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[Majoraa]

man i havent used this since. Well, i haven't used this at all, to be fair.

So, this'll be where I write random things. It could be from short stories, to poems, song lyrics, and even edgy vent stuff.

[Majoraa]

I've always wondered what happened to any characters I had in dead rps. This here is an idea I had about it.

Ironic.

"It's ironic."

Standing over a small girl's corpse were two figures. One seemed shorted than the other, and yet both of them wore hoods over their heads, concealing their faces from one's view.

"When your own creation constructs it's own downfall?"

The smaller figure thought for a moment.

"Yes, it is ironic."

"Yet you're to blame, right? What's the poor soul's name?"

The small figure looked over to the raven-haired girl. "Morgan. Her name was Morgan."

The taller one hummed. "Ah yes, she was the unlucky one who got thrown into an asylum. What happened then?"

"...I didn't make the right decision, nor followed with their ideas. In the end, she was gonna take her own life. Failed to keep her promise."

"That's where 'The Queen' had came in, right?"

The smaller figure shook their head. "No, it was the child. They had put her out of her misery. Speaking of," they turned to their partner. "Have you collected them both aswell?"

"Of course. The child will be recreated into a new life, 'The Queen' on the other hand... She will be missed."

"So, where does that leave Morgan?"

"That's up to you, M. You're the author of her tale." The taller figure smiled.

M picked up the blood-stained girl. "I'm not sure. We could reset her into a completely new puppet, if that's okay."

"Why're you asking me? That's your decision." The other figure chuckled, before they started walking away.

"Right, sorry Salem."

"So, who are we gonna harvest next?"

"Well, the witches are still useful, the siren and raven are more recent. the spectre is in the middle of something, so that leaves her, but-"

"Seriously? God damnit, M! It's either get rid of and rewrite her, or keep her and continue to be the most annoying and edgiest of the group you work with! Not to mention continuing to control the worst puppet you've ever made yet-"

"Shut it."

"Huh?" Salem turned to look at M.

"I said shut it. I know she's not perfect. But if I get rid of her now, i'll have my head served on a silver plater. As much as the others might want to see me suffer, I don't like leaving things unfinished, you know that."

"So what are you gonna do?"

"Next best thing is to block out all the negativity they might fire at me, and continue."

"Yeah, or you'll have another mental breakdown, haha- Oof!!" Before they could start laughing, M had punched Salem in the stomach. "Ugh, sorry..."

"Besides, might end up pulling something they didn't expect after all. It's just a matter of time."

"If they can bear with you for that long. Which they don't. Obviously."

M glanced over to Salem with an unamused look. "Sometimes I wonder why I keep you around."

"Cause I'm you. And you're me."

"Yet we just can't seem to agree."

[Majoraa]

Eventually, the sun will explode. The universe will be caught in it's fire, and life as we know it will cease to exist.

So really, death is still eminent. No escape, binch.

[Majoraa]

One day, I visted the bank to see it being robbed by what I believe was the weirdest sight I ever saw. Looking into the window, I saw a group of unicorns, armed with guns, threatening to shoot the bank teller. At first, I thought it was just a buncha guys in ridiculous costumes, but there were no signs of their bodies being fake. Just, what the hell? Then I thought I was high or drunk, which was probably stupid concidering I don't drink or smoke weed. Then I realized,

Holy shit. These are real unicorns from the ghetto.

So I hid in the bushed and called the police. I didn't mention unicorns to them though, they wouldn't believe it either! So I just suggested they brought animal control with them, then I hung up and booked it out of there. From there, to this day I'm concidering going to a therapist. It was an interesting weekend, but it made me question my life, man...

[Majoraa]

Anxiety. (Vent Warning)

I can't help thinking that people hate me.

Yes, it could be my self-loathing talking, but I grew past that. This time it's like a parasitic, consuming feeling that I can't shrug off. Nor can I ignore it. Sure people can say that they don't despise me, or say that i'm not simply tolerated, but the feeling that they wan't to get rid of me is still there.

What did I do wrong?

How can I fix it? I always ask myself, and yet I'm too much of a coward to speak up, in fear that everyone will turn on me.

"Just leave."

"Just stay silent."

"Just let them pretend you don't exist. It'll be better for the both of you."

I might as well be rendered mute. Considerably, I already am, right? You've never heard me speak before, and I never know what to say, right? Anxiety's a bitch, but I can't get rid of it.

...Right?

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I don't want... (Vent Warning)

I don't want to be a failure,

I don't want to be a nuisance,

I don't want to be a coward,

I don't want to be a mistake.

I don't want to fail everyone,

I don't want to be a bother,

I don't want to be a disgrace,

But I can't help but be scared.

I'm worried.

I'm stressed.

I want to escape to my imagination.

My wonderland,

My own reality,

My own melody.

And yet,

The real world pulls me back in.

I can't escape, no matter how much I try.

I hate this.

I hate this so much.

Maybe it's better if I embrace who I really am,

A puppet on a string,

A hollow doll,

The shadow of myself...

I'm sorry.

I'm pathetic, aren't I?

I'll leave you be now.

[Majoraa]

(Asked others if I should write a story with either this prompt, or another, and this got the most votes!)

[Majoraa]

... (Vent warning)

"W-What the hell is going on?!"

"No, nonononoNONONO!"

"R-Rai? I-Im scared..."

"I didnt think I'd actually die. Heh, atleast i'll see Dex again..."

"We didnt even get to go on! Dont do this to us! PLEASE!!"

"No- No! I cant leave him! DONT DO THIS!! NO!!"

All the screams of my creations, my puppets, ring in my ears as I tighten the strings around their souls. They beg for me to keep them alive, for me to set them free even. But their pleas fall deaf to the whispers of the demon that entraps me. Im nothing more than a puppet myself. I try to resist the demon's words, yet im just a husk to control. It hurts. It hurts, yet i dont feel it. Ive grown numb to the pain, to reality. As much as I want to escape, im trapped. These characters, these puppets, they werent supposed to exist. They were just some byproduct of a ignorant child wanting to be creative.

Enough. No more. I cant keep getting hurt by this anymore. Yet as I prepare to shatter them all, I hear a small voice. One that ive grown too familiar with.

"...Boss?"

Her. The one character I had set free. Hell, ive had a shakey relationship with her. She was the one I developed the most, and yet I wanted to kill her off first. Maybe cause...I saw myself through her. Like a mother to her child. After a while, I accepted her again. I didnt want to abandon her, and yet i had to keep silent to the others. They didnt exactly like my mostly talking about her...

I turned around to face her, the cracks in my face visible as blood and tears dripped from my nose and eyes. She could tell I didnt want to do it. I didnt want to destroy my own creations. They were all like my children. Ive spent so long on them and yet...I...I...

"I cant do this."

I ended up letting everyone go, setting them free as I fell to my knees. No matter how much I try to disown them, I couldnt...and I wont. I only sat there, unresponsive with a blank stare until I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was her. She sat down beside me, telling me that when i feel like talking to let her know. Sighing in defeat, I had rest my head on her shoulder, hugging my knees.

"Its over..."

"It's not over yet. Even if things seem dire now, you'll find a way to come back. You always do."

She reassures me. Yet with her current problem, I couldnt help but be worried. But if I said anything, she wouldnt be amused at me, so we just sat there watching over everyone.

"...It's not over."

"It's not over."