Okay, originally I was going to do this way after Ferb's Goodbye. But then I thought, nah, this can be a story all on its own. Of course, Danni and Applejack are still there, and this does take place after Ferb's Goodbye, but this has absolutely no spoilers. It never even mentions Ferb's Goodbye at all. So, yeah.
I'm still working on Ferb's Goodbye, don't worry; this is just a little story I've been wanting to do. For a very, very long time.
At first I wanted to make it a Hurt/Comfort, but then I thought, hey, why not do a Horror. Know that I may or may not keep this as a Horror, though. I may change it to Angst or something. I assume I'm not gonna do that great of a job, but, hope you like it anyway.
I may or may not even be working on this like a mad-dog. I'll probably forget about it, but, hey, I still want to give it a shot.
My heart is pounding just thinking about this idea. Let's get this show on the road!
Enjoy :)
P/F/P/F
Prologue
...I don't remember how long I've been here. Was it hours, days, weeks, months? I don't have a clue anymore. I've been here for way too long, as it seems.
There was a point in time where everything was perfect in this mysterious place. It was a quiet, empty terrain, but it quickly awoke of color and music when imagination took the wheel. Adventures beyond the stars, dark caves of wonder, and a magnificient jungle full of mystery; it was heaven for me. My imagination made a story. My story became a reality. I could be whoever I wanted to be, however way I could.
It was wonderful! I had to thank that stranger several times. But all he-or she, I couldn't tell-said was this:
"You have quite the imagination. That makes you special and unique. That's why I chose you."
Then, suddenly, another came into my so-called prison. It felt so long since I had seen anyone. But, stranger still, he looked familiar. From the hair on his head, to the shoes that he wore. He began telling me we should leave quickly, before it was too late.
"This place is a lie! They didn't take your memories to make you happy at all! Remember, kid! Remember everything!"
What did he mean? Was this place bad? I didn't know what the problem was. It was perfect here...
...but then...
...the minds of everyone...
...the memories...
...the fears...
...I can see them now...
...I remembered everything...
...from inside this horrid wonderland.
"You don't have to go outside...EVER!"
I could hear the blood-curdling screams from here...
"MOMMY! I'M SORRY!"
...Along with the insane, deception-filled assurance from those who foolishly beleived that there was still hope...
"Even in the darkest times, you have to find something to laugh about..."
...I also heard the sorrowful pleas for not forgivness, but for punishment...
"Please, don't do this...let them hate me, let them be mad...let them."
...I even heard the voices of the skeptics who clearly beleived that their end had come...
"...instead the world is going to be completely depopulated!"
...And then, there are the voices of traitors, and monsters...
"The only way I could help the world from evil, is to purge the world of sin."
"Then you are killing them. You monster!"
...Finally, I could hear the sound of the one person...that thing that put me here in the first place. The thing that made my mind go completely blank. I could hear his evil laughter, talking and sneering at the people trying to save...
"I'm the guy who's gonna make you go, boop..."
...me...
"...But unlike in a magic show, you're not gonna come back at the end of the act..."
...The person with me...he tried to save me, didn't he?
"...Boop...boop...BOOP!"
More screams were heard. I know those screams. I know their owners by heart. I didn't care about that. All I cared about was that they came to save me...this is...this is terrible! That means that...all of this...is my fault.
"Well, once I get your faces to the taxidermists YOU'LL ALWAYS BE PRETTY!"
All these things I'm seeing...made me realize...that I've become a puppet on a string...
"...One day, things will make sense again...you'll see..."
...And that the puppet, became the pupeteer...
"...And as Hell's demon's drag you down to your doom, the last thing you'll hear is: MAY YOUR HELL BE A FUN ONE!"
...And that's the way it wanted it...and there was nothing I could do about it.
I just smiled and laughed, like nothing was wrong in the world...
A/N:
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