(This story was inspired by Neytirix and her fanart of Children Cartoons, but in a much darker tone.)

Venture Falls is just like any other small town. With trees growing around the houses, solid ground without a single crack, water constantly flowing, and the air always singing.

Nothing odd, nothing new.

Same old, same old.

Yet an old story still remains in Venture Falls. Back to its beginnings, never changing. Never leaving the minds of youth and old.

A story about four children. Children that have been friends for their entire lives. Children rejected by the others and kept to each in hushed whispers.

Children, that have haunt the lives of the people living in Venture Falls.

It is said that the children were never accepted. Considered "Weird", "Odd", "Freaks", by the other children, adults, even by their families. The four Children weren't always like this, once they had been happy. They had laugh and spoke aloud.

But rumours grew when others saw them talking to nothing. To the water, the ground, the sky, the trees. Some have even claimed that they saw the Children sitting in the forest, a ray of light shining on them and listened to the light. As if it were their teacher. That the Children argued with the fire and the shadows.

The rumours spread like a plague, causing the once carefree Children to become recluse and quiet as more and more people shunned them for their "Freaky" behaviour.

Still, they never stopped talking to those who weren't there. Only now, they have began to cry and vent to them as well.

It continued well until the Children had become young teens that tragedy struck. A tragedy that forever remains in Venture Falls, but never known for the rest of the world.

The Children decided they had enough, they wanted to run away. To stop the mockery, to stop the shouting, to stop being constantly rejected by their society. It almost came to fruition, if the town hadn't come looking for them.

A particular group of teenagers, whose names have been long forgotten and never spoken, wanted to seek the Children out. Not for worry, not for concern. But for malice.

The group found the Children, and taunted them more. Pushed them, beat them, made them run, made them scream.

To the group, it had been a game of fun. Everyone disliked the Children, so it wouldn't be too much to have fun with them, right?

And like everything in this world, the fun came into an erupt end when the Children were pushed one final time, and were swallowed by the darkness below the edge of the cliff.

Without a sound, without a tear.

With a smile on their faces.

A smile, not of happiness. A smile, for revenge that will come.

The group didn't tell what happened, to shaken and worried of the consequences that would come.

The search continued, before dwindling to none. The Children were proclaimed dead, the town seem to mourn for the lose. Deep down, they were all glad that the "Freaks" were gone, thinking life would go on without a care.

But Life didn't.

It didn't go on without a care for the Children that suffered under the hands of a town that is fearful.

No, instead it had scorn the town with vengeance.

The trees no longer grew fruits or vegetables, the water has gone dry and dirty, the ground shook the houses to ruins, and the wind screamed in howls.

Nobody could get out of the town, locked within it as the heat of the sun consumed the everyone, causing heat strokes to become as common as colds.

Nobody was able to reach the outside world. Those who dared ventured out became lost and consumed by the darkness around them.

Life had shunned the town, like how the town shunned the Children.

In moments of rare sleep, the town would be haunted by laughter of children that disappeared, and happiness that wouldn't come.

They would see blurry figures, looking vaguely human yet all too different.

They saw light personafied like a holy night, the darkness became the devil, while fire became the Grim Reaper.

Sometimes they saw aquatic beings with tentacled head, nature walking with two feats, the ground smashing each other in playful fights, and the air soaring above the skies.

At a single time, they saw the Children. Happy and laughing, surrounded by the beings of Life and given unconditional love and support. Finally accepted for being themselves.

The town had stole the Children's happiness. Now, they have taken it back.

Soon, all the terror, the starvation, nightmares, have stopped one day. And another day, and another day.

Those who have survived still could not leave, and will never leave. Instead, they try to make what can be done and try to rebuild most of their lives.

The lesson has been learned, but will repeat if another is shunned for speaking with Life.

Years pass, Venture Falls thrives with each newcomer unknowing of the forces that surround their new home. Everyone is aware, but never speaks of the story out loud.

The forest grows, the water surrounds, the earth spreads, and the air covers. None are leaving, not until the town has rot and dies.

The Children are remembered, with no photos of them remaining or seen. Their faces long forgotten, but their actions remain.

Everybody would claim that they have never been seen again, but if you look closely at the forest, you may catch a glimpse of them. Watching the town with their numerous eyes.

You may see wings that are too big for normal birds, tentacles of an octopus out of the sea, rocks above the ground with no strings attached, or even moving vines and flowers.

Ichor flows through their veins as they eat Ambrosia with their kind.

The Children will never forget what has been done to them, nor will they ever forgive what has been done to them.

Sometimes, people will disappear. There is no pattern, no reason, and no searches. The town knows what has been done, and keeps quiet.

Nobody speaks a word, unless they want to be the next to be removed...