*Runs in with a handful of candy and a bottle of pop* I'M NOT LATE! Sorry I didn't update on Thursday, or Friday for that matter. I've been doing some driving stuff because I have free time. It's been pretty fun, but I promise that I'll actually finish this story this time. I've been compressing the chapters together and changing some things, but that's because I'm going to include a lot in this story, and I don't want it to be too long. I'm not writing the greatest American classic here, I'm just writing fanfiction about a game. Speaking of that
*I don't own Drawn To Life. I own any original characters and the Legend of Creation story, but I do not own 5th Cell and they're the ones who made Drawn to Life a thing*
Glad we got that out of the way. I keep forgetting that I should put disclaimers on these things in case someone decides to sue me for it. Why anyone would sue me for writing about a game series no one even knows about is a mystery, but maybe you'll be the first. Actually, please don't sue me, I'm broke. I'm also on tumblr, at the-single-pringle25. I haven't posted any Drawn to Life stuff, but I might draw some stuff from here and put it on there. Well, let's get on with the show! Keep all limbs inside the vehicle at all times and enjoy the ride.
We were dead. We were so dead. I'm going to hand the pen off to Hiro for his take on things, and then it's right back into my life because we were screwed. Dad wasn't joking about making us heroes. He made us train to our limits to become faster, stronger, better, and more talented. He made us fix all his little problems, and we learned exactly how much he was hiding from us. So without further ado, here's Hiro Drew of Creation to tell you about his first cold blooded murder, and all the ones that came after it.
(Hiro's POV)
Dad had this whole image planned for me. I was supposed to be this brave dragon slayer. Well, my image got out of hand fast. The first dragon I killed was the mother to all dragons. I felt bad, but hey, it's work. What're you going to do about it, y'know? The next dragon I killed was her daughter, Dawnsky. I got to her cave (because she just had to be stereotypical and have a cave) and she managed to surprise me by jumping down on top of me. I cut her head off. Dragon blood stains fabric, so I took to only wearing red. Dragons bleed just like us I guess. After Dawnsky was Duskfang, her twin brother. That also made me feel bad, because I know that if someone killed Summer, Autumn would have the same reaction Duskfang did. He almost tore me to shreds. Of course, this was long before mannequin technology was a thing, so if I died in the Raposa world, I was gone. The only things ruined were my jacket and the mental state of a few young Raposa who saw me stagger back into the village holding my guts in with one hand. After that Dad and some Raposa priests created the mannequins. It was a way for us to transmit ourselves down to the world and do our hero work without permanently dying in the process. Well, we could die, but only if our souls were dragged out of the mannequin and destroyed. That was nearly impossible though. We could be forced to leave the mannequin, but- I'm rambling about nerd stuff, aren't I? Sorry. Anyway, where was I. Oh, yeah. So the next dragon I was sent to kill was Misttail, something of a pirate legend along with the Angler King. Unlike the Angler King, this dragon was real, and she was a bitch. Sadly I got lost on my way there and that's how I met Frostwind. He was just… chilling (no pun intended), he didn't make any move to attack me. So I put my spear away and grinned at him, "Howdy friend. I'm looking for the ocean."
"You're a little off. By an entire gate." I shrugged, "I know, but at least I tried. You see, I'm going to kill a dragon and… well, no offense to you seeing as you're a dragon." He laughed, "I take no offense to that. I've been waiting for someone to tire of my siblings and their god complexes."
"Oh, good. Do you mind giving me a ride?"
"Not at all, young hero. I am Frostwind. Please, climb on." I climbed onto his back with difficulty, "Thanks. I don't mean to impose or anything."
"You aren't. I too, have reason to want my siblings dead. I hope that doesn't make me a bad dragon."
"Nope. Everyone wants to suffocate their siblings every so often."
"Oh?" I crossed my arms, "I have a big family. We kind of… annoy each other. A lot. It's a problem we don't want to solve." Frostwind chuckled, "Well hang on, young hero." We took off, me totally not screaming like a little girl the whole way.
Misttail lived on a rock. What is with dragons and rocks? It's getting really old. As I was saying before I got distracted, she lived on a rock, in the ocean. It was a miracle that I didn't slip right off after I got off Frostwind's back. Can you imagine? The brave Hero of Creation flying into the ocean because of a stupid rock? Actually, that's not that far from reality. I would do that. Misttail, in what appeared to be an attempt to be cool, blew a ring of smoke directly into my face, "Well, if it isn't a murderer and a traitor. To what do I owe this pleasure?" I coughed, "Seriously? The smoke thing? That stuff kills."
