
Though there was one time, where those teens would cry and yell about “ A Legless man with a horn “ that had attacked them…There was even a large gash on their arms to prove it. It spread like wildfire, to the point where his own Dad made him go outside for only 30 minutes until it was all sorted out and his dad cooled the jets. 

Luckily, he never heard about kids or people hurting themselves deliberately, and even when he asked Dave or Bambi about it- They always said something like “ You’ll learn about that when you’re older “. He assumed it was for safety reasons, even if he heard his own dad cry in his room for a few minutes.
This was just as confusing as that. He wasn’t sure what to do, and they were getting closer and closer to being lost in the woods! Although a stranger, he didn’t want them to get hurt, it always made him feel horrible. With one last look to the empty backyard, as everyone was in the house- Tristan decided to head towards the still open gate. He rushed and dashed out of the backyard and followed the same path that the stranger had took- eventually finding himself in the shade of the many trees.

The more and more he went deeper, the slower he became before it all went into a halt. He stood there, fiddling with his hands as he stared at the rest of his surroundings around him. Trees that were taller than anything he had ever seen, and bushes so thick they could be confused for mini mazes. Though it was all worth it, as he stood there- He saw the stranger! They were standing near a mysterious edge. Made of concrete and…train tracks. From what he remembered, there were no train tracks near his home- or anywhere around the area really! How odd that there were sudden train tracks made of nothing- But Pure gold. They put their gloved hand up to their mouth and sang a high pitched whistle. And just like so, there was a slow song of a train’s engine chugging through to get to it’s destination. 

Was Tristan experiencing a dream in real time? Or something magical? He couldn't understand what this was..A sudden train in the middle of the woods? Colors making his vision and mind spin in circles? What was going on?

He stood and stared as a creeping sight of a black and red train came into view. Patterned in gold and resembling a weird mix between a steam locomotive and many other types of trains he would see around when his family always went somewhere far away. How odd it was, as it looked like something that wasn’t even supposed to be from this world, or what his little child brain could comprehend.

All he was left doing was staring at the train and the stranger, who stood, waiting.

“ TRISTAN?! “

A familiar voice called out. He turned around and then looked back at the weird..Train person. They stared back, seeming shocked that they had been noticed. Scared even, as they flinched once they had realized they had been caught. Tristan, being the confused kid he was- Slowly backed up and ran away, trying to go as fast as he could to get out of the thicket and back into his house.

As he ran, and ran, and ran..He noticed his house, and noticed his father standing outside of the gate, all familiar and loving as he hoped to see him.

“ DAD! “

“ Tristan! There you are, buddy! I got worried! “

Tristan slowly stepped out from the entrance of the woods and slowly towards his father. Who gave a warm smile and a sigh of relief.

“ What were doing there all alo- “

Everything stopped. The child watched as his Father’s loving gaze turned into one of fear and heartbreak, his pained expression growing as he felt his body jerk back. From above, a purple reflective blade shot down, connected by a chain towards Dave’s torso. It pierced his gut as he choked out his last words. Blood spurted from his body as he stood there, shaking and being driven to tears- Blood pooling from his mouth.

“ ..Tristan- “

He coughed, only to have the blade yanked out from his body- and to have said body, fall to the ground..limp, bloodied, and hopeless.

Tristan didn’t say anything, but watched as his father was now no longer by his side. He watched as a new figure landed near his father, with those two blades in each hand.

He watched as his whole world was turned topsy turvy.

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Sharpened horns, short frame, bright colors, and two equally bright blades in each of their hands.
Their chains that connected the blades together, clanked and shuffled around as the perpetrator of such a horrific act positioned his body. Tristan finally saw what he had looked like in the now night sky after the sun had set on his home. Crickets chirped along with the music he was hearing from this…thing, a creature of nightmares. Blood poured from his father’s dead body, a large wound had taken over his whole torso. It left a thin slot in his body and exposed everything that had ticked inside. It was obvious he was dead, painfully obvious, as the color drained from his body and the blood stained the green grass below. Tristan’s breath hitched, taking a step back from the beast in front of him. Hot Tears welled in his eyes as he paralyzed as green glowing eyes stared into his very being. He saw this thing grin widely, showing off its seemingly very human teeth with two fangs that weren’t even positioned right, but coming from the top of its canines. He watched as the bloodied purple blade was pointed at him, crimson life dripping from its end.

A low chuckle emitted from this thing, along with a growl.

“ You’re next, Niñito. “
His voice croaked along with the tune of the music, making a beat that sounded like his very own heart beating. Tristan must’ve assumed this is what death sounded like, because he has never heard such a voice unlike the one in nightmares. His voice only meant one thing and one thing only;

run.

Tristan turned around and immediately ran, he ran as fast as his body could possibly take him, to where his limits could finally be reached. Tears ran down and trailed behind him as his shoes dug into the ground to propel him further into the forest. He wasn’t gonna die, he wasn’t a quitter.
He wasn’t a quitter. He was a fighter. Just like Bambi said.
Running and running away, Death watched with eager eyes as the kid ran. His teeth barred, dropping his weapons to the ground to place his claws into the grass. He felt against the warm soft tufts before uprooting them to propel forward after Tristan, his boots stomping against the grass to play a little game of cat and mouse. This was merely a fun game of chase to him, making himself slow to push that sense of adrenaline. As he ran through the trees, it seemed that the forest was only getting harder to run though, more farther away from what he saw. He wasn’t sure if he was running in circles or if he was already dead. He felt his own tears against his skin..he had to be alive! But his Dad wasn’t alive, not anymore at least. Tristan couldn’t believe it, his dad was dead…He would never see him again…

He will be dead soon, alone. 

He never got to say goodbye.

