D'S BACKSTORY… Can't believe I just said that...
D was just...deep in thought and painful memories began to come back as he remembered more clearly what had happened from the beginning:
Thinking that everyone had ganged up on him he was always alone, always shunned and there was no longer any hope for him, he doesn't precisely know why or how he was created but apparently he was born miserable and alone so he created his OWN companions though one…, he accidently gave a true heart and could easily think for himself. Eventually HE turned on him as well and so...he was given amnesia, after seeing this the other friend started to think for herself as well and joined him only she left with her memories and he was once again...left alone. During this time, he simply spent it thinking about why and what to do, he played in his room that he had created, alone. He had plenty of toys, nice ones to! As time went on the toys got...darker, it went from a few teddy bears and firetrucks to putting together jets that actually worked then, he loaded them with small bombs that couldn't do much damage then, small guns to take down the jets then to throwing the guns themselves with great force... damaging the walls and with that he discovered his untapped strength and figured out what his newly found power was, over but a week or two he knew how to control it fully, his imagination. He created cannons, real machine guns, harpoons, missiles, any weapon of war that he could think of...he made with his mind. But when he tried to make real companions again….they were just life-size rag dolls that needed to be stitched up all the time since the stuffing kept coming out, he quickly grew tired of them and hit them with one of his missiles. When they exploded and stuffing flew into the air like snow he thought of doing this to REAL bodies. He never forgot what his former friends looked like but this made him more frustrated and the angrier he got, the 'darker' he became and he liked it. Not long after this, a mirror out of random showed up, it lit the room brightly surprising D and almost..hurting him, he got over it quickly as he turned to stare into the strange foreign object without question. He saw other people that looked just like him only a few minor facial differences and there were 5 of them, they were laughing and smiling together, this confused D since he only knew anger, sadness, and boredom. He thought of these odd people to be 'targets', thinking maybe they could help him somehow, it didn't take long before he had noticed something peculiar, it was what appeared to be a small moving shadow in the distance. It was hard to make out the details. Soon D had finally understood where he was and who those strange people were,...personalities, fake beings created by the illusion of the mind due to difficult stress in certain situations for an extended amount of time. These "Personalities" were made by a boy named mike, a plot formed in his mind while it grew more sadistic. He saw the shadow in the background again only this time closer, at this point he understood how this object worked and he managed to pause it with his imagination and did a close up, the outline was much more distinct and clear, he now knew exactly who that was...it was one of the companions, the one given the name of…bue. The object changed for some reason and he thought it was broken until D looked into it and saw his face, it looked the same as the others that he predicted only HIS was much different, it had dark circles under his eyes he felt the need to check his teeth and saw that they were sharp. The hair flap covering his left eye made him seem mysterious, he approved. When he smiled his eyes turned red, for some reason he felt as though he could see much better and then there was another shadow, he knew this must be his other companion whom he named mal. Seeing the two, a rush of relief came over D knowing they were safe and he grinned but then…, he remembered how they abandoned him and he got mad once more, enraged at their betrayal. He made a decision that day, not for vengeance but for...capture, he would bring his former friends back to the darkness with him and show them what he had suffered and then they could all keep each other company and would never be lonely again. When he was finally able to talk to one of them, it was the one with amnesia the talk that happened was predictable, he had been watching them and played to their weaknesses in hopes of breaking them forcing them to run to their REAL home. He got desperate when these ploys didn't work then…, he was able to...leave, leave the darkness but...not for good. D couldn't stay out for long so he spent his time wisely while outside. Planning, thinking as his strategic mind grew smarter and more cunning. He soon learned he had the power of hypnosis and eagerly used it profusely to get what he wanted. Sometimes the ploys worked sometimes not, but his stubbornness kept him going. All eventually leading up to this.
Ploy has kinda been my 'word of the week'...to me it just sounds funny.