Hi, I know I told you I'd be doing something else, but guess what? I lied.

Okay no she didn't,... she just got a new idea.. sort of. This is from a roleplay and she modified it so... yeah. Also- the dates for the references of things that are made in the story, are a bit mixed in order to fit the storyline. So... the dates are very mixed up...

And that's Lux, she's a good part of my personality. And this is Umb- wait- where is she?

Talking to Insanity, I'll signal her.. one second..

-literally one second later-

What now?

The story?

What about it?

Don't you..

Yeah, I have a part to play. I just needed to ask Insanity a question.

It's a sneak peek.. on the roleplay, as usual. And for some reason, Insanity tells her a little almost every time.

Well.. she is one of the two that Umbra would silently and always consider in her head as a fr-

-growls-

Never mind... anyways what did yo-

I'm not sayin' shit about it.

Okay, still asking, is it good? Bad?

It's not my story to tell Blödmann.

Fick dich weil sie so verdammt treu!

Nun, wenn ich waren nicht 'so damn loyal' wie Sie sagen, Sie würden alle tot sein jetzt!

Pfft, you have a point. Anyways. That was Umbra. Just call me Rain, unless told by ME otherwise. And UMB-

I'm saying this before a fight comes up between those two.

Enjoy the story!

Although it may not seem

But everyday, a group of people, entities, and many others

Are fighting for everyone and anyone you can think of's survival

Fighting enemies more powerful than your most dangerous weapon

. . .

But one day, on a Friday.

Specifically: April 20th 2012

One who seemed to be a quiet, somewhat-normal, mature girl

Met a friend

Who changed her life..

Forever

-? POV-

I wore a black, thin jacket, long, light blue jeans that opened up at the bottom.. bell bottom jeans I think they're called, and a black, short-sleeved shirt underneath. I wore black shoes with little, silver rhinestones on the heels and white but silver speckled shoelaces. I was like.. 10 years old, 4th grade, my past? You'll learn another day. I had long brown hair, with dark brown eyes that made it seem that my eyes were completely black sometimes. My hood was down, and my brown, wavy, and frizzy hair seemed to be in my jacket or falling out of it. I knew for a fact I had some German in me, and I knew most of the German language. My skin was pale, and I had faint freckles from the tips of my nose and on the top of my cheeks, and I always had circles under my eyes- half from my German heritage, and half from my lack of sleep. I had to take a single Clonidine tablet every night, it helped my ADHD supposedly a little and my sleeping, I'm not sure about my presumable ODD or my OCD though. My name? Was Jewel, but I didn't tell many people that.

It was April 20th, 2012, it was a Friday, and I was going to someones house, already having dropped off my book-bag at my house, and my jacket was zipped up halfway from the cold, wet water still in the area from the heavy snows. And her name.. I just called her Maria or Mari, depends on the situation. But I had started seeing her bus stop on the way home, I called the route I take to walk home 'My trail' since it goes through a small forested area, I met her when she came off her bus once and now we've been talking for.. a few days. And eventually I asked her to go to her house..

…

...

…

Okay no, I sort of mumbled it, a minute later, she agreed, it took so long for her to answer, it made it seem that she had to make a scheduled time and arrangement. Like she actually had a.. different independent life when she was at home. I moved my right sleeve up a little, and looked a my watch on my right hand- I know it's not right but screw it! –, I turned the watch over since it was so loose on my arm so I could slip it off without undoing the strap. The watch's strap was a transparent purple color, the excess strap stuck outward.. I would chew on it when I was bored or nervous, but not much, and the watch bit was digital and had a chipped sliver colored lining with one button on each corner; four in all. The buttons were labeled(from top left to bottom right) in black: 'Set' 'START/STOP' 'MODE' and 'Indiglo'. The watch was 1440 sports? And WR50M, what that meant? I have no idea.

It was 4:07. She should be home by now.. I thought, as I pushed my sleeve down to the edges of my wrist of my boney, bare hand shabbily, as I was also reaching her house.

My brown, intent gaze flicked over her house; it was smallish, and long. It had tan paint. it was to my right on the right side of the sidewalk, the side I was on. It was an one level house.. and maybe a basement. I didn't really know, nor did I care. Basement, no basement, doesn't matter. She said that she was going to be alone that day so I could come without any interruptions.. or so I thought. I mean, I've had some big, paranormal adventures and I have a pretty sad and lonely life myself in past and present, but little did I know the the present life was about to change, forever. But yet, I went up to the door, and knocked on the brown door with a golden handle; just loud enough to be heard throughout the house, but not quite enough to be heard anywhere else.