The breathing behind him only got louder as he slowed down, already diving into the fact that this was technically the end. He thought it would be something grand, where he could say goodbye, have closure before eventually going to where everyone said that he would be happy- even after death.
It wasn’t fair. He can’t even go to see Bambi or Muko, or turn around to see his home one last time. With the ever closer approaching figure closing in on him, he stopped. Tears kept pouring out as he reached to stop, his legs about to give out. He could feel the thing approaching closer, but he didn’t dare to even turn back and see it come towards him. Whatever it was, he couldn’t be a fighter.
Tristan apologized and apologized, even if his dad was not even listening. If he was a ghost, or simply dead. He just wanted to say sorry. He couldn’t be a fighter.

As he covered his face, waiting for something to happen- there was. A great force tackled him to the ground, from his side. This forced hugged him tightly as he pushed to the ground with the feeling of silk cloth around his body and a smooth, obsidian like head on top of his- Which unfortunately collided with his head, seeing a bright flash of colors…Only to see black as his body laid limp on the grass. The last thing he saw was the world around him being lifted up until his eyes closed. He could rest for just a moment, then maybe it’ll be okay.

And So He rest…

…As black made sure he could wonder, and wonder peacefully. So he could dream of a better tomorrow…

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A loud huff came out, lifting the child in it’s arms- As the previously running horned threat watched. He watched as this child was lifted into the arms of someone dressed in a red dress and hat, carefully as he was held in their arms like a sleeping baby. The whole world stood still as they were face to face, the concealed stranger now holding Tristan with as much care as his father would’ve held him with. They brought their hand to his head and held it close, breathing with panic as he stared at this…” Death “ figure. They could feel a bruise forming, but that was the least of their worries. They stared at each other for what seemed like a while, until the threat squinted, and stepped back- Standing up straight with his claws by his side. Familiarity set in before the two, looking into each other's eyes to seal this small deal. Unknown were their real motives, with the figure seeming to stop his game of cat and mouse to stare at something bigger. His eyes foretold something fearful, yet confused on what to do. The stranger simply stared as they took a step back. They seemed to be staring for longer, before finally this stranger…turned around and  ran. A sign of being let off the hook. They ran and ran, before coming upon its red and gold train- grabbing the golden supports and hoisting themselves and the child in there.

The entity  watched as a couple of minutes had passed, until the train started to chug along slowly, slowly growing in speed, before gaining enough momentum to leave this place behind- once and for all. The huffing and steam of the train being a lasting reminder of what he could always dream of, his own little favorite symphony. He was indifferent to the sight, turning around to head back to where he first started- Only now hearing a horrified scream of someone who had- he assumed- found the body of the person he had killed. A low voice screamed this person’s name and cried- crying and crying for this person that he killed- 

“ DAVE!! “
He cocked his head as he had approached closer…Apparently he killed another version of someone he knew. A smile slowly formed on his face as he let it sink, feeling catharsis flow through his soul as he let those cries sink into his hearing. ‘ Dave ‘ This, ‘ Come back ‘ that, it felt relieving- Especially since that crying voice was so similar to one of his many many familiars. It brought a low chuckle as he finally was faced with the sight. The kid’s other…Father? Was it? Crying and yelling at the sight of Dave’s broken corpse. He covered his head and gripped onto the bloodied mess, now crying for the child the figure was previously chasing.

Tristan.

Ahhh. Now he had a name for the lil’ bugger that would soon get him in trouble. He stood and watched as the crying only continued. Thinking, He should do something about this…Calming music? Or simply put him out of his misery? It was odd how Bambi did push away the weapons that were beside Dave…His blades, he cared more for grieving the death of someone he cared about other than finding the person who did it. It made him raise an eyebrow at the sight, almost admiring it with little humanity he had left. 

Grief…How long had it been since he had felt that? He could almost feel it with all 5 of his senses, it hurt his chest, it made the music low and droning…The figure wasn’t sure if he should admire it, love it, and cherish it….Or be scared of it, fear it, and haunt it.
Slowly indulging into his own thoughts, he had completely taken himself out of reality,  only now being brought out of it when he heard that same piercing screech from the same man that had cried over his friend. The next thing he could almost taste as he listened, was the sounds of skull being crushed by bare fists, blood and brains splattering all over one of his many familiars who had brought down their wrath onto this grieving mortal. It was a gross sound, but not like anything he has ever heard- Blinking to focus his sight back on the scene.

“ I think you like this kinda stuff. “
An almost relaxed, yet cheerful voice sounded. A demonic figure like the one staring at the scene. Donning a yellow and purple cap, sharpened purple horns and rainbow venomous spikes that rounded his chest like scars. His golden belt fixated the purple pants over his legs, now only being stained in blood as was his battered and soft skin. Those same crossed eyes revealed themselves as the ones saw in the forest, staring at his little partner.

“ You never stare unless it’s at something you enjoy, Bendu. “ They added with that same stupid smile as their frills gave a little flick.

“ …You don’t know that. I was just spacing out. “ He retorted, his name now revealed to be something as silly as “ Bendu “. For A demon. A Demon! A small blush appeared over his face from embarrassment, though hard to see under his exoskeleton that covered the surrounding of his eyes. The purple demon picked up his blades and held them up by the chains, presenting it to Bendu.

“ You forgot these. “

“ Thanks. “ Snatching them up, he felt the grip against his hands- How they would often scar his hands from how much he held them. 

“ What were you chasing? You don’t leave your blades unless you're showering or chasing. “
“ And You haven’t showered in…A couple of years? “ Bendu’s face only became redder at their statement, holding the blades firmly in his hands.

“ Hey! We Barons have hot springs! “ Bendu stood tall.
“ You know that as much as I do, Cameo. “

“ You don’t get in them alot. You always say that you’re ‘ too important ‘ to go in with us. “ That stupid smile that this ‘ Cameo ‘ had would never leave, like it was permanently stuck on his face. It pissed Bendu off. Did he have any other expressions?? That freak…

“ … “
“ Can we go now. “ Bendu said with a wide grin, speaking through his teeth. They had barely even started, yet Bendu already wanted this to be the Lord’s job to do. Not his.

