You shuffle your feet carelessly across the forest floor, allowing leaves, twigs, and rocks to be catapulted by your rhythmically swinging limbs.

As your mouth parts into a contented smile, you notice a path that you haven't seen before, one that appeared well worn despite being newly-made. If you hadn't known any better, you would have thought that the trail was there forever.

Your curiousity being piqued, you veer off your course onto the new path, shifting your attention from the forest floor below to the trees around you.

To your amazement, you notice the trees on either side of the path becoming darker and significantly sicklier as you continue down the beaten road. The air itself follows suit, becoming tenser and tenser the further you walk.

Despite the warning signs, something about the path draws you in, compels you to continue drudging on... Something about the ambiguity of your destination excites you, and you walk on, more rapidly than ever.

As you reach a bend in the path, you feel the energy level steadily rising, promising that the climax of your otherwise uneventful walk in the woods is soon to come.

You carefully turn the corner, gingerly touching the bark of a nearby tree for support while keeping out a watchful eye for any traps or vicious attackers.

However, the sight beyond your supporting tree is far from what you expected. Candy cane supports rise from the barren soil with a layer of (oddly enough, firm) chocolate between each one, a stark contrast to the dark, gloomy surroundings.

Well, that was anti-climactic.

Welcome to the House of Chocolate

Name: Bri Bruceson
_____Alias: Dr. Bru
Age: 25 years
Color: Chocolate
Companion: Zezdi
_____Species: Zomutt
_____Color: Brown
_____Age: 15 years

History Books Expirementing Frankenstein	Chocolate Sweets Dumb people Children

That night was the night it happened.

The night that would have otherwise been the best night of my life. My first Halloween.

Every child looks forward to that fateful night. The 31st of the month of October, the eve in which children are allowed to dress up in ridiculous apparel and parade around, demanding sweets.

Sweets and costumes. The reason I got into this mess in the first place. Oh, how I rue ever going outside that night.

But I did. Or else there wouldn't be a story, would there?

I was dressed in an odd costume, to say the least. I had made my apparel last minute, and the being who I had dressed up as was simply a plot bunny of mine, before I knew what the term "plot bunny" meant.

Ok, I'll cut to the chase. I had dressed as a... A chocolate monkey scientist. Don't ask. I said the costume was odd.

At any rate, I had a costume on Halloween. I was a content little eight-year-old.

The first part of the evening went off without a hitch. The costume was a hit, earning praise like 'adorable' and 'darling' from the candy-giving adults. I was a hit. I was delighted.

I earned plenty of prizes from the coffers of the neighborhood houses, enough to hold me over for months, I had thought at the time.

And the sweets probably would have, if I had been around long enough to enjoy them.

You see, I lived in a small community when I was younger. Government regulations meant nothing there. Even for things like street lamps, which, in theory, could do a lot of damage if not cared for properly.

Catch my drift?

And if someone were to.. Say.. Walk under a lamp while it overheated they would be exposed to ridiculously high amounts of heat.

Get what I'm talking about?

Good. So you understand why I am what I am, then. My costume melded into my flesh, and they became one. I no longer was Bri the human female, I was now Bri the freak. I was like nothing anyone had seen before, yet everyone understood what I was.

In that moment, I went from cute little girl to monster.

Which brings us to the next point in my little tale. My new found hate of society. You see, I always lived with labels, as everyone does. He's an idiot, she's a genius, they're weird, that group of people are to be respected, et cetera, but I never thought that I'd hate them like I do.

I mean, what right do they have to call me a monster? I never attacked anyone, I never hurt a soul. I was still a little girl underneath the bubbling and ruined flesh, but all they saw was the freakish exterior. They didn't realize something was wrong after Halloween was over, naturally, but once they did, they immediately classified me, and I lived by their opinions wholeheartedly.

I left, not because they told me to, but because I wanted to. Sure, it was a hard decision. Leaving never crossed my mind until that first week in November, but that week, the thought became cemented in my head.

I had nothing left to give. All that was left for me to do was prepare myself for my reentry into society. And I did.

I operated as a highwayman and panhandler as a time, gathering as much money as I could, until one day, I had enough cash to acquire a property in the mountains, on a winding path with eerie trees leading up to a clear hilltop, perfect for a mad scientist's laboratory, no?

After I had got my hands on this particular plot of land, I procured a large amount of chocolate and specialized tools and.. Well.. You can guess what happened next. Yeah. I built my lab.

What did I do there, you ask? Well, I experimented. I melted cloth to test subjects and attempted to remove the textile from their skin using any means possible.

Did most of them die? Sure. Actually, none of them survived. But that's besides the point. The important fact is that I'm close to the cure for my condition. And that's all that matters.

MiniBris

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Return?

Leaving so soon? Oh, well then take a souvenir. These candies have outlived their usefulness, anyway.

Pfft. Former test subjects? What are you talking about? I'm not that insane...