No response

I waited at least a minute, or as long as my little patience would allow me. Shit, well.. just start talking, ready.. set... go "Hello? Maria?" My impatience grew quickly, and finally I said "Okay.. I'm coming in." And opened the door, and to my surprise, it was unlocked. I thought Okeeeeeyyyyy, if she fucking scares me, I'm gonna kill her. I looked around, then corrected myself; feeling guilty about making a death threat towards a friend Metaphorically.

I was in the living room, it had a thin, green carpeting, a brown love seat with a foot rest, and a connecting couch on a corner that was tan. With a big black Tv on a big, brown, wooden stool.. that was normal.. for me at least. The walls were white Not a bad color.. wait- why am I judging the colors of her walls?!

Dunno, why are you? A feminine voice replied simply, it sounded like my own, but had a thinner, more insane-like, and a sinister toning to it. She said her name was Umbra, and she started talking to me a few years back, in like second grade. I decided to call her kind a Personality Bit, since I acting and sounded like her sometimes. At first I was a little scared, but I managed.. eventually.

I don't know either.. hell, I don't even really like bright happy colors.. mostly. I thought, and that supposedly ended the conversation with myself. In The Animals of Farthing Wood.. Owl said... to... Badger, that talking to yourself.. was the first sign of madness. Heh, maybe I am going mad. Whatever.

I walked to the hall beyond the living room, where the carpeting ending into a wooden floor that also ended at the gray, stone tiling, down the hall, to my right. It led to the kitchen, there was a door to my left, and two more in front of me. Lastly, there was a door to my right that looked a bit old. I decided to save that for last.

The left side went straight to Mari's room. The door was closed. I peeked inside, there was a bed, and a desk nearby, with a rolly chair. Ooooo, she has a rolly chair.. now I'm gonna have to steal it- naw, not really. I closed the door quietly, and called again "Hello?" Now I was getting worried. Not scared, but worried. What if I broke in? And I didn't know? And then she gets mad at me.. no. Focus Jewel, it's alright. It'll all be okay. I thought to myself for support, Umbra wasn't a very good support anyways.

I went down the hall, trying to make my steps as silent but as quick as possible. I went into the kitchen, it was simple and a fair size, not much for fantastic, restaurant cooking time. I went past the wooden table, and the wood, dirty white cushioned chairs with the table, in the kitchen, and went to the Fridge, I opened it for no real reason and I saw a white frosted, small cake that had a post-it note on the cardboard that supported it: Use only in emergencies. … Just in case.. you never know. And I took the cake out, it had a plastic cover. And held it behind me. I went there was a white door from the kitchen that I didn't check. I went back into the short hall and looked into the door nearest to Maria's room. I opened it, it was just a shelf closet with towels on the shelves and on the very bottom was a white and a light blue top, maybe a foot long and 7-9 inches across. It was to like.. put some sort of medicine in it with or somethin' and it made a mist that was easier to breath? I didn't remember.

I closed the door, and went to the next, and opened it. It was a white bathroom. Holy shit, so much white. And it's a dirty white too. I shrugged, still holding the cake.

Next came.. the door, we all have been waiting for, maybe. I went to the old door and opened it, it was loud. I looked down the steps that went into darkness. So.. she does have a basement. I put the cake under my shirt.. somehow. I was defying gravity like a pro.

I went down the stairs, closing the door behind me, now free handed. But every step I took, the steps creaked. I thought with annoyance Okay, I'm already hating these stairs. I continued down, and looked around when I reached the end of the wooden stairs and stepped on to a cold, gray, stone floor, mid darkness. My eyes adjusted to the darkness, and I wandered. For a second I thought I heard angry shuffling on the other side of the basement. Soon it felt like red eyes, and neon blue digital eyes were watching me. Confused, and a little scared; I moved quicker. Until I reached a closet, and the door burst open and I was pulled in. I was startled, and struggled. That's when the hands let me go, and vaguely I saw a finger shush me from what I could barely see in the darkness without slitting my pupils.

"Happy Easter." Someone said; it was feminine and was deep, it sounded like a female version of cry's voice, with with a creaky tint to it in my opinion. It was Maria, she waved a little I could see, then putting her hand down, I faintly saw her tall silhouette, and an uneasy smile formed on her face.