“ What were you chasing, Bendu. “
He felt a shiver go up his spine as Cameo got closer to stare at him- His vision now being blinded by nauseating visuals and colors as he only saw Cameo as a mess of colors. A very own personal nightmare.

“ Did you Kill it? “ Cameo asked, his fists balling up again to only smile and stare. Bendu felt a lump in his throat only staring at the other Baron with…Fear. He was scared, It was so prominent in his eyes. Someone like him, so important and so high of himself, was scared. Though, he had very good reasons to be scared! Many..Many reasons, all the reasons could probably be listed in his own eulogy. Their silence was shared, though his own music was tense enough to surround them in almost metaphorical shield. It was shielding his own ears from any other sounds around him as the blood seeped into ground below them. A response, his own response, so he could think to himself.

It had gotten so peaceful in his mind during moments like this, where he could think with the music, and maybe see his whole life flash before his eyes- Where he could dream he could see something as beautiful as that again. He stared at the ground below, the beautiful tufts of grass that he had felt against…had only gotten taller. Refusing to make eye contact with Cameo, he hadn’t even noticed his attention had shifted elsewhere.

“ There you two are. “ Cameo said calmly with that same smile.
“ You’re pretty late to the party. “
Bendu’s eyes widened at the mention of ‘ You two ‘, feeling his breath hitch as two sharpened blades were placed against his neck.
Lifting his head up slowly as the metal was pressed against the remaining bare skin of his neck- facing Cameo’s face again. That look almost seemed conniving, despite having that same grin. The lack of some of his facial expressions, onky made things more uneasy.

One blade was like a sword, with some carvings that made it more complex than it already was. A lance, with gold plates. One was a bill hook that could easily scoop and dismember him with ease with a swipe of a strong hand. His breath hit against the material, feeling the sides of the sharp ends scrap against his delicate skin.

“ Bendu was just about to tell me if he killed someone, who- “
“ -Probably got away. “ Cameo shrugged and backed up.

“ AH! See! The rumors are true! “ A voice barked who was holding the lance. Bendu went to look at the obviously familiar culprit, who showed off his teeth with a confident grin at him. Human in design, but demonic in nature. One measly little horn was perched on his own left, while to Bendu- it was his right. He had brown messy hair and a  Two toned shirts with gold seams and patterns, along with a large brown bag strapped across his back. He was short, but that was because of his lack of legs, but it made up for his extraordinary upper strength in his arms. Even someone like Bendu could admire that, even if his own arms were nowhere to be seen, and it was just floating hands.

“ You do let people off! I knew you weren’t a real killer. Funny how I was the one who always knew that. “ He boasted with a chuckle, as his voice ran cold. Would it be stupid to protest? Absolutely. He could cry out that they got away, though they all knew how he was when he had someone on the chase or at least on his targets. No one made it out alive.

  “ I knew it too, Dave! I was the one who told you it! “ Bendu turned around to face the one holding the bill hook.
“ He’s always been a little shit-stain. “ This one was a small anthropomorphic goat, with tan fur and even tanner marks. With Golden eyes and the same horn on his right rather than his left. He sported a green beanie cap and blue overalls that covered a red shirt with gold. His red pupils pierced through Bendu’s green ones with his long tail whipping around in anticipation. He eyed Dave for a while, then to Cameo.

“ Can we kill him? He’s been nothing, but trouble recently when it comes down to that damn train!  “
Bendu’s face scrunched up at the mention of the train, rolling his eyes afterward.

“ Now Bambi- “

“ Well. I vote yes! He’s just a dumb old man anyways! “ Dave had interrupted Cameo to speak up, with his partner, Bambi.

“ Two against one. Works enough for me. “ Bambi replied.

“ Hold it. “
But Cameo had put a pin in that plan. Bendu watched as both of the Baron’s attention were focused back on Cameo, who was approaching closer again. He immediately looked back down to not face him, now watching as the grass around them was much taller than usual- Along with weeds to surround his own ankles. Bendu knew that he wasn’t gonna be running away anytime soon with these three idiots surrounding him.

“ I think it would be best if we left him up to Bandu. “The purple demon showed off his sharp teeth that glimmered in the moonlight. A small smile, but it told him everything he needed to know going forward. At this point, Bendu was so tired of seeing his face. He wanted to punch it into place, giving the lord a real reason to kill him later. Bendu heard ready laughs pipe up behind him. His heart stopped as a sweat broke out, that musical shield surrounding all of them now rising in tension. His eyes furrowed to glare at Cameo as the blades kept near his neck. The two Barons spoke up with glee, specifically Dave.

“ He’ll know what to do with this pathetic wimp! “
“ Whatever happened to those violent killing sprees, ‘ Mr Death. ‘? “
Obviously, he was being mocked here, as they continued to laugh and laugh.

“ He’s STARVING for someone to actually give a shit! “
Bambi piped them, which one reeled them into violent laughter. Cameo only walked away from the two when they erupted into louder cackling.

“ I’ll come with soon. There’s one last person left in that house. “
“ Give me 2 Minutes. “
All three barons watched as Cameo strutted away from them, stepping over the bloodied and pale corpses. Dave and Bambi brought their weapons closer to Bendu, which he didn’t respond to in the slightest.

Maybe he should’ve finished the job if he knew it was gonna be like this.

