How it all became (discontinued)

by SaraiCat

Before there was Ooo, there was the mushroom war. But how did it happen? How did these people become the people they are now? How was the Earth before Chaos take over? What are the stories behind the people who survived, what are their hardships? How do these people know each other? What are they supposed to do when Ooo is threatened?

18. Memories

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Things went better after I meet Bonnie. Before, I meet her it was terrible. From the longest I could remember... I was alone people they were changing. There were weapons all over. The land was more toxic waste than it was earth. There were people attacking each other and endless killing. Blood covered the land. Those who didn't die of wars or fighting started changing the pain was unbearable and excruciating for many. I kept concealed in the darkness to keep myself protected. But, even with my differences to humans at the time I didn't know what they were exactly. I still became hungry. So, on a day that my hunger was a little to great I decide it was worth the risk. I traveled into the city hiding in the shadows. I found an open doored shop and carefully snuck in. I found a fruit bar and a bottle of water. Other than that it was pretty much ransacked there were a few more things but my hands couldn't carry any more. I got out didn't want to stay in there if the slimes were there. I left I found a place to sit I finished my food fast too fast. Then I just broke down. The tears were spilling out of my eyes. Everybody had there breaking point it was so hard on the girl no memories of genuine happiness, everything was terror as long as she could remember. Then a man with a dirty old suit and white hair with glasses came up to me. He tried to comfort her but the tears flowed even faster in fear that the man would hurt her. He grabbed a little bear thing made out of fabric. He made it wiggle it's little hand and said " hi little girl " making her laugh. "My name's not little girl it's Marcy" she laughed harder. He took her in taking care of her, sure he was a basket case but she loved him. But, then things got worse and most days he couldn't even remember her name calling her Gunter. Then there were a bunch of slimes attacking and he put on the that damned crown, he was gone Simon he wasn't there anymore. She lost him. ... Though's were the memories that haunted me. I found myself wiping a tear from my eyes at the memories.