Hello! I'm back! Here's a little prologue to a story I'm hoping would be great, but hey. That's for you readers to decide. It's probably gonna be stupid and cliché, but I try. Anyways, curious about the summary? Hehehe...well, you just have to continue reading to find what's up. Hopefully, I'll be able to get that part down to publish...anyways, ENJOY!

Prologue

The figure's bright yellow mask smiled eerily as the prone body shivered violently before it. The mask leaned forward, a gloved hand reached out. A tight grip on the victim's hair elicited a small mewl of pain. The merciless glove lifted the head. The dark blue mask sobbed in response, in agony, in fear.

Oh, how the figure loved the expression on its victim's face right now! It adored the way the tears created streaks of sorrow on that crying mask. Another gloved hand slapped the mask away as the first glove released the hair, causing the body to fall to the floor with a sickening thud. A cruel laugh echoed through the area. Footfalls barely roused the body. The same glove grasped the strands to face the mask once again. The other glove traced an awkward shape on the ground. A forked tongue flicked from the mouthpiece of the happy mask.

"Foolery! Only a foolish fool like this here fool would foolishly fool another fool into fooling the foolishness of so many fools!"

The blue mask coughed, "I-ack!" It felt the wind rush past it in flurry to escape the oppressor's rage. A crack on the forehead shed red tears, like an extra, unseen eye. The agony of the wound stabbed at the mask's inner thoughts, sending them scattering. The body shivered as the figure's foot fell on the back of the blue mask. A grinding pain cost the mask a few seconds of its pathetic life. The blue mask prayed, pleaded, sobbed for some reconciliation, forgiveness, death. Anything but this senseless torture.

"…I've got a thing for games…" the foot removed itself from its position.

"…"

"…" the glove gently raised the blue mask's chin. "…I've got a thing for games…"

"…" the blue mask suppressed the flickering flame of hope. It thought it heard a negotiating tone in its tormenter's voice. However…its optimism has always been wrong.

"…I've got a thing for games…" the yellow mask revealed a void of emptiness. The void effectively scuffled out that fire. Oh, how the yellow mask enjoyed seeing the hope in its victims' faces before successfully wiping that option away. There was no other feeling as satisfying as torturing a person into thinking there was some way out of their pathetic predicament. Starting on the outside worked as the yellow mask was able to break them piece by piece. But, eat them from the inside, and the outside shall decay with it. The use of physical strength would fall without the use of a soul. The souls in the most despair, to the point of insanity or _ were the best in its opinion. It couldn't wait to see the results of this game.

"I've got a thing for games."

It wasn't a game. IT isN't A gAMe. It WaAS nEv3r a Gam3.

LIVeS diEd. LiVEs fade. lIveS w17l Co11aP5e.

Bt th bst thng bt gms?

IT'S n3v3r fun iF I play bI y0uRself. The M0R3…

Rgw nweeuwe.

I heatd yuor gtus. I've aaylws heatd yuor gtus! THe wAy y0u wlaekd, tHe wAy y0u tlaekd, tHe wAy y0u dId ainytinhg! I heatd it!

FFFUUUFUUUFFUUUUFFUUUUUFFUUUHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAAAAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA!

I've gone crazy! Haven't I, Brother?!

I've gone crazy! Haven't I?! haven't I? Haven't…? U? please? Haven i? i…? i…i…_

Yeah, this ending's a bit iffy. Maybe a bit hard for you to understand? I don't know. If you guys have any questions about what it said, PM me or something. I'll tell you. I'm not going to tell you here because...well, why would I tell you here when I could have already told you in the story, eh? Anyways, hope you guys enjoy. Leave something or whatever you guys want to do. I'll try and get the chapters out soon.

Oh yeah. The part when the mask starts going on about fools, kudos to whoever knows the reference.