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Clackety-Clack

Clackety-Clack

Clackety-Clack

A mechanical sound filled the air with a calming ambience, not too loud or not too distracting. It was quiet almost, but yet not too quiet. There was a feeling with these mechanical sounds, soft cushions and a pillow. Warm and inviting as the industrial mechanics went on outside. Tristan felt as if he was dreaming, after all, he could feel his bed. The blanket cover and the pillow? Maybe what he all experienced was a sick nightmare. Yet it didn’t explain the mechanical sound of wheels against tracks..like a train. His head throbbed with pain and his eyes felt too heavy to open, but yet, he managed. His eyelids slowly fluttered open with the help of forcing himself to awake. Everything was blurry and dark, the sound of mechanics getting louder, finally able to open his eyes to get a look of where he was.

Unfortunately, no how many times he would trick himself to think he was home..he was somewhere else.

There was a dim light above him and a ceiling of a material he couldn’t comprehend yet from how tired he was. It wasn’t his ceiling. Tristan turned his head with his still blurry vision and blinked a few times, letting his eyes adjust to the new surroundings as he was still confused. Obviously, he was in a room- a small one in fact, almost like a compacted hotel room. There was a dresser propped up against the back wall along with a desk right beside it, and a chair to go along with the wooden desk- it was neatly put up with a slight tilt, as if not entirely perfect. Beside his bed was another desk, wooden and still, but with a Black box with a note on top of it. This..wasn’t his room at all. Was dad taking them somewhere? It sounded like he was on a train from the rails. He couldn’t remember, but his head hurt like it was hit with a rock.  Slowly, he propped himself up in the bed. Red cold covers with white sheets, it was definitely not his bed. His bed had a lot more blue on it..it was one of his favorite colors, but red was nice- It matched his sweater…which was scuffed and dirty with grass and dirt. What happened??? It was confusing to pinpoint with his head feeling like a hot piece of metal that was smacked against an anvil several times. Looking back at the box, he decided to grab the note that was on top of it, which was already indented with pen markings. The paper felt still and the pen indents were rough and hard, like someone had to force the pen to get ink out as they wrote. Whoever this mystery writer was also had neat handwriting, yet some imperfections were already noticed. His adjusting eyes decide to read it multiple times.

From the desk of The Conductor.

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Hello young passenger. 

Do not fret. You are in a safe place, away from the horrors you have experienced. 

You are on the route to Sanctuary. You will be safe here and where we plan to go.

We have met before. I was the Lady in Pink you saw at your Father’s little party. We are strangers, but for now I am your Conductor on this train. 

I suspect you may have a lot of questions. They will be answered with time. I am at the front of the train for you to visit. 

A part of their writing was scribbled out, but it wasn’t scribbled out too well- As Tristan could read it. Something something… ‘ Like to meet you. ‘.

He continued reading.

Your curiosities will be fulfilled. 

And I am truly sorry for your loss, young one. 

With Best Wishes…

Conductor Expunged. 

P.S. This Train is a little tricky. Don’t be alarmed. She’s friendly if not confusing.

Tristan put the note down after reading through it a couple of times. The handwriting was unique, their Y’s curved up and the way they wrote upper and lowercase E’s made it looked as if they were written as quickly as possible. Kinda looked like the way Tristan would try to write if he was trying to be “ Professional “. Yet, it still left him perplexed. She? Sanctuary? Conductor? Curiosities?…Maybe he was in a concussion dream. Maybe he hit his head against the gate back at home and he’s just sleeping! Yea…Lucid dreaming. Cool.
He left the note on the bed as he was back up on his feet onto the floor, now ignoring the box for later. Although a present from this..Conductor guy, he was scared to even open it. Thankfully, he could feel his senses coming back to him, his eyesight regained a little more and now he could get a whiff of the smell around him. Normally it wouldn’t be too much of a problem if it wasn’t for the strong smell of apples in the room, like a candle had burned for too long. Though, he was curious- curious of what was beyond the room he was in, if the sounds beyond the room were real and the note had implied- He was on a train.

..Cool. He supposed.

Tristan grabbed onto the golden door knob and turned it as carefully as he could, opening the heavy door to get a peek outside. What laid outside that cabin door was already putting him with slight unease. A long corridor with lots of evenly spaced out doors along a red carpet, each other door had a lock- implying more people were in each cabin…When the whole place was almost barren of anyone. Each end of the hallway had an even heavier door, with a simple rounded window peering into the outside. His head maneuvered to the left at the entrance of this train car, and quickly made his way towards it- attempting to make as little noise as possible. The door handle was indented into the train, and not outwards like the handles back home- Which made him have to jump up and grab onto it while using his inner strength to push it back. He strained a little, but he eventually got it open, despite how heavy it seemed to be. Bounding into the next train car- He closed it behind himself with the same amount of force, before turning around to view his next sight.

The next car he was looking upon had almost the same atmosphere, dimly lit- with wood textures and rose red carpet and patterns. It felt home-y, and this car only smelled like smoke, but not putrid enough to make him cover his nose. The chairs were not aligned against the walls like some of the more modern trains he had seen, like subways. They were tables, with cushioned seats facing each other with a small table in front of them, a window above each table. Though..The curtains were drawn, making it hard to see the outside, if anything- he was too scared to see what was outside. The lights aligned along the middle of the ceiling, along the top of the carpet of the car. Yet, despite all the lights being on, there was still silence and no one to accompany this lonely train. All he heard was the quiet chugging of the steam and industrial singing of the wheels. Yet the more he looked at a certain part of the train, the more it seemed to move..unnaturally. It was always changing, always moving in some way, subtly or not. He shivered at the thought of an alive train, now that he remembered the Conductor’s note. All he could do was press on until he could find this Conductor fellow. He reached the entrance door again and repeated his force to pull it open and peer into the next car. Same view…Same drawn curtains, and same table. A question came into his mind- Was it never ending? Would he ever actually find this conductor? Or would he just be walking until he eventually woke up? Scary, Very scary to think about. He wasn’t even sure where this train was heading, to where this “ Sanctuary “ could possibly be! His first idea was to look out the window, but alas, he was scared to see what could be outside. Tristan ended up staring at the drawn curtains for a while, not sure what to do. Staring at the curtains made him remember a fond memory of his- one that he didn’t remember himself, but one his dad was relaying to Bambi.

