A young boy ,around the age of nine, wandered through the forest. He had just been reprimanded by his grandfather. He pouted and kicked a nearby stone.

"That damn bastard thinks he can just boss me around. Fuck him, he doesn't even know what he's talking about!'

The child kept walking without paying attention to his surroundings. The woods slowly got thicker. He wandered into parts that were seldom explored. The sky was slowly growing into a dark blue, a contrast of the light blue it had been before.

All while this was happening the boy continued to curse up a storm. For a young child he definitely had the vocabulary of a seasoned sailor.

"That bastard doesn't even care about me! He loves Feliciano more. Everyone does. Why wouldn't they!"

"I hate Feliciano... or at least I wish I did." He paused when he noticed how dark it had gotten. He looked around at his unfamiliar surroundings. Immediately tears sprung into his eyes. "Great, now I'm lost. This is all Nonno's fault!"

He began to walk in a random direction. He heard a twig snap, and he whirled his head around. He immediately began running through hicupping tears. His legs were heavy, and his chest was full of fear.

Suddenly his world was thrown past his eyes as he tripped. He yelped in pain as he landed on his knee. He laid on the ground in pain. His crying had become a fearful sobbing. He put an temporary stop to it when he once again heard a noise.

A figure appeared in front of him. He began to cry again. He had heard horrid stories about what was probably going to happen to him now. He heard a low chuckle. A voice smooth and soft filled the air. It seeped into his brain. It was in a dialect he failed to recognize. The person got closer. When the boy caught sight of their face he wanted to scream. It wasn't a human. It was a being so terrifying words can't describe, and those who eyes fall upon it wish desperately to forget.

"Don't scream." The voice ordered. It voice was now cold and bitter. "What is your name?"

The boy squeezes his eyes shut in fear. It got closer. "What is your name?" The tone held a dark threat to it.

"Lovino." He gasped out. He looked behind and away from the creature. He desperately wished he hadn't stormed off.

"Full name, brat." It spit at him

Lovino desperately wanted to run away. Or curse in defiance towards the creature. But he couldn't. He was much to scared.

"Lovino Romano Vargas." He gave in. He glanced up at the sky and wondered if this would be the last time he would ever see it.

The creature was silent. Suddenly he gave what was likely supposed to be a smirk, if he had a proper mouth. The image of the creature was hazy and looked as though he was seeing it through fog. His head felt heavy and disoriented.

"Lovino. The cursing, inconsiderate brat. You live life not caring about others emotions. You don't listen to people. You are mean towards everyone. You are surprisingly bitter for someone your age. You have such awful words."

Lovino's eyes widened as he dared to look at the creature. It was a mistake. It's face was even more terrifying with hatred on its features.

It spoke again. "How about I steal those words. Rip them from such an ugly, tainted throat."

Lovino once again had fear turn his blood ice cold. The air was thick with disgusting smells. Sweat, blood, alcohol, and smoke.

"I will steal your words away. If you are to ever to taint the ears of a anybody else with your terrible voice, they will die."

As all this was happening Lovino started to feel intense pains. He couldn't move and he felt as though something was holding him down. He was gasping for air. He felt a dull pain that wouldn't stop no matter how hard be tried to get away. He felt strong fear and confusion.

The creature faded into the ink colored surroundings as Lovino felt as though something was ripped from him. A final voice, much clearer now, rang out "No one will ever want or love you after this."