Cy: I wan't an ordinary child. In fact, I was far from it. When I was five, I started to see things. See things that I could never see before. I could see corpses in my dreams, and it scared me. They rose and moaned, "Let me have your head!!!" I'd run and run, but no matter how fast I ran, they always catch up. They'd hold me down with their foot, grab a sword, and slice my head off! But after that, I'd wake up from my dream. It was pure horror, especially at my age. I didn't watch scary movies, and nobody I know of in our family had died. It just happened. Every night, for seven years, I had these kinds of dreams, and the more I had, the gorier they got. At age 12, I was afraid to go outside, and soon, I was a complete hermit. Away from my friends, and the people I love. I was just too scared. "Why can't they just go away!?!?" I'd ask myself. I was too afraid to go to sleep, for every dream I had was horrible, and unloving. Gore and blood everywhere, and I was in the middle of it. I'd be awake all night, extremely tired in the morning, for the thing I feared was within me. One day, I decided to go outside. I was afraid of almost anything, but I was glad to see my friends again. Some of them, they didn't recognize me at first site, since I was gone so long. It soon got dark and everyone went home, except me. On my walk, I saw a near-by cemetary. My heart froze. I started to run, looking for someone, someone to talk to, and get my mind off of my dreams, but then, I saw it. In one of the graves, slipped out a green, horrifying corpse. It held a club, shouting, "Let he have your head!!!" It whacked me across the face with the club, and that's how I lost the vision in my eye. From then, I knew that it wasn't a dream this time. I couldn't wake up, and it would all be over. I had to fight. It was hard for me to see, but I swung my fist at the beastly creature, and I knocked it onto the ground (note: I was only 12 when I did this o___o). My face bled, as I felt around, and grabbed the club from his hands. My vision was poor, but I could sense the monster's fear. I brought the club above my head, and with one blow, the monster was dead. I had lost much blood, and breathing heavily, I fainted on the ground, with the club in my hands. Soon it was morning, and for the first time, in seven years, I didn't have a bad dream, and it felt so good. I kept the club with me ever sinse, and I got my sunglasses to protect my eye. Now, I fight monsters as a living, and I'm proud of it.

Cy: Looky! I'm a kitty! *meow* Special thanks to duck4presidentsa for the fan art!

Cy: Neofiles! :D Special thanks to louishooper for the fan art!

Cy: Awwww... it's Yoshi and me!!! :D Special thanks to louishooper for the fan art!

Cy: Me and my trusty club!!! :D Special thanks to 453564117 for the fanart!!!

Cy: My face! :) Special thanks to puddinggirl101 for the fanart!!!

Cy: Like father, like son! ;) Special thanks to pikachu108 for the fanart!!!

Cy: Me reading! :D Special thanks to crazy4cowz for the fanart!!!