A fond memory of his dad taking care of Tristan when he was just a little baby. Tristan could recall it almost perfectly, he wasn’t sure why, but it was nice to think about. His dad would go on about how at only 11 months he had gained a small fear of rain. To a point where he would cry at the sound of thunder and if the windows weren’t drawn. It wasn’t until long until that fear was dying down, because of one faithful little incident. He remembered how happy his dad sounded while telling this part of the story. When Bambi was outside working on the backyard, Tristan would watch him out the window and try to get his attention. When he did get his attention, Bambi would always stick his tongue out at both of them, before going back to work. It warmed his dad’s heart to see, it was only more so when it started to rain when Bambi had been working- making it easy for Tristan to slowly get used to the rain outside. Funny enough, Dave started to make Bambi go outside in the rain for Tristan to watch, which only got Dave in trouble as Bambi would complain about it in the meantime.

Although a nice memory to think about, it was kind of scary to understand how familiar that feeling could be compared to now. Would he open the curtain? He wasn’t sure, he didn’t know what was going to be outside. Though..A part of him explicitly made it feel like that no one he knew would be seen outside. Not his dad, or Bambi, or even Muko. It was a moving train, no one else would be outside. It was still terrifying to think about.  After a few minutes of just staring, he decided to press on- He’ll look later when he gets braver as a kid. Turning around, he hoped to be met with the emptiness of the train car again..But even he couldn’t have something as simple as that.

A large figure sat in the booth chairs, his hands on the table. Tristan screamed shortly, before covering his hands with his mouth- Seeing this figure in full view. They were very tall, wide too, almost like a drawer. Their frame was covered by a dark gray trench coat that looked like the color of cremated ashes, and a wide brimmed hat that almost made them look like detectives from noir movies. Their hair was dark as ink, and kept, but sticking out in some places as it was long. It’s skin, gray, with their eyes overshadowed by their hat. The scariest feature to their child was their stature, but yet it was also their hands…It’s hands were big enough to crush him if possible, it made him fearful. There were more passengers on the train..? But, he thought he was completely alone with the conductor, there was no noise! He turned to face the kid, his head only moving. Tristan could feel his concealed eyes on him, wondering if he were to say anything. He awaited for some kind of fearing voice, one that would wake him up from this dream. The man watched him, not saying a word, not even moving a single muscle! It seemed like he was watching his every move, up until he moved his hand up and waved subtly.

It was…More relieving than what his child brain was thinking, thank god, so he dropped his tense stance.

“ ..Hi- “
He waved back sheepishly as the man went back to staring at nothing. Curiously, he peaked to where he was staring at, and as always, being met with nothing.



“ ..Do you know where we’re going? “
The child asked, his voice filled with uncertainty. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, silence? It was quite jarring to hear him speak, bluntly too- it almost scared him.

“ SOMEWHERE. “
And that was it. Somewhere wasn’t a very helpful answer, but he assumed that even he didn’t know where they were heading..Unless he did and he was hiding secrets. It was odd, he kept staring up at the tall man who didn’t look at him. His voice was blunt and deep, nothing like he had never heard before. Tristan looked at the other door that led to the different cars, then at the window, then at the cars.

“ Do you know where we are? “
He asked. The Man responded again;

“ SOMEWHERE. “

Somewhere…Was that the name of this place or he just didn’t know? It was really confusing now. Maybe his dad was somewhere…if he was still alive, and this was a dream. Though..It wouldn’t be a problem to get to know everyone right? It was best to make friends than enemies or remain strangers.

“ Oh. Okay- “ He rubbed his hands together, wondering if he was being a bother by talking.
“ I-...I’m Tristan, I’m supposed to see the..The Conductor of this train.

Man, he REALLY hoped he wasn’t being too much. The tall figure looked over at the small kid for a small period of time, now holding out his hand in front of him, as if signaling a handshake as a greeting. Tristan, scared and uncertain, accepted it by placing his own palm in the middle of his. It was obvious how different their hand sizes were, but his was almost the size of a large frying pan. And he watched, as the man very gently held onto his hand and shook it.

“ BLANC. GRIS. CALL ME EITHER. “ He responded, before letting go and going back to his regular stance of staring at nothing. Tristan bowed his head slightly.

“ Nice ta- Nice to meet you…Gris. “
He looked back at the door leading to a different car, now wondering. The child took a few steps forward, before waving to the man, looking back.

“ I’ll..see you later! “
And then he sped off to open the door again, the man slowly turning his head to watch him as he opened the door with all of his mighty little strength, then closed it once behind the other side. Tristan let out a huge sigh of relief, staring at his hand for a bit to register that- he was real! He thought anyway. It didn’t feel like human skin, or not close enough to Human skin. He couldn’t tell anymore. Just as he was caught up in his own thoughts, another voice spoke.

“ Ah, so you’re the new passenger that Expunged was talking about.. “
Tristan yelped at the voice and back up against the door, whipping his head around to see who or what was talking to him. He saw another figure sitting in one of the booths. They were..Quite the opposite of that Blanc person. He was rather small, with light skin and very very light and small freckles dotting around his cheeks and nose. He had gentle black eyes like the eyes Tristan had seen on a deer or a rabbit, just now on a human with more emotion. His coat covered almost all of his body, the same as the man from before, only now a light navy blue with even lighter stripes that went down to his ankles. An orange golden scarf was wrapped around his neck and covered his mouth and he had orange curly hair that poked out from the cap that he wore, which was the same color as his coat. Tristan looked to see if the coat covered his whole body, and noticed golden spike prosthetics poking out…Almost reminded him of his dad. Just, a lot more different. His voice seemed kind enough, soft too instead of blunt and powering. Even if he had that tone that made him sound like he could drop an insult at any moment.