"I assume you aren't here for a friendly chat and some tea." I glanced over at Frostwind for a second before slow clapping and walking towards Misttail, "Well aren't you a smart one? I'm really sorry about this, by the way. Creator's orders." Misttail slammed one of her talons into me and I went right into the ocean. Frostwind pulled me out, "Be careful young hero, she relies on the ocean to do her dirty work for her." I shrugged, "Okay, I'll just do this then." I pulled out my spear and threw it directly into Misttail's eye. She roared, "You insolent pest!" I jumped over her flailing limbs and drove the spear home. She stopped moving and slumped over. I pulled the spear out, "Uh, sorry you had to see that Frostwind."
"Don't apologize. I allied myself with the Creation, and that makes me their enemy." Frostwind gave me a ride home and told me I could visit him any time, since he was lonely and enjoyed my company. I made up little excuses to go down and see him, occasionally even bribing Raposa to call me. One day Frostwind seemed a little strained.
"What's going on," I asked him "Are you okay?"
"Young hero… can you feel the darkness on the horizon?"
"No. Why?" Frostwind sighed, "I must go into hibernation soon. If I don't I fear I'll be corrupted. The darkness is growing stronger every day. I wouldn't be surprised if you have to fight it off soon."
"Frostwind, I'm getting a little nervous here." He ruffled my hair with his tail, "Oh young hero, when you fully grow up you'll be such a brave person. I want you to promise me something."
"Anything."
"One day you'll be faced with a difficult decision. I want you to follow your heart, not your training." I never saw Frostwind again, but I promised. That was when I took a step out of the spotlight. Yeah, I was being worshiped like a god, but I wanted to give my little sisters and brother a chance to do some good. Besides, it wasn't like anything was going on. No Raposa were in danger, no dragons were attacking. Everything down there was peaceful. Up here however, things didn't appear to ever be quiet again. It all started when Autumn discovered the first of Dad's many secrets.
(Autumn's POV)
It's no surprise to a lot of people that I can't handle responsibility. When Dad started putting pressure on us to become the heroes that he thought we were, I decided it was time to take a vacation. Using a Creation Pen I drew myself a portal to nowhere. It turns out, nowhere is an actual place. I found myself in what appeared to be a cave of purple stone.
"You're a little far from home, aren't ya pipsqueak?" I whirled around to find a woman with long red hair and a scar cutting through one of her eyes. She grinned at me, "What's the matter pipsqueak? Not used to seeing the battle scarred?" I rolled my eyes, "Sure, go with that. Where am I?"
"You're in Hell kiddo. What'd you do to end up here?"
"I made a portal and walked through it." The woman laughed, "Ha! You're funny pipsqueak, I'll give you that."
"I have a name you know. It's Autumn of Creation."
"No shit. Like, the Creator's kid? How many of those does he have?"
"A lot." She let out a whistle, "Alright Autumn. The name's Vengeance, call me Red. I knew your old man when he was younger."
"Really?" Red nodded, "Yeah, kind of why I'm here."
"Maybe I should be asking what you did." She crossed her arms, "That's not an easy thing to explain. Maybe I should introduce you to the rest of my gang."
"There are more people down here?"
"Well, yeah. Hell isn't an easy place to run. We've got the wolves that eternally feast on the damned, the guys who take care of the wolves, and then us girls who make sure everyone's doing their job." I followed Red out of the little cave, "Where do you guys live?"
"There's this small wooden shack that we live in, and I don't know where the guys are at. I guess you can say that every creation here is kind of my fault."
"Oh?" She looked down at me and winked with her scarred eye, "Take a drop of blood, and add some hopes and dreams. Mix thoroughly and you've got yourself an amature creation there."
"It's easier if you draw something and add some magic to it." Red booped my nose, "I can't exactly do that, Pipsqueak. I'm just a creation too, only I was made by the higher-ups." I crossed my arms, "Don't poke me."
"What're you gonna do? Fight me?"
