Guess who's back with a new story? Hint: it's me! In pretty sure you figured that out when you decided to open this story to read, which you came here for, so I'm just going to sit back and let you enjoy. But first a disclaimer because GUESS WHAT! I'M NOT HIM! Thank you for your time and enjoy.
Bob's P.O.V
With every death their's a birth. It's the circle of life. What keeps the worlds population at bay. When the fates snip that thread, ending ones life, a new thread is woven, starting a new life. But, down here, in Tartarus, lives aren't cut, but they aren't woven either. A thread is simply fraying, driving one to insanity… well driving the sane ones to insanity. One of the only ways out was through the doors of death. But they're long gone by now. Once the chains were cut, the door just dissolved into nothingness, leaving behind an endless abyss behind it. At least that's what happened down here, I have no clue what happened on the other side of things. Now their is only two ways out. Through the entrance to the mortal world and entrance to the underworld. But that's for the insane, the frayed thread. And I have a frayed thread.
I was peacefully eating my lunch at the shrine of Hermes, munching on some peanut M&M's, when I realized I've gone insane. It wasn't because I named a skeletal can tiny Bob, or because I worked as a janitor for hades, it was that I was stuck here. No way out. Trapped. Unable to see the stars. I really hope Percy got the chance to deliver the message. I hope the stars know I say hello.
So how was that? I know it's short but to be fare I hand wrote this in a little over ten minutes for homework. But do you think it's a good first chapter? One thing you should know, the whole frayed thread thing, I'm planning on having that show up throughout the entire story. So just so you know.
I don't have a question of the day prepared so I'm not going to post one so I guess I'll just leave you with that. See ya!
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