#lexer shadow

             Several nights he laid there barren with that pusillanimous expression. A doll, simple as that, Patched together from varying in fabric and pigment. A single amber eye as his only window into the world surrounding him, the slime filled world were so many tragedies take place. How many times had he been used? How many times had he felt the painful bite of a reality that wasn't there? So many taken from him, so many failed attempts, all of it drove him to the brink of insanity. How absurd to think a doll could feel emotions as no one had equipped him with a heart.             Memories evanesced and he swore they were his. One moment he was Lexer, the animated ragdoll and elusive shadow, the next he was… someone completely different. Someone he couldn’t put a name or face to, all he could understand was the impression this person was absolutely him. As often as he fancied this he woke to a reality with no past. Each recollection a fabrication stemming from the monster doll’s yearning for the truth, a truth no one had for him. In retrospection there was something inside him horrifying; black enchantments of the arcane he refused to affirm. Many moons back a flair of force nearly destroyed Lexer. The patchworks stomach burst open with a blast of purple light rending open his stomach and nearly his chest cavity, decimating all in the path, ingesting it into a roaring vortex. Before his face a rune the same purple pigment glowed.           Upon waking he found his stomach stitched tightly shut. He’d blacked out and recalled nothing of the events prior to his torso tearing open.  Puzzling more was how his laceration had sutured him shut to contain the atrocious sorcery. With new found knowledge the patchwork knew that however he was made or by whom, his conception was set to be a force of destruction. Loathing his new found ‘purpose’ he buried the memory in the hope no one would use him as he was intended. Deep down Lexer no longer valued his existence, as he was an abomination, yet part of him wished  to exist.