Just a 268-word little thing I wrote in the span of thirty minutes… give or take.
AS MUCH AS I WISH I AM, I DO NOT KNOW CHAOTICMONKI/CRYAOTIC/CRY/(CRY'S-REAL-NAME-WHICH-H E-DOESN'T-LIKE-TO-BE-MENTIONED) , THIS PIECE OF WRITING IS NOT BASED ON SOLID TRUTH OR FACT AND IS NOT IN ANY WAY ENCOURAGEMENT FOR ANYONE TO THINK ANY DIFFERENT ABOUT SAID YOUTUBER
(And since anyone's wondering, the disclaimer is longer (much longer) than usual since, well, Cry is a real person so…)
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The sky was stained a fiery red as the sun dipped lower and lower behind the hills, bringing its light down with it. An unpleasant breeze wafts through the air, a cold yet dry wind that would send chills running through spines. A soft, slow tune drifted lazily through the fields, rustling past bare trees and dry, overgrown grass. The tune was hauntingly melancholic with a slight sorrowful tinge – a bitter reminder of the bright past that darkened as the future blended into the present.
Standing in the middle of the field, clad in thin, red-soaked clothes, was a figure, humming the eerie tune softly to himself as he lifted and dropped his shovel to and fro, swaying in time with the wordless song he sang. He lifted the gross, underused mixture of sand and dirt from the little pile beside his feet, and dropped them gracelessly into the hole he previously dug, which was just big enough for an adult body to fit in.
Job done, he stretched and muttered happily under his breath, looking to the horizon where the last tendrils of light finally disappeared into night. Cry lifted his crimson-splotched mask, and smiled a small, contented, sickeningly sweet and innocent smile, while the thoughts that swirled inside his head was but otherwise.
"Did I do a good job, Cry?" he asked, seemingly to himself, as he swung his soiled shovel over his shoulder. He casually slid one hand into his pockets, fingering his trusty 'hunting' knife absentmindedly.
'Oh yes, Ryan,' the voice in his head answered gleefully. 'Now, who do you think should be next?'
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Huh? Of course I didn't just use Cry's real name! Don't be silly! *nervous giggle*
So… oneshot for now, review and tell me if you would like a continuation and I'll do my best, but no promises… okay? *ducks rotten fruit being thrown at me*
Flames will result in… do you really want to know?
Do. Not. Ask.