Chapter One:The Girl Of Nightly Essence
There was once a girl who lived in dreams. She had never loved anyone, and had yet to grasp the concept of love. Her name was Moxo Holly Geraldo. Her role in life was to protect people of reality from nightmares. But enough of introductions. Her story starts here, in a house somewhere in the Himalayas…
It was a very snowy, cold, night. The house creaked and groaned in the blizzard. Within this house lived a sole male. "Do I believe in you? Why would you ask that? Of course I do…" said Terrance Geraldo to his mirror. You see, Terrance had always been a little crazy, ever since the moment he was born. Instead of bawling, he was laughing relentlessly,
The doctors stated he had suffered no physical or mental damage beforehand, So why was it, then, that he attempted to hit and kick his own mother with his baby-sized feet and fists when she attempted to hold him? The doctors instantly removed him from his mother, which only prompted him to laugh twice as hard as when he started.
Hmm? Oh. Yes. Right. The birth of Moxo. Where was I...Ah yes! The voice in Terrance's head responded to his answer with "I'm glad you do. I'm here. Let me out?" This prompted Terrance to punch the mirror to pieces, And out came baby Moxo.
Terrance then nodded his head at the smashed mirror and said "When the baby comes of age, I will sacrifice her to Lord! And then, No one will stop your reign!" The baby began crying. Terrance rolled his eyes and said, "Shut up.", And then proceeded to punch Moxo square in the face.
12 Years Later…
"Why would you DO that,?!" Moxo screamed as she stumbled into the kitchen. She was wearing (barely visible) black and white striped stockings, a Happy Days T-shirt, shining red high-heels (which was obviously the cause of her falling constantly), and a pitch-black skirt. She also had long, white hair that was reaching down to halfway down her head. Terrance sipped a cup of coffee while reading the newspaper.
"Why would I do what, sweetheart?" Terrance replied. Moxo raised her voice even more at this. "How long has it been since you punched me!? Just why!?"
Terrance sighed as he continued to sip his his coffee. "Honestly, sometimes I wonder why I'm even raising you… It's been 12 years,, I punched you because you were crying like the stupid little brat that you are, which sent you into a coma, and in addition, you've grown to be even uglier than the first 6 and a half years of your life where you were wearing that dumb neck brace . i'm sure you would've been fine without it, but it's what those stupid doctors demanded when I told them that your mother had died giving birth and you fell and broke your neck.
Moxo just looked blankly at her supposed foster father. "However, looking on the brighter side of the moon, I was rather surprised that you've come out in the condition you did. You're lucky to still be a normal, fully-functioning human being, and not some dumb retard.
That did it. Moxo was done listening to this jackass degrade her! She ran towards him, ready to punch HIM square in the face! But, before she could, Terrance grabbed her by the wrist and smashed her on the ground. Hard. She pushed herself up. She was crying alongside a nosebleed. Terrance sighed and went back to sipping his coffee and reading the paper.
"Pathetic. You really should try to do harder, my child." Moxo's eyes widened in anger. "I am not your child,!" she screamed. at the top of her lungs. And with that, she went out the door. "I'm never coming back, you useless bum!" Terrance laughed at this. "Leave if you want, child, You were never required to stay here. However, I would suggest packing your things before you leave. These are the Himalayas, after all.
Moxo's anger quelled a bit.. "Fine. " With that, she stormed up the stairs. Terrance just grinned to himself. "She'll come back one day ,anyway, just not to see if I'm doing alright. The fates have spoken. I honestly wonder who this man she's with is, however…
6 years later…
"Thank you sir, for the ride." Moxo said to the taxi driver. "Anytime, miss. it IS my job, after all." And with that, the taxi driver drove off. "So then…" Moxo looked around. "This is New York?" Moxo smiled to herself.
She was now wearing her future signature outfit, which was the pitch black skirt from earlier in the chapter (except this one was different, she just bought it at a store somewhere in the suburbs of New York, and it covered the entirety of her legs). along with a green dress covering her down to her waist, and a necklace she had had since before she had fallen into the sinister care of Terrance.
She had styled her black hair into what she liked to call, bladed pigtails. Basically pigtails, but then she put steel folds onto them, making her pigtails more like deadly daggers than an actual hairstyle. She had ignored the looks people had given her after she had gotten those steel folds from that old, haggard-looking metalworker in the mountains near her house.
Moxo wandered blindly into a nearby alleyway. She was caught up in her own little world, hence why she was unaware of her own demise approaching her. She was looking the other way, as the purse-snatcher whipped out his gun…and fired.
a few days later…
Ugh...Where am I…? Moxo thought. This...Isn't where I was! Moxo started screaming for help, but to no avail, as she was attempting to talk through a perfectly-soundproofed wall.
Moxo was not dead...But she was also barely alive. She was in a hospital. The doctors had hitched her up to a device that, try as they might, would not exactly keep her alive...but instead dreaming for probably the next 150 years. Later, she had decided to watch over other's dreams for them, since she was going to be in what the world was now calling 'Dream-Stasis'. for possibly the rest of her life.
