Heya guys! So school has started back up and I'm a little bummed and a little happy. I won't be able to write as often. Lol I'm lazy as it is, but now I have an actual reason not to write… :)… Ugh watching and laughing at TheRunawayGuys had occupied all my days during summer… Hey don't judge, I have no (social) life so I'm bored. BTW if anyone sees any references from them in a future chapter (I won't tell you when), you get a prize! The early bird will get the digital worm prize. But you have to review and tell me while logged in please! Tell me what Let's Play it if from and who says it the most!It has to be specific! Now go! Read!
Chapter 6: Give it a Chance!
With no particular though in your mind, you had let sleep overtake you in the park. Not your best idea. You dreamt of delicate snowflake on your face as you were lying in the park. Your parents were somewhere off to your left, talking about business. Your friends were right beside you, making snow-angels and other stuff. Dash lay beside you, holding your hand and giving you a soft smile.
Suddenly, everything was quiet. You peeked one eye to find everything covered in blackish blue sand. You sat up; frightened by the sight of everyone you cared about at all just frozen in place, faces stuck in a smile that was now creepy, with all the strange crawlies all over them. How was this sand black and moving?
A large blob of the sand gathered together and began to take shape. It grew to a lithe figure of a boy, about 17 or 18. It had pure white hair, a blue hoodie, brown canvas pants, and carried a wooden shepherd's staff. His skin was made of the dark sand matter shit that scared you, and his eyes were that of a brilliant blue of ice. He looked… he looked like your imaginative version of Jack Frost! What the fuck?
" Hello girlie. You've grown quite a lot haven't you? Since I last saw you. Your fear always felt the best," The boy said. His smile was sick and twisted. You were paralyzed with fear. Your throat was dry and you were focused on his smile. It was truly awful.
" You know, ever since your sister died in that car crash, you've had the most fearful nightmares when I blessed you with them. It was absolutely wonderful, " He chuckled out. Wide-eyed, you tried to move away from him, but it was futile. He had you trapped in a metaphorical cage of absolute terror. This must be the man. The man who appeared in all of your nightmares, but never showed his face.
"Pitch Black," you muttered out before he sent a swirl of sand at you and you plunged into a bottomless pit. Everything went dark.
You awoke to a large chill over the entirety of your body. Slowly opening your eyes, you had to squint because the light was blinding. You weren't happy to see bright blue eyes, identical to your nightmare. In fact, you gave off a loud scream that the neighbors could probably call the police on.
AWFUL FILLERS! I know, and I'm sorry. But with school (which is also kinda my muse…) I will be writing shorter and less frequently. Maybe. I don't really know, just note that I have no set scmehduele. So yeah.
On a more sour note, I am a little, just a little disappointed, with the amount of feedback. I work very hard on this! English isn't my first language! So please, I fear that I am doing horrible and you awesome reviewers are just being really kind to me. Tell me how I'm doing…. Please?