“ Who are you now?!“
Tristan asked, the new figure was confused, his expression perplexed.

“ I’m David. I’m a passenger here. “ He noticed how shaken up Tristan looked, and decided to calm his nerves.

“ Do not be afraid. I mean no harm. No one here does. “
“ Why don’t you sit down with me? It would be kind of useless if we just talked from across the car, no? “ He patted the table with a small hand, very much smaller than the guy from before. Tristan, hesitant, decided to speak up- but step closer only one time.

“ I..I don’t know if I’m allowed to talk with strangers. “ A lie he made up himself, even when he initiated conversation with Blanc, he just wasn’t sure about someone being so open all of the sudden in a new place. David looked like he believed it too.

“ I see.. “
“ Well. What’s your name? “ He asked.

“ Tristan. “

“ Well Tristan. That’s a very nice name by the way. “
“ You don’t need to be afraid here. No one who rides this train means any harm. If someone were to try to hurt you they would’ve had to go through the conductor first, or me! “
David chuckled, while Tristan thought about that sentence.

“ You’re protecting me? “
David seemed a little perplexed by that answer, his face looked like he didn’t really have a clear answer for that.

“ Well. It’s complicated, But yes. You can say that I suppose. “
He shrugged.

“ Oh.. “
“ Wait Wait! Do you know where the Conductor is? “ Tristan remembered the name, but didn’t know how to say it properly, even with the handwriting. Maybe once David said it, he could copy it.

“ Expunged? “ That was a weird name, Tristan thought once David had said it.
“ Errr.. “
“ He’s taking a smoke break at the moment. He was gonna come to see if you were awake, but you beat him to it. “
David explained, in simple terms.

“ …Oh. Well who was that guy in the previous train..thingie? “
He was curious if that was just a figment of his imagination, or an actual person. He could see David’s eyes widen as he thought about it.

“ …So there is someone else here. “
He muttered. Though before Tristan could ask what he meant by that, or explain further- Footsteps were heard from the other side of the door, click clacks from high heels or really fancy boots. His already nervous and scared mind immediately kicked into action like a hunted rabbit, running to one of the booths to hide under the table. David’s comment made him paranoid enough, and now there was probably someone else coming?! His mind was too scattered to think straight.

The door opened with ease and a figure stepped out, the room immediately was filled with the smell of cigar ash and coffee. Very bitter.

“ God damnit, Did I forget which room?!  “
A gruff voice muttered out as two legs strided past the table Tristan was hiding under and to stop to sit at David’s table across from him. David wore a simply indifferent look after looking straight up confused.

“ Which room did you check? “ He asked. The gruff voice continued to speak.

“ 112. “
“ That WAS the room! It was! The covers were all messed up and there was still the gift there! Untouched! “
“ Now I have an 8 year old boy loose in a constantly changing train. “ He complained, Tristan could see a small bit of ash fall to the floor. 

“ Well, Maybe- “ David was further interrupted.

“ Don’t ‘ MAYBE ‘ Me! What if those damn barons already got ‘im? “ He argued.
“ I don’t believe a word you say ANYTIME! You’re just some ghost that fucks with my head. “

“ Language, Lord Expunged. “
David was poking the bear.

“ DON’TCHA ‘ LORD ‘ ME EITHER! I ain’t a lord! I’m a MESSENGER. I can say fuck all the fuckin’ time any fuckin’ day  that I  FUCKIN’ want! “
Tristan was immediately a little frustrated about how stupid this guy was acting, even if he concluded if this was the conductor who wrote that reassuring note. He didn’t sound as kind as he did in the note or when he was that..person in the pink dress. Slowly, he got up from under the table and stepped out to look at the two arguing. Though..The conductor did want to see him so-

“ ..Are you..Ex..Expunged? “ He asked, trying his best to pronounce the word correctly.

The child’s question made the two look over. The Conductor turned around and his face expressed embarrassed shock already. Just like that person in pink from hours ago, he had an obsidian like face with one white eye and a sharp toothed mouth. The only difference was that he was wearing a short gray trench coat with a red sweater, with equally red mittens. His pants looked like they were sectioned off at the knee, making them look like triangle blocks with red high heels. He wore an old conductor's hat that covered his head, and he had a cigar in his mouth. He couldn’t see any blush from his embarrassing moment, but he could tell he was flustered. The aforementioned David just slowly glanced over at the Conductor and smiled. Hard to tell he was smiling, because of his scarf, but the way his eyes scrunched? He sure was grinning like an idiot.

“ ..Ah! Erm. “
“ Yes. That’s me. “ He confirmed, taking the thick cigar from his mouth and tapping it to get the stray ashes from the lit bud as they fell onto the clean red carpet. Clearing his throat, he kneeled down to the small child.

“ I assume you saw my note. “ He continued.

“ ..Yea. “ The child’s eyebrows furrowed as he gave a small glare to Expunged. Already he wasn’t sure if he liked this conductor guy, mostly by how mean he was to David. He didn’t sound like how he wrote or acted when they first met. He decided to speak up.

“ Why were you yelling at that guy? It’s not his fault. “
Expunged at first wore a small smile, before it faded into surprise- then fear. Which was frankly odd, turning to David with an agape mouth. To which he waved with even more a shit-eating grin which was concealed.

“ … “
“ OKAY! “
Expunged put the cigar back in his mouth and stood up, clapping a few times.
“ That solves one mystery! “ What mystery?? Did he think that he couldn’t see David? Why was everyone on this train so weird?!

