'Lo all! This is my first fan fiction! And it's full of angst. Sorry I
couldn't get something more cheerful for my first story.
While I can't say I'm the first to post a story like this on FanFiction.Net, I can say it was my idea and that I didn't steal it or receive help with it. Now here's my imaginary ferret Tod with my Disclaimers and stuff.
Disclaimer: Mimi will own Yu-Gi-Oh! when the devil skips down a country lane singing show tunes.
Warnings: I guess it's SLIGHTLY religious, but it's only used as a tool, to create a setting for the story. And everything else that requires warning would be given away by the rating.
Dedication: No one. Weird story to dedicate to someone really.
Other: Flame us if you want, but don't make yourself look stupid by ranting.
Now on with the fan fiction.
Nightmare Incarnated
Chapter 1
Hellhole
This is what I get.
Eons ago, before dark magic was forgotten, criminals and crooks were sent to a world full of darkness: the Shadow Realm. The Shadow Realm was an endless void full of the many things humans feared; loneliness, constant anxiety, angst, and much more. Being cast into this world of darkness was considered the cruelest of punishment. Most went crazy. Some people, however, retained sanity, among them Tomb Robber. He had even escaped the dreaded place countless times, each time stronger and more confident.
But now as he lay facedown in the sand he thought of how stupid the Egyptians had been, wasting their energy. Thought of how stupid he had been, thinking he'd walk the earth forever.
Death was horrible. Of course, it wasn't dying that caused the pain, but burning in the deep recesses of hell, where your only companion was the devil.
That's where he was. hell. And it wasn't anything like Tomb Robber would have expected. If you had asked him what hell was he'd have said something along the lines of 'a giant furnace.' But Tomb Robber found hell was much like a soul room, different for every person. At least that's what could assume from his surroundings. He had a desert, and he lay there with the remains of his old village not to far away. That village was where he had lost any innocent thought in his head. He had been 14 and the Pharaoh had burned his home down in search of a Millennium Item, one that had been made in the tiny village. The boy had fallen unconscious when his house collapsed on him, and when he awoke, he lay on the remains of a town, and on the burned bits and pieces of people he had known. He had gone mad, mad with anger at the Pharaoh. And not too much time later, he could be recognized all over Egypt as Tomb Robber.
The white-haired man narrowed his eyes in concentration at his last thought. It seemed so vague, that memory. Perhaps he was losing his memory. He had lost everything else in this hellhole. His confidence, his dignity, and he would have lost his mind had it not been so complex and always at work. All Tomb Robber ever did now was think about things, really, regret things. What else could he do? He had an eternity here, and no hope of escaping.
Tomb Robber was concentrating on the memory of losing his village when he heard a rustle in the sand near his feet. It was the only other thing that could think in this place, and Tomb Robber didn't want it around.
The devil.
To be continued.
Notes:
About Pharaoh's raid on Tomb Robber's village, I heard somewhere that actually happened, and that the Millennium Items were indeed created there.
I'm really not too proud of this. I'm like a lot of other fan fiction writers who write just for the sake of being recognized by other fans. But tell me what you guys think; I'll fix this chapter if it was really that bad.
I don't think the other chapters will be this short.
While I can't say I'm the first to post a story like this on FanFiction.Net, I can say it was my idea and that I didn't steal it or receive help with it. Now here's my imaginary ferret Tod with my Disclaimers and stuff.
Disclaimer: Mimi will own Yu-Gi-Oh! when the devil skips down a country lane singing show tunes.
Warnings: I guess it's SLIGHTLY religious, but it's only used as a tool, to create a setting for the story. And everything else that requires warning would be given away by the rating.
Dedication: No one. Weird story to dedicate to someone really.
Other: Flame us if you want, but don't make yourself look stupid by ranting.
Now on with the fan fiction.
Nightmare Incarnated
Chapter 1
Hellhole
This is what I get.
Eons ago, before dark magic was forgotten, criminals and crooks were sent to a world full of darkness: the Shadow Realm. The Shadow Realm was an endless void full of the many things humans feared; loneliness, constant anxiety, angst, and much more. Being cast into this world of darkness was considered the cruelest of punishment. Most went crazy. Some people, however, retained sanity, among them Tomb Robber. He had even escaped the dreaded place countless times, each time stronger and more confident.
But now as he lay facedown in the sand he thought of how stupid the Egyptians had been, wasting their energy. Thought of how stupid he had been, thinking he'd walk the earth forever.
Death was horrible. Of course, it wasn't dying that caused the pain, but burning in the deep recesses of hell, where your only companion was the devil.
That's where he was. hell. And it wasn't anything like Tomb Robber would have expected. If you had asked him what hell was he'd have said something along the lines of 'a giant furnace.' But Tomb Robber found hell was much like a soul room, different for every person. At least that's what could assume from his surroundings. He had a desert, and he lay there with the remains of his old village not to far away. That village was where he had lost any innocent thought in his head. He had been 14 and the Pharaoh had burned his home down in search of a Millennium Item, one that had been made in the tiny village. The boy had fallen unconscious when his house collapsed on him, and when he awoke, he lay on the remains of a town, and on the burned bits and pieces of people he had known. He had gone mad, mad with anger at the Pharaoh. And not too much time later, he could be recognized all over Egypt as Tomb Robber.
The white-haired man narrowed his eyes in concentration at his last thought. It seemed so vague, that memory. Perhaps he was losing his memory. He had lost everything else in this hellhole. His confidence, his dignity, and he would have lost his mind had it not been so complex and always at work. All Tomb Robber ever did now was think about things, really, regret things. What else could he do? He had an eternity here, and no hope of escaping.
Tomb Robber was concentrating on the memory of losing his village when he heard a rustle in the sand near his feet. It was the only other thing that could think in this place, and Tomb Robber didn't want it around.
The devil.
To be continued.
Notes:
About Pharaoh's raid on Tomb Robber's village, I heard somewhere that actually happened, and that the Millennium Items were indeed created there.
I'm really not too proud of this. I'm like a lot of other fan fiction writers who write just for the sake of being recognized by other fans. But tell me what you guys think; I'll fix this chapter if it was really that bad.
I don't think the other chapters will be this short.