"Yes." Red flicked her wrist and a knife shot into her hand, "I wouldn't do that if I were you, Pipsqueak. I have more knives with me right now than you have important organs." She led me to a shack that looked like it could be blown apart if the winds went above ten miles. I guess it was good that there were no winds. Inside there were several women doing their own thing. The one in an armchair with green hair looked up and pushed her glasses onto the bridge of her nose, "Ah, look who's returned." A bubbly girl with cyan hair and eyes laughed and launched herself at Red, "Guess what Capitan? I learned how to tie my shoes today!" Red ruffled her hair, "Good job Cy! Uh, ladies, I have someone to introduce you to. This is Autumn of Creation, the big kahuna's kid." There was an awed silence, before the woman with the green hair spoke up again, "So we haven't been forgotten? My name is Wisdom, or Green if you prefer." The girl who had hugged Red now did the same to me, "Oh my gosh! Hi Autumn, I'm Joy but you can call me Cyan!" A girl who looked to be about Hiro's age pulled Cyan off me, "I'm Loyalty, also known as Orange." A girl my age stepped forward and shook my hand, "Indigo for Pride. Nice to meet you." A blond woman waved, "I'm Patience, or Yellow. I'm the third in command, while Orange is second." A woman with purple hair gave me a kind smile, "I'm Pity, but I go by Violet. This is my wife, Sadness or Blue. Indigo is our daughter. We gave her parts of our souls so she could live, you know, like normal mothers." A girl who looked pretty normal with brown hair gave a lazy wave, "Heartlessness, or Brown. I sound like your average piece of shit, but I work in Limbo so I have to be like this."
"I'm Boredom, or Grey," A girl sitting upside down gave me a thumbs up, "Good to see you're… I dunno, alive?" Two girls were blindfolded and playing chess. One of them turned to me, "Sup child of Creation, I'm Cruelty. I go by Black, and yeah, sounds racist, but I can't help it if everything's fucking color coded here. This is Mercy, or White. She's a bit of a dick." White sighed, "You're the dick here. Hello Autumn, I've heard a lot about you." I tilted my head, "Huh? Really? From who?" Red grinned, "Black and White aren't from around here. Back wherever they came from they got in a fight and gouged each others eyes out. Now they're all weird and telepathic. White happens to listen in on everything upstairs." White stood up and made her way over to me with surprising accuracy, "I was listening the day you were born. You and your siblings are destined for wonderful things." Her accent was exotic, and her hands on my shoulders were warm. I rolled my eyes and smiled, "Yeah, by the time I get home maybe Hiro will have cleared out the fridge."
"You joke now, but one day there will come a time when you won't. A great darkness is settling on the universe, and I worry that it will stab you in the back before you realize what is happening." Red cleared her throat, "Okay, White? We don't hand out doomsday predictions like they're candy." I shook my head, "No, I want to hear this." White smiled kindly, "I've said too much already. Please, forget about it. There is still time for you to be a child and have fun." Green stood up, "I suppose you don't know the story of Hell?"
"No." Her smile was cold and calculating, "Then I shall tell it."
"A long time ago, two brothers were racing into a time of great conflict. The Creator knew this day was fast approaching, and in his worry he accidentally created Red. Eventually the day came when the War of Creation was fought, and Red stood by your father. However, he started making rules that she refused to follow, and he sent her here. Out of sheer loneliness she used some of her magic to create me, then the rest of the men and women who keep Hell together." I stared at Red, "So Dad kicked you out?"
"Yeah, I can't really blame him," Red said with a shrug, "I was an annoying kid back then. Besides, we didn't agree on anything anymore." Green smirked, "She still is annoying. She can't do anything without her knives." In a flash, Red pulled out a knife and had it at Green's throat, "Don't say a word against Julius Caesar!" Green simply chuckled, "Put the knife down Red, you're not impressing anyone." Cyan took the opportunity to grab both of my hands, "How long do you think you'll be staying here? Oh! Are you hungry? I'm making chicken nuggets right now. I know you're probably thinking, how do they get food down here? It's actually a gift from the Creator! He didn't want Red to starve, so our fridge magically stocks itself with whatever we want! Isn't that cool?" I allowed myself to be dragged into the kitchen so Cyan could show me the fridge. This was a huge secret Dad had kept from us. Even as I was given Cyan's Super Fun Sparkly Tour, I couldn't help but wonder…
What else have you been hiding from us, old man?
It begins. Thanks for reading this chapter, and I hope you enjoyed. I'll see y'all next week and remember, "don't die!"