In the realm of Forsaken, a altered robloxian leaned against the broken wall, the wall clearly seemed unstable. Footsteps sounded out, seemingly far yet close, the footsteps grew closer, each step making the robloxians heart race. That familiar laugh, it was him. The robloxian screamed, horrified from the tall red figure, the firebrand was held in that creatures right hand, it's smile horrifying. Sharp teeth, it's jeans ripped, it's shirt torn up and slightly burnt.
"GET AWAY FROM ME YOU MONSTER!" The yell was heard, but never answered. The monster killed the robloxian with the firebrand, burning them alive into ash. It looked down at the pile of ash, gripping the sword ever so tighter. "Hey CoolJay!" Another voice? It was CoolJay's friend, Mr.Doe. his corruption spread ever faster as he walked to CoolJay, having a big smile on his face. "How ya doing buddy? Doing ok with that sword you got there? Seems it's gotten stronger!" He chuckled, his corrupted arm, used to be large spike, now it's just a simple normal corrupted hand. CoolJay's eyes wandered off somewhere else, he was bothered by that statement, why did people call him a monster? Isn't this all just some game? A game of tag with extra rules? He snapped out of the trance, looking over to the now gone Mr.Doe, ugh seems like he went to go and kill once more. CoolJay thought for one moment, should he go tag more people? Killing them? Looking at the timer it read...
Ten minutes remaining, get as many kills as you can!
One step and CoolJay began to make his rounds to kill. One kill after another, he kept getting that same damn statement. "YOUR A MONSTER!" The more said about him, the more aggravated he got. "Haha Monster! Yeah right... I'm just some red devil imp! Not a huge monster!" CoolJay lied to himself, the round coming to a quick and smooth end. Given the rankings, CoolJay was lower than usual. Only about forty-five kills... Not enough.
CoolJay, happy to get home, closed his eyes, not even saying hi back to Mr.Doe, just going to get some sleep. Maybe that would help his overthinking, but that was another lie.
Holding his fathers hand, they traveled along the path. CoolJay was happy, playfully smiling with glee, 007n7 was cautious, holding CoolJay's hand tightly.
"Where are we going dad? It better be that pizza place again! It was so fun to blow it up!" A gleeful statement in CoolJay's eyes.
"We're going somewhere that doesn't involve your kind... We can definitely blow up that pizza place again...! All for you my sweet child..!"
The Pizza place... Burnt to ash. CoolJay and his cult gang went outta of there way to kill the manager to, putting his head on a pike.
"The truth... Let me find out the truth Spectator.. Why the hell am I LIKE THIS!?" The Spectator looked behind to see the one and only CoolJay at their office. "A very hard question to answer CoolJay... I think you'd have to ask your father." "SHUT UP! YOU DON'T GET TO SAY ANYTHING ABOUT MY FATHER-" A grab, a crunch, then a throw out the door... CoolJay's arm was snapped in half, twisted in ways that he even looked scared when looking at it.
The hug of a father in the next round, the 1st place winner is... Cooljay.
"W-... Why are you doing this!? Trying to kill us in the realm!? Your a monster-" "Shhh, you don't have to repeat that part a billion of times Haha!
"It's just a Demons nature."
A slice of his sword and that altered robloxians head slid clean off their neck, a small smile formed upon CoolJay's face, then a full blown crazed smile. One that can still haunt altered robloxians to this very day.
The Nature of oneself is but a monster, every single person is a monster.
