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"This is my Unknown. It's dark and damp, chilly and creepy--but its home. Its my home."

-Beast Wirt

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Happiness ; a healthy lifestyle, a happy or cheerful feeling. A warm, delightful, or heartwarming mood spreading.

Yeah right, its all an illusion. Beast Wirt leans on the side of a tree. His rainbow pastel colored eyes shimmer as he glances down at a small puddle reflecting his eerie form. First he sees his captivating eyes. His tense gaze moves to his dark brown hair to the long branches sticking on both sides of his head, his antlers. He stares at the crimson red cone on the top of his head. Finally, he looks at his royal blue dark coat concealing his body down to his knees. He also wears overalls under with plain brown boots.

A line stretches across his face as he scowls at the puddle. His eyes glow a powerful hue of colors.

Do they/ the people in the Unknown, should they fear such monstrosity? What is there to fear, but a boy like me to have antlers, and colorful eyes like me? Surely they've seen crazier things around this place, thought Wirt. The soft blue in his eyes turn green. The tall boy stomps on the puddle. Water spews out. Whatever it is they should fear me.

He sighs, a leak of mist exits his mouth. A thin sheet of fog surrounds him. The brisky wind softly plays with his hair. Its been quite chilly lately. I wonder how that Traitor is doing....nah, must be dead after so long. I really need to for....I can't even bother to finish the sentence can I? I don't need to think about it. It's probably been years. So sad I can never age, what a curse, but a fulfilled wish. Wirt smiles, his poetry kept him sane all the time. Its the only thing he has left in his poisonous body.

It's been sometime since I've seen a single child. A whistle roars through the trees, the wind howls. "Such a cold fright. "He says low.

"M̶̡͈̤̺̱͙͚̭͚̊͗y̵̟̏̉̒̄̐̃ ̸̢̼̼̱̤͈̻͈͚̼͍͍̞͂̎P̶̧̯̣̩̤͙̰̩͔͙͇̟̠̈̾̂̅̇̃̑͑͐̚͘͝ͅȑ̵̫̩̭̮̯͜i̴̺̻̥̠̦̠̖̻͈̮̽n̸̺͓̝̪͚̤̞̳̍͆̑͛̈͒͌̂͘ç̴̝̳̰̤͓̱̰̤̠̲͓͖̇̅̑̽̅̐̌̀̔̌̊̾̽͜͝ͅe̴̒̀́.."

A high pitch voice calls out behind him. In quick action Wirt turns, leaping back quickly in surprised.

"M̶̡͈̤̺̱͙͚̭͚̊͗y̵̟̏̉̒̄̐̃ ̸̢̼̼̱̤͈̻͈͚̼͍͍̞͂̎P̶̧̯̣̩̤͙̰̩͔͙͇̟̠̈̾̂̅̇̃̑͑͐̚͘͝ͅȑ̵̫̩̭̮̯͜i̴̺̻̥̠̦̠̖̻͈̮̽n̸̺͓̝̪͚̤̞̳̍͆̑͛̈͒͌̂͘ç̴̝̳̰̤͓̱̰̤̠̲͓͖̇̅̑̽̅̐̌̀̔̌̊̾̽͜͝ͅȩ̴̜̻̣̮̭͓͎̒̀́̌.. "

A little boy with black hollow eye sockets smiles with a tooth-pointy smirk. His head painfully ticked to the left as his knuckles knock on the tree bark. His hair is messy grey-brown, he wears a shirt connected to grey strapped overalls, and tiny black shoes.

Wirt's frowns, and relaxes, "I'm not your prince you filthy dead creature. ",He keeps one hand in his coat while the other peaks out holding a long machete.

