Looking out toward the streets, Ferricus sighed of frustration, and regret. He regret the fact that he mocked all the many people that had no money in the precedente years…It seemed that Karma had bitten back, and his sister, Midasu, created some foreshadowing on his future. He still remembered the quote that she said, even though he was too arrogant and narcissistic to even care:
“You won’t stay rich forever, Ferricus. te need to stop mocking others for what they don’t have themselves. This may happen to you, as well, one day.”
And so it did. Others laughed in his face, waving a stack of cash. Women squabbled about him, giggling and laughing ever so sinisterly. Men always made such self-centered Citazioni to him as he did to others back then. He just couldn’t take it anymore.
He heard footsteps from a distance, and looked out the broken box he was living in. It was Estelle, with her glass sword. It looked like she was walking in his direction, but at the streets at the same time. He turned the box around and faced the alleyway in cowardly fear.
But no matter what direction he was facing, he was still frightened:
On the streets, he’d always hear the painful shrieks and watch the blotches of blood stain the cobblestone road, and hearing Estelle’s maniacal cackle and snicker echo throughout the city.
In the alleyway, innocent people were always cornered da the most strange, deranged, and even disturbing of criminals. He still remembered a wet plastic bag drenched in blood, like the color of a dark rose with it’s sharpened thorns.
As Estelle approached the box, she whispered behind him:
“Feeling thirsty? Do te care for anything to drink? Maybe for…the fresh, most wonderful taste of blood?” Ferricus remained silent, still terrified of what his fate is to become. Estelle poked a hole through the box, the sword going through. Ferricus jumped and hit his head, quietly murmuring ‘Ow’.
“I know you’re there, Ferricus. Admit it. If te won’t, my sword will for you.” Ferricus was about ready to flee. He got out of the box and ran as fast he could.
“If only I were a hedgehog,” he detto in a tone mixed with the sound of panic and worry. Estelle was running after him, right on his trail. He looked back and saw her, and started to run faster. He dodged cars, jumped over fences, and avoided hitting and bumping into people. Estelle did the same, but she had più experience in doing it. She was almost da his side, and Ferricus had nothing to do but to crash through the doors of an elegant restaurant. He turned left and fled into the Men’s Restroom. Customers turned around to see what all the ruckus was about. Estelle knew he ran into the bathroom, so she hid in a dark corner.
After a few minutes, Ferricus felt safe. He walked out in the most pompous manner, recitazione like how he was back then: Bathing in cash and bars of gold, living his life in a luxurious manor, with it’s marble floors and diamond-encrusted stair rails. When he walked out, Estelle snuck behind him, and struck him in the chest. Ferricus choked, and fell on his knees, trying to get the sword out. Blood started staining him, and was dripping onto the pavement. Estelle smirked and laughed ever-so-wickedly. “Enjoy your sleep for eternity,” she said, ripping the sword out of his chest, walking away. He then struck his head onto the ground, and slowly but surely, he departed from the world, closing his eyes. His blood…was the loveliest shade of red.
“You won’t stay rich forever, Ferricus. te need to stop mocking others for what they don’t have themselves. This may happen to you, as well, one day.”
And so it did. Others laughed in his face, waving a stack of cash. Women squabbled about him, giggling and laughing ever so sinisterly. Men always made such self-centered Citazioni to him as he did to others back then. He just couldn’t take it anymore.
He heard footsteps from a distance, and looked out the broken box he was living in. It was Estelle, with her glass sword. It looked like she was walking in his direction, but at the streets at the same time. He turned the box around and faced the alleyway in cowardly fear.
But no matter what direction he was facing, he was still frightened:
On the streets, he’d always hear the painful shrieks and watch the blotches of blood stain the cobblestone road, and hearing Estelle’s maniacal cackle and snicker echo throughout the city.
In the alleyway, innocent people were always cornered da the most strange, deranged, and even disturbing of criminals. He still remembered a wet plastic bag drenched in blood, like the color of a dark rose with it’s sharpened thorns.
As Estelle approached the box, she whispered behind him:
“Feeling thirsty? Do te care for anything to drink? Maybe for…the fresh, most wonderful taste of blood?” Ferricus remained silent, still terrified of what his fate is to become. Estelle poked a hole through the box, the sword going through. Ferricus jumped and hit his head, quietly murmuring ‘Ow’.
“I know you’re there, Ferricus. Admit it. If te won’t, my sword will for you.” Ferricus was about ready to flee. He got out of the box and ran as fast he could.
