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APPLES AND HONEY
~ You wake up in the small realm known as a dream.
You were in a little forest. If you could call it that.
A soft humming dripped in the air, soothing, but unatural and creepy. Pendulum clocks stood stiff in clusters as if marking their territory. Animal dolls darted from here to there. Their grey fabric was lined with a cyan thread held with ivory and crimson colored stitches.
You stand up, wondering what in the world made you end up in a dream place like this. Deciding you had nothing better to do, you walked. A thin mist clutched at the air, almost sleepily, making it hard to concentrate.
Then you see it.
A white, almost ghostly, figure. A distorted chain of red markings decorating it's body. Its limp body against the tree and its eyes hollow, looking down.
The eyes roll at your direction.
You jump, alarmed. The thing stared, not moving, yet. You take a step closer to it, unsure if you'd actually imagined the miniscule movement of it's eyes.
Then the thing started to speak.
Hello, stranger.
You jump. It's voice was childish, like a little boy. "Um...hello."
The light, peeking through the foliage, that had dappled the ground was brighter, and you could identify the species as a xweetok. But barely.
What's your name?
Err, guest."
The corner's of the xweetok's mouth twitch slightly. Do you want to play with me?
Out of the corner of your eye, you see something glistening red. A chill runs though your back.
Everytime I try to play with someone, they would scream. The xweetok's mouth stretched into a twisted smile. I wonder...Are you going to break as easily as the others?
At these words your mind screams at you to run, but you could only manage to take a step back.
The xweetok sneered, it's crimson eyes staring at you. Then it vanished.
You wake up abrubtly. There was a book on your lap. The words that were scrawled on the color read "Cheikeo"
Its pages were bloodied.
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STATS
· Pronounciation: che~ka~i~yo ·
· Alias: Little Boy, Seiiki (reason found in her past) ·
· Age: Appears no older than 10, but is alot older than she looks ·
· Abilities: She can resurrect, though not immediately. ·
· Family: Twelve other siblings, all deformed in their own little way ·
· Personality: Childish, innocent until she snaps ·
· Gender: Female, though commonly mistakened for male ·
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LIKES AND LOATHES
-Being treated older than she really is
-People who take her seriously
-Scaring people
-Eating "apples and honey"
-Mediocrity
-Pity and concern
-Authorities
-What the world has come to
-When people know she's lying/faking
-Feeling locked up
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PAST
Shiou fell against the car in exhaustion and shock, ears twitching. He killed it. One of the Thirteen.
He remembered the dismay when it dawned upon him, when the fact that he was driving around with a murderer in his car towards Leptidea Sinapsis at the seemingly innocent little boy's request.
How did he not reconize the child? It was on the paper.
Today's paper.
Shiou tore his sight away from the body that lay on the ground, a blackish red liquid seeping out of it. He tried to focus on what he should do next.
Leave it for the Authorities, probably. The Thirteenth of the Thirteen was insane, and no one wanted a little twisted child running around.
The stunned xweetok slid down and sat on the cobblestoned path.
He couldn't get it's face out of his mind. Right before he killed it. The kid was smiling. Staring intently at the shaking claws with a little grin before dying .
Shiou couldn't belive it. None of this. The fact that he, a regualr cab driver, had killed someone, and the fact that out of everyone, he had killed one of the Thriteen.
Shaking his head as if to get rid of his thoughts, he stepped back in the car and prepared to leave.
Then the body on the ground twitched.
Shiou whirled his head around, his pale turqiouse eyes widening. "Wh-what? It can't be...!"
1929, October 23, Midnight
Cheikeo ran like the wind. Her paws skimmed over the hard concrete, pounding, pounding. She had to leave the theatre.
The theatre, her home.
It didn't matter now. It wasn't home any longer.
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Why are you doing this to me? Ume? Are you there? Cheikeo moved slightly from her awkward position on the ground. Ume?
The turqiouse and teal xweetok named Ume twitched at Cheikeo's voice. Her hands held two small, round objects that were red, dripping with "ink" like pickles out of a jar. "Why aren't you dead yet?"
Why can't I see anything, Ume...?
Ume growled at this. Her striped arms stiffened and her hands crushed the fragile spheres in her hand. Why wasn't she dead? What was wrong with this kid? She screamed at least, but that wasn't enough.
When Zero said I was forbidden to go to your room, was it because of this? It's pitch dark. Her words unerved the sadistic teal xweetok.
Ume hissed in annoyance. "You want me to stick burning metal rods down your eyes?"
Cheikeo rolled her head towards the teal xweetok's direction, face streaked with an unatural black. Give them back.
What?" Ume, having killed many others without flinching for selfish purposes, felt a flicker of anxiety in her.
Then she noticed the crushed eyes that were at her feet were gone. A trail of black was scraped against the floor in it's place.
Cheikeo sat up and removed her paws from her eyes. Her red eyes were in place, blood seeping slowly back into them. Now that you aren't busy, can you play with me?
A scream.
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There wasn't anyone who would play with her anymore.
Boredom.
Hunger.
1929, December 11, 1:27 AM
Leptidea Sinapsis was quiet. Snow danced in the sky, before coming to a rest on the blanketed ground. The moon shone dimly in the sky. Old fashioned street lamps flickered weakly.
An inn stood in the labrinth of a town. Inside the inn, a xweetok stirred.
Yora sat up, shivering. She glanced out the window for any sign of dawn.
The only light source outside was emitted from the moon and the street lamps.
Stiffling a sigh, the xweetok slipped quietly out of her bed and down the stairs.
The only sound was of her paws as they thudded dully against the ground as she walked.
Yora checked the cuboards of the inn's kitchen for any food.
A knock.
Yora jumped and turned to look warily at the door.
Who could it be, outside at such an hour and weather?
WIP
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The song is "Sweets Time", a remix to the original, "U.N. Owen Was Her?" from the Touhou Project. Coding from this page originated from neopets.com/~Kitxoone. I just altered it. Art and literature on this page belongs to me, Tigers_Sorrow, unless stated otherwise.
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