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✕⎾ ʕ·͡ᴥ·ʔ Starter for @grccter​ & @fcllower​ ʕ·͡ᴥ·ʔ ⏌✕

             A ( N I G H T M A R E ).

               This had to be a NIGHTMARE.

N O . . . he couldn't, he WOULDN'T accept this as ( r e a l i t y ) !

       But . . . why did it feel so r e a l ?

✖ – Shivering hands CLUTCHED his teddy bear close to the heart that RACED at the same pace at his feet. Along the seams of that bear was gold s t a i n e d  a FILTHY red; the very same shade as the blood that was painted across his f l e s h. NONE of that blood was his own though . . . –   ✖

HIS ENTIRE FAMILY WAS DEAD.

✖ – The moments that lead up to the FINAL b l o w of his innocence played and replayed in his mind over and over  like a BROKEN record. Yet again had he awoken, SCREAMING AND SOBBING from the ( n i g h t  t e r r o r s ) that plagued his mind. So hysterical the child had been that he RAN to his mother's room . . . only to find NOTHING there. In every room did the child search ---- –   ✖

---- only to find his MOTHER and his BROTHER lying in pools of ( b l o o d ).

✖ – Only a g l i m p s e of a MAN did the child catch before he FLED for his life. Hardy hands soaked in RED and cedar hues filled with CRUELTY was what the child saw . . . but he cared more for his LIFE than to see the f a c e of his FAMILY'S killer. –   ✖

✖ – ADRENALINE and ANXIETY only got him so far though. Soon enough, the pitiful little boy found himself collapsing in a crumbled building. With only FREDBEAR to comfort him, he could do nothing more than SOB himself to sleep. –   ✖

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✖ – Hues painted with ( p e r p l e x i t y ) pondered their surroundings as they gazed about the room. For the most part, the world about her looked like a n o r m a l  restroom. Toothbrushes NEATLY contained in a ceramic cup, floral print towels hung up almost d a i n t l y over a rack, shampoos and conditioners arranged within the tub . . . definitely NORMAL. Yet what shattered that mundane setting was a SLEEPING BAG laid right next to the toilet. –   ✖

Why.

✖ – With confusion and just a bit of EXASPERATION clinging to her tone, she would call out to the one person who could have committed such a RIDICULOUS act. –   ✖

                             { ►◄ } – ❝ Mari ! ❞

                            { ►◄ } – ❝ Why is there a ( SLEEPING BAG ) in the                             bathroom ? ! ❞

█░  ▶◀ G I V E  G I F T S ▶◀  ░█

     ⊰ Like a FLOWER that thrived in the ( s h a d o w s ), the fragile schoolgirl was never one           to be noticed . . . and never one that LIKED to be noticed. Perhaps she was lonely . . .           though, she didn't mind the solitude. Such things as SOCIALITY would have been           wonderful; yet the nerves that shot ANXIETY through her brain and the heart that           RACED at the very thought of dependence served as barriers between her and a           sense of n o r m a l c y. ⊱

     ⊰ Besides, it wasn't as if she COULD attain ( a d m i r a t i o n ) from her peers. No, she           was perfectly FINE with praise from her precious little brother. ⊱

     ⊰ ENERGY embodied the halls of the school on that early morning as students lined           themselves along the metallic lockers within their ( c l i q u e s ). IDLE chatter could be           heard amongst the juvenile voices; talking of upcoming exams, the school's SPORTS           teams, --- ⊱

                    --- the ( C U T E ) boy at CLASS 3-2 .

          Did ( M A R I ) hold any interest in him ?

                                        She wasn't certain. She didn't T H I N K so...

     ⊰ All she would do was remain by HERSELF, never daring to speak to anyone else that           roamed the hallways. Not until her own steps would F A I L her and she wound up           BUMPING into  another classmate. ⊱

4.

█░ ▶◀ G I V E  G I F T S▶◀  ░█

          { ►◄ } – "I'm g-going to ask you this one more time..."

          { ►◄ } – "Did you KILL them?"

[ cheshiresriddle ]

"Where am I?"

Nearly tripping over a raised stump, alarms rang in Edward's mind. It's dense. Nothing but trees for miles. Dead trees. The sky is invisible. Hardly a twinkle or ray of sunshine broke through the thick blanket of fog. Noises from every angle seemed elevated--spooky. Bristol this is not, and no-where is it near anything in relation to the Caribbean.

The skin above his eyebrows ached. Too much pinching and squeezing with his fingers out of frustration. Concentration on how or where to begin his escape became tedious and hopeless. Finding it dark, he first thought the stars could navigate him towards an exit. A smart idea, but due to the conditions, he found it impossible. Height he thought next. To the tree tops he ascended, scaling from one tree branch to the next. He smiled noticing a change in scenery. However it soon became a frown; always returning to the same multi-knotted branch at least in three rotations.

"Damn you!" he yelled.

To whom he yelled at even he did not know. Just then another clever idea came about. Looking around him, he searched for a somewhat decent place to rest. To be frank, nothing within the eye's line of vision looked anything remotely comfortable, but beggars can't be choosers. There, on the ground cushioned by a pile of leaves, Edward saw somewhat of a bed. He will lie down, close his eyes, and once he opens them, he will be somewhere in Nassau recovering from the most fiendish hangover. Growling, Edward jumped out of the leaves grabbing a fist full of hair nearly yanking it out. So many concerns crossed. His ship, his money (whatever there is), his island, and more importantly, him.