“If only I were a hedgehog,” he detto in a tone mixed with the sound of panic and worry. Estelle was running after him, right on his trail. He looked back and saw her, and started to run faster. He dodged cars, jumped over fences, and avoided hitting and bumping into people. Estelle did the same, but she had più experience in doing it. She was almost da his side, and Ferricus had nothing to do but to crash through the doors of an elegant restaurant. He turned left and fled into the Men’s Restroom. Customers turned around to see what all the ruckus was about. Estelle knew he ran into the bathroom, so she hid in a dark corner.
After a few minutes, Ferricus felt safe. He walked out in the most pompous manner, recitazione like how he was back then: Bathing in cash and bars of gold, living his life in a luxurious manor, with it’s marble floors and diamond-encrusted stair rails. When he walked out, Estelle snuck behind him, and struck him in the chest. Ferricus choked, and fell on his knees, trying to get the sword out. Blood started staining him, and was dripping onto the pavement. Estelle smirked and laughed ever-so-wickedly. “Enjoy your sleep for eternity,” she said, ripping the sword out of his chest, walking away. He then struck his head onto the ground, and slowly but surely, he departed from the world, closing his eyes. His blood…was the loveliest shade of red.
On September 3, Cynthia woke up seeing the beautiful giorno outside when she walked out the door.
"Im gonna Amore this school year!!!" she told herself as she walked to school.
5 minuti later of walking to school, Cynthia met up with her boyfriend Mars.
"Mars, are te ok? te look pale." Cynthia admitted putting her hand on Mars' forehead.
It was warm.
Mars shook his head and walked off, Cynthia almost cried watching him walk away.
Rouge the Bat had acme along and met up with Cynthia.
"Hows the giorno gone?" Rouge asked in her sassy tone.
Cynthia shook her head and ran to the restroom to cry.
8 minuti later after crying, Cynthia headed to class, math.
"This is going to be a hrrible year." Cynthia answered herself.
"Im gonna Amore this school year!!!" she told herself as she walked to school.
5 minuti later of walking to school, Cynthia met up with her boyfriend Mars.
"Mars, are te ok? te look pale." Cynthia admitted putting her hand on Mars' forehead.
It was warm.
Mars shook his head and walked off, Cynthia almost cried watching him walk away.
Rouge the Bat had acme along and met up with Cynthia.
"Hows the giorno gone?" Rouge asked in her sassy tone.
Cynthia shook her head and ran to the restroom to cry.
8 minuti later after crying, Cynthia headed to class, math.
"This is going to be a hrrible year." Cynthia answered herself.
Well, a lot has happened in the past...age that I've been gone from this site.
1. I have been diagnosed with Ehler's Danlos Syndrome
2. I am now in a kickass wheelchair
3. The condition has also affected my heart, so I'm to stay out of stressful environments and the like
4. I'm still making my game, so theres that.
5. Like I mentioned previously, my OCs have officially moved OUT of the Sonic universe and are now in their own lil universe I created. But they're all still there, Lyssa, May, Alyss, ect
6. I might still post some art if te guys arent too adverse to humans being postato (and if te are I totally would understand)
7. SHORT STORIES EVERYWHERE. te GET A SHORT STORY. te GET A SHORT STORY
8. I still don't do art trades o requests so...don't ask lol.
Have a missed a lot here? I've been semi-updated on the Tak incident (in fact thats why I came back) but is there anything else I need to know?
1. I have been diagnosed with Ehler's Danlos Syndrome
2. I am now in a kickass wheelchair
3. The condition has also affected my heart, so I'm to stay out of stressful environments and the like
4. I'm still making my game, so theres that.
5. Like I mentioned previously, my OCs have officially moved OUT of the Sonic universe and are now in their own lil universe I created. But they're all still there, Lyssa, May, Alyss, ect
6. I might still post some art if te guys arent too adverse to humans being postato (and if te are I totally would understand)
7. SHORT STORIES EVERYWHERE. te GET A SHORT STORY. te GET A SHORT STORY
8. I still don't do art trades o requests so...don't ask lol.
Have a missed a lot here? I've been semi-updated on the Tak incident (in fact thats why I came back) but is there anything else I need to know?
I'd like to come out and say it. I respect the members here. But the main group which includes my subject of interest, Tak is quite the puzzling equation. I mean if its true that these rules, The rules that make non content spewing people, basicly useless as a fan of what they like, are agreed da the majority. I shall apologize deeply and rest my case, cutting the loss. Now let me be clear. This man detto too me in argument, " people grew up". Now if im not mistaken, freedom is not a child's plaything. Freedom to have fun with your fandom, is an all age experience. Of course te have to make a living. But does anyone ever get punched for haveing fun o simply posting whats on your mind, no? Want to to know why? Because look at the big corporations. Twitter!, Facebook, Youtube. Do not let old fanpop die. Remember back when people had fun and not business. te could call it a simpler time...I call it a better time. Now, I may here your results.