“What the hell? Where am I?” I walk down the street of a dead city. No cars or people were walking around.

A greyish color covered the sky with no sun, only a moon. The moon looked like a regular full moon, but something about it put me at unease. Like someone was watching me.

I walk past an empty house. It was in ruins and abandoned. Nobody had lived in it for years, it seemed. The grass had died and been replaced with dirt. You couldn’t even see through the windows because they were so dirty. Part of the roof is missing. The large buildings looked the same. Some were toppled onto each other. Some had only the foundations left, or part of the wall was just gone. The windows were cracked, and some shattered. I glimpse the moon through the glass. Half of the moon, now gone. How strange, wasn’t it full a few minutes ago? What’s with the dark circle on the moon? Is it the planet’s shadow?

I continue walking down the road and looking around. “Something isn’t right,” I grumble. I’ve been having this feeling since I’ve gotten here. I stop my walking and search the four-way intersection. “One of these things is not like the other. One of these things is wrong.” I twirl around from building to building, humming a random song I can’t remember the name to. “I’ll find you, eventually.” Laughing as I kick some debris.

My curiosity turns to rage as I throw rocks and small debris. “WHAT IS IT!? I KNOW IT’S HERE!!” In my anger, I throw a rock into a random building, and glass shatters. Following the glass shatter is a squeak like a mouse. “Finally,” I walk towards the source of the squeak and over the glass as it crunches on my feet. “Hmmm… Where?” I pull my hair. “It’s here! I know it. Is it something so small I can’t see it?” I look into the dark building and sigh. “Well, there’s no point. Might as well- I see.” I look at the ground to see my reflection isn’t in the shattered glass. “I see. Something so simple, you could look at it but still miss it.”

In the reflection, the right side of my head had long pink hair, the left had long black hair. My left eye is pink, and my right is red. “If I’m right, my image is reversed through the glass.” As I admire my face through the glass. I noticed the moon was dimmer than before, but I didn’t care. I just looked deep in the mirror, losing myself in my own eyes.

“Hello there!” a voice said from behind me.

I turn around quickly and shout. “General Kenobi. You are a bold one.” I said without thinking. In front of me, a tall boy stands. He looked like he’s in his teens. The boy had white spikey hair that went down to his next. A few strands of black went down the side of his right like highlights. His eyes were blood-red with a small amount of dark yellow in them. His right sclera was completely black with black vein-like scars. More of these black scars covered his face and neck. He dressed in semi-formal clothing that was completely black. Except for his coat, which said, ‘REMEMBER’ along with unidentifiable symbols on the left chest.

“Well,” the boy said, “Nerd out much?” Black fog surrounds the bottom half of him.

“No! Of course, I meant to say that!” I laugh. I look at the side and bite my lips. Shit! Shit! The first person I speak to, and I say something fucking stupid! Sweat runs down my face. Alright, act cool. Like those popular kids. Maybe something edgy. No! Right, not left, right, egos of wheels. AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!! Stay calm! I AM CALM, YOU SHITHEAD!!

“Well… are you doing? I can literally see you twirling your hair.”

“YOU'RE AN IDIOT! You stupid moron. You aren't cool! You're just a nerd who spends too much time indoors fucking around on reddit.”

The boy just stares at me and raises his eyebrows. “Did you lose too much blood? That sentence makes less sense than my existence.”

“Yes, no.” I rub my head with my hand as I fumble with my words. Did I say all of that outloud? “Yesn’t, yee. I’m sorry.” I look at him and shout, “Who the fuck are you and where the fuck am I?”

“Strange, isn’t it?” He then stands up straight, leaning back a little, and places his left hand like the sun was in his eyes. “Your next line: What’s with your Hot Topic looking ass?”

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I growl at him, “What’s with you Hot Topic looking ass-” I stare at him with my eyes widening. “Wait, how did you- what just happened?”

“Don’t look at me. I was just sitting here, minding my business, when your tiny little as strolls into my town and starts breaking shit.”

“Why are you so tall?” I ignored what the boy said.

“I beg your pardon?” The boy leans over me and licks my head.

“Ow...”

“Why am I so tall? Why are you so short, child?” He looks directly into my eyes as he gets closer to my face. I back up a little because he is scary. He stops and pinches my cheeks, “I see… Well, aren’t we going to have a blast.” He pulls me up to his height by the collar.

“No?” I hesitantly ask.

He smiles, showing his teeth, “Rhetorical question.” He then lifts higher.

“What are you-” Before I can finish, he lets me go. He grabs the back of my head and smashes me to the ground.

He repeatedly smashes my head against the ground. “You should be like me!” He pounds my head in more and more as blood flies everywhere. “Me, me, me.” Blood flies from my eyes and stains more of the floor.

“Oh god! There’s glass in my eyes. It hurts so much!” I said.

Then he stops and drops me one, turning around and starts walking away, “How disappointing. I was hoping for something more interesting. Shame, since you’re not her. No point in telling a weakling like you.”

Wiping the blood off my face, I look up and take a deep breath. “Wait!!” Reaching my hand out.

He stops and turns around, “Seems I underestimated you slightly.” Rubbing his chin, he looks at me with an intimidating glare. His red eyes burn like a flaming fire inside of an abyss of darkness. The hair moves slightly in the nonexistent wind, slightly obscuring his face.

“Who are you calling a weakling?” Trying to not let his glare force me into submission. “Last I checked, you were beating up a child.”

“Hmm, you have a point, very well,” He raises one finger, “I’ll let you ask one question.” He walks closer to me, which frightens me. Thankfully, I keep a straight face as he approaches.

“Who are you?” I ask.

He stops walking and stares. It becomes quiet, then he breaks out in laughter. “Really? Hahahaha!” Grabbing his stomach and bending forward like he is on stilts, “That’s what you want to ask? Hehehehe!” He wipes his face. “I’m sorry. Out of everything you’ve seen and heard, that’s the question you ask? Really? You don’t want to know why you were in the woods? What happened before? Home? What’s going on? Hryuk! Hryuk!”

“Hey, I was asking a question.” Right after that, he smashes my head into the ground with his foot.

“You did, but I think it’s stupid. So, I should start with the first lesson!” He continues pounding my head into the ground as I bleed again. “Lesson One: If someone is willing to supply you with information, take advantage of it!” His voice changes from a scolding mother to a soft, playful voice, “Or was that Lesson Five?” He stops kicking.

Catching my breath, “W-w-why a-are you, you, doing... this?”

“I didn’t do anything. You did.” He stomps on my face one last time. “Peace,” he says, “I’m not sticking around here anymore. You’ve lost my interest. Come back when you have something that won’t waste my time.”

“I’m- I’m n-not done w-with you-” I looked up, and without a trace, he vanished. “You…” I look around for him, but there is nothing left to look for. “Stupid little shit,” I mumble, getting onto my knees. “I’ll show him who’s tiny.” Leaning back up against a wall and looking up into the sky.

I see the crescent moon to see not a regular moon but a sinister face looking back. The moon has a few craters, but one was pure black, like the night sky. Its corrupting eye had a white iris of snow and a purple with a coal pupil. In the center of the crescent, a long nose protrudes out the side. It grins with its big white teeth, finding something hilarious about the dark. I sensed its malicious gaze as the moon looked back at her. It opens its mouth and laughs. Blood dripped from its mouth as it laughed. The eye changes from white to pure red as it spins out of control. A deep raspy growl came from it as it was laughing in pain.

“Ah yes, the fable crackhead moon. Legend has it that some crackhead landed on the moon and gave it cocaine. The cocaine changed the moon so that it thirsts for the blood of virgin whales.” I close my eyes and drift off to sleep.