I rolled my eyes, and smirked a fake smile; which I normally did nowadays. Is this some sort of joke? Hiding in a basement with no warning or anything? But I said; sounding and acting happy, which was half of my mood; happy to see a friend alright "Ty!" My voice was bland, but I often put a tone of humor and or sarcasm in it. The way I toned my voice differed depending on my mood, it could be flat and serious one second, the next exaggerated and bouncy like, changing each tone for each word in my voice to get my point across. Sort of like Bolding, Underlining or Italicizing words in a document or paper. Making my statements easy to follow and to understand my point of view.. unless you cut me off, then I'll snap at you.

But now.. Mari was confused "Who's Ty?"

I face-palmed in my head, and Umbra asked, How dumb is this girl?!

She's not dumb, Umbra. I remember a time when I didn't know what webs meant on Wolfquest! You didn't either!

Pfft. Umbra mumbled, then went quiet.

I then said; I said quietly. "Short for thank you" When she didn't reply right away. I thought she didn't hear me when I knew full well she did.. and accidentally said it twice "Short for thank you" Shit, said it twice.

But before I could say I made a mistake, she cut me off. "Oh, your welcome." I disregarded my mistake instantly, hoping she understood. She then asked "How's the Cryaotic story?"

"Not too well if you ask me." I was making a Fanfiction and.. I was at a point where I knew that I was no longer able to finish it, and felt guilty when I thought about it. So I refused to admit that I couldn't finish anymore.

"Hmm, if you're thinking of what you should do- because you seem to like Cryaotic as youtuber – Look up a trailer called: 'Crynime' on YouTube. Trust me, it's worth it." She smiled easily, happier and calmer.

Now I smirked for real, I'd watched it a few months back, in like.. November, and instantly wanted more. "I've watched it already." I answered "And it's fucking amazing."

Maria perked up and said. "I know right!?" She continued. "I'm so EXCITED FOR THIS,THISISSOAWESOMEICAN'TEVENWAIT!" She made the face: 8D. Then asked "Have you ever thought of auditioning for it?"

I nodded. "A little, yes. But I'm not old enough."

"Oh... sorry."

"It's okay, I don't have the patience for story writing like... these. I mean I can make a cool story, but most of the time it doesn't stay inside my head for long enough to actually make a fully blown story. Blame it on my ADHD." I've known I'd had ADHD since I was in 1st grade, and had to take a pill each morning on the week days, I still hated taking that pill and always will. But I also had ODD, OCD, and probably some sort of sleeping disorder.

"Wait. Is that a disease or disortor?- And once again.. Autocorrect failed me." Mari said, glancing up at Autocorrect who was above us, on a higher shelf. He had dark brown hair, a blue shirt with a green stripe, blue jeans, black shoes, green eyes, and around 14. He looked to be hiding, not very well of course.

Auto, we nicknamed him, said. "Well, FUCK YOU!"

"WELL, DO YOU KNOW WHAT I THINK YOU CHEAP MOTHERFUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!? HOPE YOU DIE IN A BLOOD POOL MADE OF YOUR OWN BLOOD, BURNED INTO A CRISP AS YOU GET TORTURED REPEATEDLY AND DIE YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!"

Auto sniffed, "Why are you so mean?"

"Because you call me a bitch almost every time I use/see you."

Hate to say it, dude, she has a valid point.

Mari looked back at me, "Sorry about that." She said; making an uneasy smile.

I said, "It's a disorder, and-" I smiled in a friendly way. "Lol, quite true." "Yep."

Now Auto hid himself away on the shelf and yelled; now crying.. I think. "I FUCKING HEARD THAT YOU ASSHOLE!"

Maria replied, "SHUT UP AUTOCORRECT!" Then whispered "He has been bothering me all day."

Now I asked, finally. "Then why are we in a closet if he's in here?!" I sounded annoyed.

Mari said "-You didn't let me finish. Also, I'm-"

Well, now it's we're. I corrected in my head

"-in a closet fearing for my life because of Malo." Her brown eyes were wide and fearful, and I heard.. Malo the suitor.

He said; my blood turning to ice. "Come on...come out...I'm already tired of my own flesh...hehehehe."

How do you call that for a cliffhanger?

Annoying.

Fuck you! Anyways- this was made and modified from a recent roleplay I've been doing with a friend. So you may see empty plots hanging about, if you do, tell me, and I'll see to editing out if it has not a thing to do with the story. I'll do more.. hopefully by next wee-

Don't depend on her word for that.

No shit Sherlock, anyways, this roleplay was done between me and Mh20655, and she's not talking with me right now 'cause I didn't exactly tell her about this because I wanted it to be some sort of surprise. And yes- I'm part german.

Leb wohl, Leser!

Bye

Have a nice day/night!