Author's note: Hello and welcome! This is my first story here, so I shall do the best I can to make this great! I'm not much of a writer, so don't expect a lot from my writing skills. But anyway, this is the prologue for a story I've been thinking about and couldn't get off my mind.

WARNING: Includes . Now before any of you say anything, everyone is human in this story, except for Mr. Pickles in this chapter only. This story might turn into a love triangle so be warned.

This story will have harsh language, violence, and suggestive scenes later on. …I'll keep it rated M in case the certain cuss words goes above Teen level.

Please review, I'd like to know if I should continue or not. Thank you so much for reading!

"Lammy, wake up darling. It's almost time." A woman sang with a melodious voice. Lammy opened her eyes to find herself sitting in a small stool in the center of a small white bedroom with an open window facing her. Outside the window showed a beautiful summer day with the sun shining and a light breeze carrying into the room. Almost immediately, Lammy turned around to find her mother behind her, braiding her shoulder length hair just like she always did. Lammy then looked at herself and inspected her tiny child hands and her little feet. She was wearing a white laced dress with white knee-high socks and black shoes. Her outfit reminded her of the day when-

Oh no… Lammy's innocent round eyes widened as the sudden realization hit her.

She turned around to witness her mother's once beautiful skin, wither and darken into burnt flesh, her mother's eyes started to melt leaving nothing but hallow sockets and her once lovely voice reverted into deep gargled moans of pain. Lammy backed away as her mother fell to the floor and began to writhe in pain, screaming for her life as fire suddenly engulfed the woman.

The fire spread all around the room, leaving the walls and floors to crumble and burn. It burned everything around the little girl but it left her to watch it. Watch it burn everything she knew and loved in the blink of an eye. Everything she loved was gone, and it was all her fault.

Lammy's eyes snapped open and she quickly sat upright on her bed, breathing heavily and drenched in a cold sweat. It was the same haunting nightmare of her past that shook her from her slumber continuously, night after night after night.

Lammy wiped the sweat away from her face with the sleeve of her purple silk pajama top.

Her pajamas and two other things were the only things she had left after the house fire that killed her parents. She was left with her parents' inheritance after their death, but she wasn't allowed that until she was deemed 'stable'. The other thing was something she wished died in the fire along with everything else.

She glanced to her right to find the pickle on the bed next to her. Her face contorted into pure anger upon glancing at the damned thing. She grabbed the pickle and threw it harshly against the pure white wall away from her. 'The little shit is the reason why I'm in this damn place.' She thought to herself as she observed the white walls around her.

The house fire wasn't her fault. She had nothing to do with it. The pickle on the other hand, did it all. It killed the neighbors, it killed the maid, it killed the family of the boy who used to pick on Lammy in school, and finally, it killed her parents along with everyone else in the manor. It was a tricky bastard too. It'd change into an ordinary pickle right after it made its kill, to confuse the police. Unfortunately, they never did catch on to the fact that the pickle was at every crime scene they investigated. Two years ago, Lammy was a laid-back, carefree teen. She was completely oblivious to all the murders that happened around the town, and to the fact her little pickle friend was in on it. When she found out, she grew afraid of the thing, and threw it out. The next thing she knew, she was being dragged out of the burning building by the pickle. She threw a fit and started attacking the pickle with all of her rage. The cops and firefighters came and witnessed her quarrel with an ordinary pickle. The police thought she had gone crazy and burned her house down in a fit of rage. There was no evidence to prove that theory wrong, and she kept trying to explain who Mr. Pickles was, which only made her seem more insane, so she was sent to a mental hospital until she was deemed stable enough to be in society once more.

She hated it. She hated it so much. No one believed her, no one stood up for her. The only person who knew the truth now was the rejected food item laying across the room from her now.

The pickle came out of its ordinary form and picked itself back up. It looked at Lammy with its usual calm smile, a smile that just says, 'everything is okay.' "Go to Hell." She hissed. The pickle's expression didn't waver. It simply started walking toward her with its arms outstretched, as if to try to give her a hug. Lammy snarled and kicked it away from her bed without hesitation. The pickle hit the wall with a loud 'thunk' and fell to the floor. It frowned at her and adjusted its hat. "Fine, be that way. But just remember, I'm all you have left now, I'm the only one who will see you as a human being, you are nothing without me by your side." It whispered in a menacing tone. Lammy rolled her eyes. She was done with being scared of this walking cucumber, pickle, thing, whatever he is.

She turned her head and looked at the clock. '2:32am' she would be punished if she was caught by a nurse for being up way past curfew. She glanced at the pickle once more, seeing it still trying to stare her down. She got out of her bed, snatched up the pickle and threw it into her closet, locking it up. 'I can't believe I never thought of that before…' she waited for the pickle to put up a fuss, but surprisingly, it didn't do a thing. Lammy smiled, thinking she triumphed over the thing.

Pushing her pride aside, she had to think of a way to get rid of him. He had to be long gone, miles and miles away from her, unable to get in here ever again. Then it hit her. The garbage truck was coming to pick up trash tomorrow. If she threw him in the trash, he'd be gone for good! Left to rot in the landfill, nothing made her happier than hearing that. She lay back down on her bed, satisfied with her thought and went to bed peacefully. 'Tomorrow is the day… The day I'll finally be free of that damn possessed vegetable…'

Everything became less of a hassle without Mr. Pickles there. She didn't feel angry anymore, nor did she feel depressed about everything. Without him always on her 24/7, she could finally relax and let the past go. Her reoccurring nightmare even stopped appearing! Everything was great! All she needed to do was earn those points back and she was home free.

-Present Day-

Lammy, now eighteen years old, walked outside the building and made her way into the bright sunny day that she had missed for four years straight. She took a deep breath of fresh air and smiled up at the vast sky above her. She was better now, and she was finally free.

It felt like she was in a dream. She had to pinch herself to make sure this wasn't some kind of sick joke. No, this is her doing. She overcame her greatest obstacle and made a change for the better. She felt the greatest sense of pride and happiness wash over her. She didn't want to let that feeling go. 'Now to make it to the courthouse to get my money, next, move into another town… Somewhere that didn't know her…' She planned excitedly.

After getting her money, she made her way to the train station and looked at the destinations. One town in particular caught her attention.

'I heard Happy Tree Town is beautiful this time of year…'

Wow that was long… To be honest, I'm not sure how long the chapters are going to be, but I know they all won't be as long as this one unfortunately. XD

I hope you all enjoyed the prologue! If you did, leave a review letting me know you want more! If you didn't, leave a review and tell me what should be changed.

Thank you so much! Have a nice day!