"W-WELL, THAT'S NOT WHAT I EXPECTED... BUT... ST... STILL! I BELIEVE IN YOU! YOU CAN DO A LITTLE BETTER! EVEN IF YOU DON'T THINK SO! I... I PROMISE..." The words hung in the air for a few seconds after the skull turned to dust. The child then walked away, hating everything more than before.
Dusty armor laid there in the snow, the red scarf now missing. A blue jacketed figure walked away. Time passed but the armor was undisturbed, but then it all went dark. It has all been erased again. But there was something different this time, a weak, upside-down, white heart still lingered in the void that was once a world. The discarded armor just enough to protect it was now gone, but the heart stayed there. The SOUL stayed there.
The SOUL began to panic, without the armor to protect it was vulnerable. Though, there wasn't anything there to attack it. So, the SOUL wildly flailed around the void-like area until it produced enough magic to mysteriously vanish from the void. The magic burst attracted the attention of a broken faced monster, the one who wanders the void. However, they are not important to this story.
There once was a man named Patrick, though every one called him Pat. He was a very quite and depressing character, and always seemed to make the emotions of every to turn blue. One very distinct feature about him was that he was extremely tall and thin. He, however, is not the person who this story is about. Well, that's not entirely true. Some bits him will be important to this story, but only his body and some of his SOUL.
Patrick perished one night, in an alleyway. He had been murdered by a fellow classmate. No one knows why he did, but he had and Pat's life was lost. His body was stored away for the time being, not even preparations for a funeral had been made. One night a small, upside-down, white heart made its way to his body, absorbing and healing whatever bits of Pat's SOUL had been left. Pat was gone for good, but his body and SOUL were still there just a new friend was there to stay a while.
Bangs and yells of a once deceased body shook the building that night. It attracted the attention of people who lived nearby who then called the police. People later gathered around the morgue while police dragged a screaming man from the morgue. A man who everyone in town knew had died. A man back from the dead, though it wasn't who they would recognize.