Chapter 1: Let's Proceed Shall We...?
WARNING: READER'S PRONOUNS WILL BE THEY/THEM UNTIL FURTHER CHAPTERS AHEAD, MAKE SOME DESCRIPTONS THAT ARE EITHER WONKY OR WEIRD (IN MY OPINION), IMPROVING WRITING FOR THE CHANGE OF THE PACE, UNFORUNATELY THIS WILL BE SFW FOR THE SAKE OF THE STORY (*COUGH* *COUGH* I HAVE TO ASK IN CASE IF I DID SOMETHING THAT I MIGHT REGRET LATER ON), IT'S NOT GOING TO BE SAME WITH THE REST OF YANDERE STORIES THAT I USUALLY WRITE FOR, I PROBABLY MIGHT OR MIGHT NOT CHANGE THE WAY OF HOW I WRITE YANDERE CHARACTERS & THE PLOTLINE, & ENJOY THE CHAPTER FOLKS!
Somewhere our story starts off where our journey heads off to our little wander heading off to place to place in adventures filled with amazing, darkest, and scariest things that they ever face! Meeting new people, making friends and enemies, fiends or foes! They wander off to whatever they desire to be while being situated in unknown universe that they were on.
A certain mission that they were meant to do while romaing around the earth of this universe that they were kinda forced into it. But, that didn't stop them while the roam around the beautiful places and surrounding areas that bring them a sense of pleasure and relief after chaos erupted. They settled down somewhere in a little town that they were familar with after moving town to town to their destination. Their destination is not their arrival but rather their resting place to relax in the meantime while still fixating with their mission at hand.
But, what could this mission be?
Maybe it's something that they were forced to do after a certain incident?
Hmm? Well, if it ain't no of these then, it might be...something good or bad?
Celetisals, perhaps? No? Maybe demons? A contract? Hmm...Nope.
Maybe...something that they dream of being alone with their thoughts clouding their mind while living in a normal life somewhere far away from the world where no one will find them?
It could be that or...oh who am I kidding? This is a story! Stories that brings the life of a little wander coming from their hard and long journey after dealing the good and bad things that happened.
But, it will never happened here or would it? Should we continue on where we left off?
It was a beautiful dark night under the starry skies blew gray and blackish with little starlights glowing under the bright full moon. People in town walked down in streets and the city itself, separating their ways within the street lights filled with beautiful bright neon colors of the rainbow. Shining through, the streets were filled small shops and buildings with big and small signs plastered all over the town for folks to come in on a tour or coming in for a walk.
Town people walk past the cute decorations and lanterns that were hanged up above the towns' rooftops and building sites that look appealing for the view under the glow of the moon. Stars twinkling in the cool air of the wind and clouds as the whispers and conversations were made throughout the town folks.
Footsteps patter on the pavement ground of the hard brick sidewalk as another footstep click on the side.
A certain person stop their tracks as their (H/c) (H/l) hair sway with the wind, stopping their tracks with their dull (E/c) colored eyes spotted something on the bill board. Bags swings on the side of their (S/c) colored skintone along with their (B/t= Body type) giving some kind of after glow within the moonlight shade. Clothes that look like they were in the 1990s with their light brown jacket and the dark tannish color of their collar shirt with a matching ribbon tie fits their shirt color. Light brown pants that look like a work outfit tangled with a black belt tied up to their waist snatched and 1990s black heels with buckles on one side each.
Their attention caught something that made them stop their tracks as they turn fully to see what made them look at the bill board. There they came across an image of a wanted poster plastered on the bill board with some boring and interesting papers stapled across. These papers were either filled with some random work jobs, salons, restuarants, taxes, and other stuff that are related, but that's not what they were looking for.
Their dull (E/c) colored eyes stared at the small pictures of two procelain cups that look like a young kids around elemetary grade or middle school, perhaps? They look broken up based on the photo of dead or alive on the wanted poster itself as they stare at it with a bit of interest.
One with red glowing eyes caught their eyes as they stare at the procelain cup's clothes and their weird yellow shiny gelatin hairstyle, persumably? Reminds them of some certain kids with street style clothings, a small tooth gap, bandages wrap around his arms, a red banada wrap around his neck, and a strange look on his face like he was excited or rather terrifying and scary expression.
Switch to the other cup, this one was a bit nerdy almost like he was a smart kid in every class that you might think of. Big blue nose was noticable, glasses that look cracked on the side, and perhaps a navy blue turtleneck fitable for a nice little guy. His blue eyes look like he was terrified almost the same as the other cup earlier. They were both kids bloodied up and cracks form on their heads along came with the bruises and dust covering them up to fit the image of a killer of some sort.
Though, in their opinion, they're just kids in their eyes like any child they would think of. But, here it is different. Some kids like them are either young or at the point of age would make themselves a monster or something terrifying to make an appearance of who they are and what they are.
Aside using the criminology based off information of this wanted poster and profiling them on what's little and interesting things about these procelain cups. Based on this point view, they guess something bad might happened to them along with some certain news through newspapers that they been collecting in case they were to meet at some point ahead.
Keeping tabs of them is one of them.
Yet, they look at the bold letters at the top of the wanted poster written dead or alive beneath it. They named themselves as The Collectors for a young age as childen these days. "Poor little ones..." they thought with a sense of pity as they stare at them. A kid's laughter caught her attention as her dull (E/c) colored eyes to see children and teenagers running off to the streets, having fun with their lives.
Living up to their childhood like the rest of the children at certain ages unlike The Collectors who were forced to grow up in a environment that's either dangerous or an unknown area. They wonder what their story and the things that they did as kids especially when it comes to do a little detective work. "Well...if they were to collect something from me, I would have nothing to gain from either way." they thought before carrying the groceries and shopping bags as they head back into the streets.
While getting back on track, their heels click on the hard brick pavement with each step heard as they walk down the sidewalk. The glowing of the street lights and lit up lanterns hanged on the buildings' rooftop with a rope lined up in horizontal way as they glow within the streets and shops around.
*PAT* *PAT* *CLICK* *CLICK*
Softly giving a small tune of humming of a little song that they once knew as little kid back then in their small home town with their adopted parents. A little song that they only knew was very ancient language that they studied for a very long time and learning the language itself as they walk past the crowd filled with folks from different backgrounds. Not that they mind the folks and the background, they didn't mind or pay attention to them since they were not clearly the "target" for them.
Speaking of target, they were mentioned to deal with a certain "important mission" that they have to take care of as their dull (E/c) colored eyes look over the crowd then look forward ahead. "Almost forgot about the little mission at the back of my mind..." they thought as they walk past the people who were entertaining themselves and enjoying their time together.
"Time for the next mission...!~"
- The reason is why the reader is keeping tabs on The Collectors because they don't want to meet them due to "certain missions".
- The reader is basically a Wander or Traveler.
- What are these missions?
- The Author made this chapter short intentionally so...yeah...
