. Our Alternate Origins - Before Us
. Prolouge - From the Start
. I've changed the title three times, erased paragraph after paragraph, re-wrote, undoed and drew so much until I have become completely satisfied with what I have.
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So cold.
The dark.
Why was it so cold again?
The dark was too dark.
That noise. The noise was loud and it hurt his ears.
It was frightening.
Frightening.
Terrfiying.
Scary.
Why was everything red?! Why were they looking at him?
Scary.
He was drowning!
It wasnt water.
Too thick.
It hurt.
It burned!
OH GOD IT BURNED!
"Mommie!"
Mommies dead, deary.
"Daddie!"
He's gone too. Don't you know? You did it. You killed them, remember?
"I d-didn't! I love my mommie! I love my daddie! I want them!"
Can't have them. You killed them.
You killed them.
Killed them.
Killed.
Them.
"M-Mommy? Where's my mommy?"
His mommy is gone too. His daddy and stomach sister as well!
Look at what you did!
Look!
Look!
REMEMBER IT!
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. I don't even think I spelled Prolouge correctly. Is it just prologe? Nah. Looks weird. Dunno. anyway, it's short, I know. Hate me later. Or not.