“ Anyways. You’ll be safe here. Nothin’ to worry about. I’m here to answer aaaaall those questions you may have stored in your noggin. “
The conductor took the liberty of giving a gentle knock to Tristan’s head. Which he.. Didn’t appreciate and kinda gave him another glare. Tristan rubbed his head and thought good and hard about what questions he had, which he had a lot. Though there was one that stuck out as Expunged was talking to that David guy earlier.

“ I have one..I think. “
Expunged sat down on one of the seats as Tristan spoke, placing a knuckle on his cheek.

“ Shoot. “ Expunged said with a wave as he blew smoke out from his mouth when he leaned his head up.

“ … “
“ What happened? “
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“ You let a kid get away, that's what’s up! DumbASS! “ Dave used his hand to shove the Beetle like Baron forward. He picked himself back up with his lances and continued to stilt walk with the two other Barons by his side. Bendu hissed at him for shoving.

“ Don’t TOUCH me! Ya already put your rusty blade up to my neck, what else do ya want?! “
Bendu shouted as they all walked through the tall leading path of minerals and rocks. It spiraled upwards like a tornado and had many stalactites growing on the underside. With one even loud shout or harsh stomp one of them could come crashing down on an unsuspecting person at any moment. Bendu of course that even all of the Barons knew this? Especially when he was the one being led to their Lord. He looked up above the spiral, all he could see was the entrance of an almost upside down, sharp pointed abode. Almost like a castle, but shaped upside down like dripping points…almost like a hive. It unnerved him to the very core as they approached a high framed door made of some jade-like material. A sweat went down his shell as Cameo made his way to the front, opening the door. The first thing he saw was a very bright interior, the walls were a cream like white and it smelled of vanilla throughout the whole entrance as candles were lit on each little table there was.

He swallowed his pride when he saw a single door in his view, walking towards it with hesitance as the rest followed behind. It was just as jade-like as the entranceway, elegant in nature, but completely terrifying in his concept. It slowly opened as he grabbed onto the handle, letting his shaking hand off the door as the dimly lit room was in his view again. To him, it was completely empty, only having a velvet green chair facing away from the door as a polished wood desk sat in front of it. Of course, he knew it was best not to look in the dark areas of the room and only stay within the door’s view of light- so did the other Barons. The room kept up the smell of vanilla, yet there was a faint smell of metal lingering under their noses…Metal…Blood.
Each Baron lined up orderly,side by side. Bambi was the first to Bow, lowering down with his hand on his chest and head down. Dave set his lances down and leaned on the floor, his hands by his side. Bendu simply looked at the two with equal hesitance, before leaning his upper body down, dropping his blades and having his hand positioned by his side. Cameo? He didn’t bow, there was no need for him too. Instead, this rainbow cunt strutted up to the chair and leaned onto its arms, whispering something…to someone…their lord.  Bendu couldn’t stand their relationship. It was healthy, with communication, and more understanding that even he couldn’t reach. It made him want to punch them both, but that would get him in sooo much trouble.

“…I see. “ Clawed green fingers gently ran across Cameo’s horns, to his cheek, then to his chin.
“ Thank you, My rainbow. “

Cameo’s frills shook and flicked with a smile as he stepped away from the chair, now looking at Bendu with his big bulging glowing eyes. 

“ Bendu. Could you come here? “
The Lord asked of him, which made him lift his head up the chair. Only to see his claw beckoning him forward as it glimmered in the limited light. Both Dave and Bambi looked over at Bendu, mustering laughs under their breaths as he stepped closer and closer. He could just barely make out his frame.

“ ..Yes? My lord? What do you need of me? “ He asked, keeping his voice at normal volume. His own was deep and brooding, but when faced with something like this, it cracked and became high. Scared even. Though, the lord's voice…he couldn’t describe himself. It was sinister. The thoughts of his own were interrupted when his horn was grabbed and shoved down as if he was trying to break his neck, but keep him alive. 

“ Am I hearing Cameo correctly? “
His claws dug into his horns, making small marks.

“ You let a meddling kid get away? “

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The beetle-like baron screeched as his horn was held onto, making him hold onto the handle of the chair. His hands gripped tightly onto the gold handles, digging his sore hands into the texture. He could feel his claws being pushed into his horn, scratching at it and making a mark as he held on.

“ I thought I could trust you with such a simple task as that world was destroyed. “
Bendu tried to pull back from Bandu’s grip, making strained noises as Bandu spoke. He felt his body be lifted up in the air as the Lord stood up from his chair. He made a small whine as he was lifted up, now dangling helplessly by his horn. All three barons watched, with Dave and Bambi quietly snickering to themselves as Bendu sure wasn’t acting like “ A force of nature “. Cameo looked on, Bendu could catch a glimpse of his face…He was pondering something.

“ And Of course. Time and time again…You seem to always mess something up. “ Bandu droned on, holding Bendu up in the air while he twirled his wrist a few times. His grip was tight around the beetle’s horns, making it hard for Bendu to fight back at all even if he tried. The best option was to just let your body relax for its last time as he assumed now, that Bandu was cooking up a death sentence for him. The smug and pondering look of Cameo’s face wasn’t helping with his sentence, that his death was certainly gonna have its own peanut gallery with its own comedy standup too. Funny in concept, humiliating when putting it up against his own morality and life. The only thing he could think of now was how to reason his way out of this, even if in said concept, there was no way out of this.

“ My lord. I- hm. I can assure you this was surely a mistake. The conductor got to him first before I could- “ Great reason, if only Bandu let him finish off his slightly unbelievable excuse. Even if the conductor got him first, he could easily try to pry him away from the dreaded man’s cold and bloodless hands.

“ Did I say you could open your mouth? “ The lord spoke as he held up the beetle. Bendu had to shut his mouth before he would start finding himself on a table with spikes or something of that sort. He lowered his head, or raised his body to signal shame. His metronome tail that kept wagging back and forth only came slowly, yet he didn’t curl it. If he curled it those two idiots would surely notice and make his situation worse.

