Disclaimer: I don't own this creepy vid.
A/N: Written for a friend who runs an ask blog for the Notebook character on tumblr
One day, Notebook was doing what notebook does best.
Being Creative. Today it was drawing and coloring because that was the best way to be creative. It flipped through the crayons in a seemingly lazy matter. In reality the little pad of paper was searching for the right color with the precision of a well weathered artist with decades of experience.
A splash of blue- but what shade of blue? Celeste or Cyan? How much shading? Where should it put the shading?
After about an hour and a half of hard work the masterpiece was almost done. Now all that was left was the grass.
Something hit hard deep inside of the notepad. Suddenly flashbacks of a time It did not recognize but instinctually knew. A forest, a peaceful forest, all green and beautiful. It felt a sense of belonging that was greater than it had ever known. Like it was right.
But then something…foreign, something unnatural was making it's way to them. The notepad no longer thought of itself in terms of singularity but as a collective mind.
The man held a chainsaw.
That's when everything went down.
Pain
Fury
Anger
Helplessness filled the collective mind set.
Images and events too horrible to describe shook the notepad to its' very core.
It had lasted for only a moment. And yet that was all it needed to make it's mark.
Green
was not a creative color.