(1)

"S̷͓̼̚͜͝e̸̗̞̭̗̊̓́͝d̷̰́ ̶̗̱̼̌̓ṁ̴̺͖͋̿͜i̸̡̙̠͑a̴̡̾͐͛ ̴̢̅̂p̶̖̱̏̎ŕ̵̢̪̥̮̇͐̐i̴̯̍̂̐͑n̵̯̄c̶̡̞̠̈̓̉͘ͅo̸̖̠̝̭̾̒͐͝,̶͈̘̓ ̸̡͙̤͈͆n̷̦̑͛ẽ̶̥̭̔̓ͅ ̸̲̘̣͓̽ṉ̵͆͜e̶̼̣͚͙̚c̸̪͂̍͘͜e̶͙̾͝s̵͔͓͒̆̄̏ḁ̷̡̘͐͐͛̌s̴͈͈̝̱͊ ̶͚̥̀̒d̸̠̤̫̪̐̋͌į̶̨͈̰̔ŗ̶̿̊į̴̮̝͌,̷̝̓͐͜͜ ̴̻͔̾͑͝s̴͔̬͍̬̎̆̄͗e̶̝̘͐̌d̴̥̜͍̉̿ ̴̣̭̮͒͝v̸͙͛͝i̶̧͉͇͋̈́͜a̵͎̟̭̚ ̸̥͉̀̔͝v̶̝̯͂̓̕i̵̡̞̻͉̇͂v̵̬̙̙͑̑͋͝ô̶̫͍͎̠͠ ̶̡̰͕̀̚e̵̢͔̹̪̋̿̀͝s̴̭̣̑t̴͍̒a̴̧͋s̷̖͔̽͂̀̄ ̸͚̰͖̘̽̕ȩ̵̠̔̚n̵͂̃͜ ̶̳̱͕͆̎̉r̴̩̺̲̈́͝i̶͎̗͋͑̕s̸̻̦̣͗̿̐͘k̵̮̦̃ő̵̬͍͠.̷̬̭̤̦͋͂ ̶̨̹̇͛͂̃'̶͈̻̳́̌̏̏Ã̴̛̦̼̗̀̂n̶̟̗͈͒ķ̶͇̂͂͘̕a̷͙͎̩͈̓ŭ̶̢͎͈̓͆̕ ̵̛̮p̶̼̦̈̒͑̈́o̶̻̔͘v̵͙̮̎ư̶͍͗͗͘s̴͉̰̩̳͛͗͝ ̴̻̬̦̀̄͂l̵̛̫͎̜̚u̷̗͆̏d̷̨̦́̂ĩ̵̦̫̽̕̚ ̸͍̰͇͐l̴̫̾͑ḁ̶͑ ̸̘̭̕͜ḽ̸͎̒̓͊ư̷̡̫͇̥̎̓d̶͚̩̲̈́ó̶̡̟̫n̵̝͎̿̚'̷͎͈͖͐ ̶̘͋̓̿d̶̦̠̠̃̌i̸̙̳̮̊̇̊̍r̵̺͍̓̐ͅą̸̢̣̄͜s̷̨͈͚͙͋ ̶͍̫̹̜̃͌̑l̴͚̗͚͇͑̑a̵̗̿̀́͑ ̵̙̀̊̊͝B̴̡͚̓̂e̷̡̘͇̒s̸̼̟͒ẗ̸͎̞̹́̆ò̵̪̦̇.̷̱̟̹̅͝",
The boy smirks.

"I don't care." Wirt growls, and points his sword at the child, who only keeps his grin.

(2) "Ş̵͖͈̰͗͊͝ê̷͍̊̍d̵̦̬̎͂̄̇ ̸̳̔̅́l̷̡͔̟̎a̸̜͂̅͝ ̵̳͌̊̀Ḇ̷̨͓̏͝ḙ̵̟̃ş̵͉̱͕̎t̷̻̂ͅo̸̤̩̼̊ ̴̨̮͈͗͑͂̆e̵͍̱̓̔̽̔s̵̘̼̫͊̐̽̕ͅt̷̰̫̍a̸͕̒̓͒͌s̸͕̻͎̜̆̕ ̴̣̌̊̈́ĉ̸̜̭̗̟̊͊̕i̵̲̖̠͋͊͐͒ͅă̸͚͕̝̩͑͝͝m̵͕̜̼͑͂ ̵̣͑̾̀p̸̘͕̳͒̇̈́́i̷͙͇̰̾̓e̵̤͐̽d̷̩̥͖̐̈́̀̚e̵̮͍̯͆͑͂͝."

"The Beast; is a pain in the ass. "Wirt throws his hand forward. Before the kid moves, he's struck with a tree branch exploding from the earth.

"I think its bad enough that I have to stick you insects every damn day I live in this forsaken hell hole."Wirt walks over to the child wrapped in tough vines on the ground.

