Non-Existent
Errol was a KG commander.
His name, spelled backwards, is Lore.
Lore means legend.
Lore means fantasy.
So does that mean Errol doesn't exist?
That Errol is a myth?
No. It doesn't.
He exists, all right.
And It proved it.
It was Death.
It made him suffer.
For all his sins
For everyone he tormented.
He lays there
Immobile, helpless
As the Dark Eco leaks out of their containers
Onto his skin
Burning him, consuming him
Dwindling away his body
His humanity
And as he laid there
Thinking about his past
He takes a deep breath
And screams
Howling in agony
Tortured by his anguish
His sorrow
He is overcome by anger and hatred
For his tormentor
His enemy
That freak
With blonde hair
Ice-cold blue eyes
And that rat with the orange fur
Perched on his shoulder
Yes, he hates them
With all his heart and soul
As he lays there dying
He curses them
For all eternity
He swears to himself
That he will kill them
Make them both pay
And all his friends
And…
As he laid there
Sprawled upon a pool of evil
With the Dark Eco
Gnawing at his flesh-
Errol lived.
Yes he awoke
Not from the darkness
But from the dead
The damned
And the destruction
He started coming back together
Piece by piece
Agonizingly
Painstakingly
He became whole.
He was revived
With a new body
Red, silver
Made out of metal
A robotic form
With half a face
With a new mind
Filled with slaughter, vengeance
And making people suffer even more painfully
Slow torturous deaths
Only one thing was missing
One thing disrupting his quest
To start a new life
A new beginning
His sanity.
Author's Note: This story (If you call it a story) was inspired by reading another author's note (Their username is theinsane). It isn't really supposed to make sense. So if you're confused… Good!
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