Prologue
Hi! So this is my first story on FanFiction. I got the inspiration from Pink`s song Funhouse. I`ve wanted to write on FanFiction for so long, and now I`m finally doing it!
So I don`t wanna bother you no more with my talking so go on and read. Enjoy!
The rain fell, pounding the window panes hard on impact. It hit the ground hissing, as if hitting it was a hard job.
Green eyes stared out at the dull land, barely blinking.
Grey droplets banged against the windows, making the figure shudder. The scarred blue fur shook as a slight wind whirled around the empty room.
How long had he been here? Even he didn't know. It seemed to him he had forgotten. It was so long since he had caught a glimpse of sunshine. Not even a cloud was in sight here.
What was this place may you ask? Not even he knows.
All he knows is that it is his worst nightmare.
All previous nightmares of death, defeat, had all been shoved roughly away, someone else`s problem.
This nightmare was his problem now.
He shuddered again as the wind picked up, getting colder. It suited the place. He described the place as cold, alone/deserted and deadly. The whole place resembled death, pain and suffering.
But he couldn't do anything about it. He thought he couldn't do anything now. He thought of himself as useless, broken...dead.
What was even worse was that this nightmare wouldn't go away. He was stuck here, forever it seemed.
He wanted it to go away so bad it hurt. He didn't need the creatures hurting him; he was hurting himself, both emotionally and physically.
He used to love life, used to play around recklessly, carelessly. Now he hated life, lost the will to do anything.
He was a wreck, this he knew. But what could he do? Would anyone help him? Forget it, he was alone. Or so he thought...