The boy struggles, groaning as his 'Prince' overlooks from above. I don't need another word, Wirt concluded. His eyes grew tired of observing the child. He stabs the boy through the chest with his silver blade. The boy let's out a bloodcurdling cry. "Ahhh!!!! "

Shut up, Wirt frowns he' gonna give my location away, he pushes the sword in deeper. The boy howls another cry, his tears are ink, streaming down endlessly. That infernal squeaking drives me down to hell! Wirt twists the knife, making a switch in the child's vocal cords to turn off. A small squeal is barely heard from him. "Send The Beast my regards. "Wirt says.

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♠

Wirt lays on the ground. His lantern dangling from a branch above controlled by him. His eyes gaze at the flickering size of the light. "Hello Gregory...its been a while huh? "He speaks softly.

The flame inside the old lantern just waves around as if it's dancing. "Isn't that nice? "Wirt replies back.

Pretend.

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"If dreams can come true then why not pretend~."

"You bastard! Give me back my brother you monster!!!" A tall boy wearing a simple red cone for a hat, and a blue coat to hide the rest of his body up to the knees, swings his machete around like a mad man at the enormous skinny shadow dancing around each tree.

"Oh Wirt, you amuse me~" The shadow speaks as it steps back to avoid the boy's swing. The shadow's large, colorful, eyes overrided by a hue white bright, expand as it towers meters high above the boy.

"Greg!!!!" The boy shouts as he gives one last final swing at the creature. The shadow then throws its bony colossal long arms at the boy. They sweep in a quick flash across his face making the boy almost snap his neck. He crashes against the cold earth below. He drops his machete in hand, but not the warm lantern in the other. No, never would he--will he ever leave the lantern's side. Even in death.

"Wirt...." The shadow spoke towering over the boy.

" I beg you! Please stop!" The boy cries in a fit of tears. His fist pound the ground. He rolls in the ground gasping for air. He holds his head as a powerful string of lighting surges through his veins. It was as if there was needles instead of blood cells in his body. Suddenly branches start to grow on both sides of his head. The light in his eyes flicker.

"You amuse me Wirt~" The shadow smiles in the dark. "I can taste your blood, and bones. You shook my hand boy. You shook my hand!" The shadow laughs.

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"GAH! "Wirt leaps up. His back is straight with goosebumps crawling all over his body. Son of a....He holds is head tight, digging his nails in his hair.

"You son of a--!

(*Que elevator music* We will resume right after Wirt is done ranting bad words, sorry kids:) -SnowFrostI14)

(Any minute now -SnowFrostI14)

*********!!!" Wirt finishes his unholy recite.

His breath hitched to a peak as he tries to get some air, I need to chill...breathe in...breathe out.....Wirt pulls out of his midnight coat his lantern. His colorful rainbow blessed eyes glue on the beautiful flame inside. It's still dancing.

"Sorry you'd have to pass and see that nightmare Gregory." Pretend. The lantern flickers.

Leaves russle nearby. Twigs snap, and the wind picks up speed. Wirt shrugs his shoulders, "Maybe its just the wind." Obviously incorrect, he scolds himself.

The wild breeze builds up. Thunder booms from above. Lightning strikes in a beautiful spider web across the sky. The air gets thin and abnormally cold. Wirt stares at the sky. A small line identified as his mouth, stretched. Something's wrong, the weather isn't this violent, that's a lie for sure. Is The Beast nearby? Shit, I shouldn't have let him get to me. Now he's here!

"Ahahahahahaa Ahahahahaaa~ Ahahahahahahaaa~! "A physcotic noise rains further into the depressed forest. The voice sounded repetitive, with a struggle in the vocal cords causing it to vibrate a crazy laugh, Wirt points out.
That's not ordinary.

Did someone finally go insane in these woods?

Wirt sighs getting up with his sword and lantern in hand. He hides both in his coat. His scowl returns, if the Beast possessed another child I swear...
Wirt walks away from his temporary napping tree towards the noise. His midnight cape copies the darkness in the air. The further he travels deep within the forest the more his body blends in. Soon he became a shadow, and all that remained were his pastel colored eyes.

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Edited: June 3, 2019 2:59pm
Words: 1407

Translations:

1)But my prince, there's no need to say, but your life is at stake. ' Might as well play the game ' the Beast says.

2)But the Beast is always on foot