A New Year, A New Slate: Enderlox from Can I Be Accepted?
(This event does not/will not take place in the actual story. May also include some spoilers, red herrings, and unexplained things.)
He couldn't be more depressed. A shallow husk of what he was, of something great. He could feel the swirls of self hate and disappointment all piling up. Filing him up with what he could only describe as the 'void'. He lay curled up and the cold ground sending chills throughout his body, pricking the hairs on his body. Eyes half lidded, staring at nothing. His existence meant nothing at this moment as he failed his only mission... How ready he was to accepted his de-
"Enderlox? What are you doing on the floor?"
A voice of haven, of the God's. Have they come to collect his soul? Will he be punished for his misdeeds? May they have mercy on his worthless bei-
"Seriously, get up! Only five minutes are remaining!"
His eyes slowly travel up the legs that had just stomped in front of his crumbled body. It wasn't a God or even an angel, sadly. How ironic it would have been though if it had been, to rescue a demon of his stature.
This person who front doesn't seem to give any concern to this sadden being, crouches and yanks on his arm.
"Hurry up! Your stew can wait!"
He flinches. His legs became heavier and his extra limbs seem to drag behind him. He's pulled into a familiar room which many happy memories occurred but seem so distant. Others who are acquainted with him are all smiles and also seem to displace his gloomy expression. They all pull on his arms and bring him to the center of their little group.
"5!"
"4!"
"3!"
"2!"
"1!"
They all scream at the top if their lungs, arms in the air. His problem seemingly fade away. A smile creeps up unknowingly and his voice joins the other.
"What's your New Years Resolutions?"
He turns to face the man who's the root of everything that has happen to him. From the murders he committed, from either insanity or to protect, to the confession of the beast he's slain that laid inside him. From the history of your birthplace and your birthright to the life you live now. Everything was caused by this man, Sky.
He hangs his head and whispers quietly:
"To never add too much salt in the Mushroom Stews..."
Thanks to everyone! May your New Year give you a been slate. Hope that the problems of your past won't follow you to now. If it does, then keep the smile on your face and ask for help with it. Thanks again!
~See ya soon