Here it is! An actual fanfic that isn't drabble! Of course, I won't stop doing The Little Oddity series, don't worry.
When he first became aware, his first thoughts were; 'I don't belong here.'
It was true. He shouldn't have been there. He'd been abandoned at the very last minute, his personality and appearance all smoothed out and ready for the track, but then they ditched him because there was a chance he'd be seen as more important than the lead character. Oh well, whatever was best for the game.
Then came the pain.
It was agonising, as if he was being torn apart. A scream ripped out of his throat, the sound becoming distorted and glitchy. What was happening to him?
"V-vv-a-a-an-e-e-l-o-p-e-e!"
He was sliding in and out of consciousness, the world a mad blur, and all he could hear was his laugh coming out of someone else's lips; sick, deranged and twisted.
The last thing he heard was a little girl's scream of terror…
That was fifteen years ago. Now he has a physical form yet again.
The only problem is that his rightful face is hated throughout the arcade, and his next actions were likely to get him killed.
But he couldn't leave Them in that abominable prison any longer. They deserved freedom, and he planned to give it to Them, no matter what the cost.