Well, what with the craze going on around these parts, I'd thought I'd join in on the 100 fanfic challenge. However, I'm adding my own twist to the matter. I'm not using the 100 prompts listed--I'm using the 100 prompts from the 'draw 100 pictures' challenge! Ahaha. Anyways, I hope you enjoy Devil in the Dark.
#12 Insanity
Dimentio stood vigil at the edge of time. His heart was no longer pounding, his breath was now cold and dry, and his skin was so very pale. Pale with the pallor of death. He looked over the edge and waved to a passing moth, a moth with bent wings. He looked upwards and around.
Then, he decided to take the plunge.
It was funny, really, how he feared it at first. He never feared anything. He was always behind the scenes, pulling the strings of fear, but now, his breath quickened. His heart would have raced. Dimentio closed his eyes, and waited for impact.
WHAM.
Right in the fountain. Dimentio had expected it to hurt, but he felt a nice, pleasurable feeling then. Like his wounds were healing. He got up, quietly brushed his hair out of his eyes, fixed his hat, and stared at a passing Shayde. The Shayde remarked, "What are you looking at?"
"Nothing. Just a black one such as I..."
He floated down from the fountain and began to make the trek back to the edge of time. It felt nice, sort of, to be in the endgames...
Almost like a taste of insanity.
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