“ Be quiet. “ Simple words…But he obliged. As the lord tried to continue, he took one last look at Cameo, the sneaky bastard. He put his hand on Bandu’s arm, the one he held Bendu with, and spoke. The beetle wasn’t expecting such an intrusion, if anything he was expecting Cameo to aid with his death- knowing how close the two were. Hell if he could get a glimpse of Dave and Bambi now, he could only tell they were only starting to get confused. Especially when he heard a small ‘Huh?’ come from brunette, messy haired, and frankly intelligently stupid Baron.

“ …Yes? What is it you desire, Cameo? “

At first, Bendu would only assume it was annoyance, yet of course it was a soft voice. Just put off by the sudden intrusion, it was annoying how Cameo always got the good treatment. Yet, The Baron would rather be treated like garbage and not die in this situation, then treated like nice like and die. His pretty and handsome life was more important than these empty headed morons could conjure. That’s what he thought anyway. If anyone else heard that, they could only infer that the Beetle was just another arrogant grain in the sand that happens to be colored gold.

“ Bendu really did almost catch the kid. The conductor got them. “
“ Yet the Baron Crucifix was unsheathed, his ankle sprained… “
Cameo went on, but Before he could process his words- Bendu had to register that…This fruity, colorful, crustacean, and frankly creepy man was defending him from getting killed! He blinked and glanced at Bandu, seeing if he would buy this load of horseshit. Who, in fact, was starting to ponder the thought, although with anger. The mention of the Conductor only made him irritable as he thought about it.

“ And to stack on. Remember? You’re supposed to be relaxing today. Hm? Your wing. “
Bandu’s angry, thinking gaze softened. He looked behind himself at his back before back at Cameo, now averting his gaze off to the side as he placed his chin in his hand, scratching it as he wondered and balanced the decisions. This was actually working, how stupid, yet..thoughtful? That Cameo was stretching the situation for Bendu, though the look that he gave Bendu- Didn’t read as thoughtful. What was he even thinking? Though it became Humorous when he heard Dave and Bambi slap their hands onto their own heads and groaned loudly with disappointment. Serves them right, their little show won’t be coming anytime soon! This handsome devil will keep on living.

“ …Right. My wing. “
With a sigh, the lord reached over and pet Cameo’s head..or hat. His only eye centered on the right side of his face morphed from a very polite smile.
“ Thank you for reminding me. “

“ -about you. “
Bendu found himself closer to the Lord as he was lifted up farther into the air.
“ You are very lucky today. “
And then he found himself set down on the ground, the tension from his horn subsiding and his fear being swept away by a wave of relief. Yet he kept his upright posture as he was faced with his boss. Said boss gave a fake smile as it shifted from his mouth to his eye- that being the only thing on his face.

“ I will give you one more. One more chance, and not anymore. “
“ One more chance to catch that passenger. “
He spoke in Quiet, aggressive, but frankly calming voice. It made Bendu paralyzed as he stared up at him.

“ That chance and only that chance. And make it quick. “ He snapped, standing up straight afterwards to stretch his body out and turn away from the Baron. The lord sat back down on his chair and put his fingers on his left temple.
“ (The Angel should probably beat you here, before you can even get ‘im…) “

“ Yes My lord! Of course my lord! I won’t let them get away this time. “
And of course, he bowed about half way with a confident smile- his musical tail wagging back and forth in a faster rhythm. He marched off when Bandu gave a wave of his hand with a tired glare, now grabbing his Weapons off the floor with a big ol’ grin on his face. There was never more relief in his body than now! Enough to ignore the other two Barons giving him the stinkiest stink eyes they could even give. As he marched out the room to now endure on his big mission, the two groaned again.

“ What a jackass.. “

“ Can’t even imagine what kinda shit he has for brains. “
Bambi spoke, only for Dave to follow up with as they picked up their own Weapons from the ground. They were under the impression they were dismissed too, now thinking of the next thing they could do. Maybe get a drink or too and talk shit about Bandu, or maybe even Cameo if they were lucky and got far into it.

“ Nuh uh. C’mere you two. “ Cameo spoke loud and clear, the moment Dave had picked up his lances to start heading out with Bambi. Him and Bambi looked over at Cameo, at first with annoyance- only to look back at each other in confused..and slowly stride up to Lord Bandu’s chair- each on either side. They were expecting to also get in trouble, thankfully for their sorry selves, it was quite the opposite. Cameo stepped back to watch with that same smile.

“ You two. Both. “
“ Follow Bendu. “ Bandu ordered.

“ …Huh? “ Even more Puzzled, they spoke together and leaned in closer to see what he was..getting at exactly.

“ Follow Bendu. If he ends up failing… “
“ Kill him. “
“ Got it? “
Quick and easy that the two knuckleheads could understand. The lord glanced at them to see their face. At first he was a little put off at their shocked faces, only to watch as they looked at eachother, and morphed those fearful faces into eager and evil grins.

“ Yes Sir! “ Dave saluted, before throwing himself away from the Chair- already heading out the door as fast as he could.
“ Ay Aye! “ And with Bambi following suit. They started to whoop and cheer with readiness- even giving each other a High five when they made their way out of the room. The door closed behind them and now Bandu was left with his only right hand man. Something was on his mind as he looked at Cameo, eventually giving in to say it when Cameo started to climb up on the arm of his chair to then crawl onto his shoulders.

“ You were lying that whole time about Bendu were you? “
He asked, watching as the Baron made himself comfy with his face close to his.

“ Yup. “
He responded.

“ You just wanted me to rest, huh? “

“ Mhm. “

Bandu laughed at Cameo’s honesty, turning to give him a little kiss on the cheek.

“ Cheeky thing. “