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The Life of Albert Negan, part 1

1880

The trees hit the boys face as he ran past them, the night sky blocked his view, and the snow got in his eyes and shivered him to the bone as he sprinted. His dad yelled for him, yelled for him to run, but the 9 year old knew he couldn’t, he had to save his dad, his family couldn’t lose him, his dad was carrying everything on his back, if they lost him, they wouldn’t survive the winter… “Al! Run! Get back to the house! I got this!-“ His fathers voice cut off as Albert drew closer, clutching his rifle as he caught up to his dad, getting mauled by a wolf. The woods shook as The boy fired his gun, without hesitation. The young Albert had missed the wolf, but it was enough to scare it off, making it run into the darkness of the forest, as Albert ran to his dad, lying on the floor. The boy shook his father, begging for him to awake..

“Dad! Dad please get up! Dad! Isaac!…”

The boy cried, his tears soaking into his fathers coat as he sobbed over his fathers corpse..Albert looked around, realizing something as he kept crying. He had lost himself, he didnt know which direction he was facing, was his home behind him? How would he find mama again?

The morning arose as Albert walked through the snow, clutching his fathers coat as he stepped through the several inches of white dust, each step submerging his feet in the never ending coldness, the only thing keeping him alive was the coat he took from his fathers body, as a way to remember him..eventually, Albert found a town, the folk took him in, they tried looking for his home, yet..Even Albert knew he would never find it again, his mom was probably worried sick, but Albert was alive, with the help of the townsfolk, he could do his father wanted of him, to live for another winter…

1895

“Bartender, another whiskey please!” Albert said, swaying in his chair, before bringing the near empty bottle of whiskey to his lips, small mustache hairs getting in his drink, but he did mind much, no matter what he did, it would always happen, except when his shaved, but why would he do that? Not like he had the money for it. Albert had tried to start a trading company with a friend of his, but, well, that friend died in a train accident, and one thing led to another, the company was edging toward bankruptcy with each passing minute…The saloon doors opened, and Albert turned to see an older man walk in. He had a heartless look to him, he looked like the kind of guy who’d ask if you’ve seen someone. He had a greying beard, with short dark brown hair that was slicked back into a small top hat, matching his fancy hat, he wore a tan jacket with fluffy insides, an orange shirt, and black pants. Albert analyzed the mans features, before turning back to his whiskey, only to be interrupted by the old man, who sat next to him as he spoke. “You Albert Negan? I’d like to talk to you.” Albert paused mid-gulp, turning to face the man again. “Im sorry?” He asked, putting the bottle down. “You had an..issue, with your company, i think i can help.” “Oh?” “A proposal, you help us, we give you a cut for your company..” Albert thought about the idea, the way the man worded it was very..vague, definitely not legal, but Albert didnt really care anymore, what else could he do? Go broke? No, he couldn’t. He needed to make his Pa proud.. “..Alright, what exactly do i need to help you with?”

4 months later

Albert sighed, he had been waiting next to this building for about 3 hours now, and his cigar was almost out. If he waited any longer, he was gonna run out of them. They were his favorite, Blue Angel Cigars, He wasnt a smoker when he first joined the gang, but when Ilene introduced the brand to him, he was hooked, he went through 3 a day, atleast..Albert paused when he saw two people in horses ride over toward him, he recognized them immediately, one was Ilene, the leader of the gang and the man who invited Albert at the bar. The other was Eva, at least thats what she told Albert, he had his suspicions that Eva wasnt he real name, mostly because of her clothing, her entire body was covered in clothing, a green long sleeve shirt with black gloves, grey jeans attached to it with suspenders, black boots hiding her feet, and, to hide her face, a long bandana that covered her entire face, with dark tinted goggles attached to them to let her see while hiding her eyes, and flat cap to hide her hair. Albert wouldn’t even have known she was female if she decided to wear a jacket.

“We ready Al?” Ilene asked, getting off his horse, and grabbing his shotgun from the saddle. Albert nodded, moving his black bandana to his mouth. “Yep, the oil is set, we just need to wait for it to dock.” Eva had gotten off her horse as well, grabbing a double barrel shotgun and sticks of dynamite from her saddle, and she spoke as Albert threw away the remains of his cigar.

“Alright Boys..Lets rob a boat.”

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“ The Devil in Roseville” A Ghostface Story

The town was quiet tonight, a killer was on the rise, but the cops had hope for today, the murder never killed anyone two nights in a row. Unlucky for them, because Tonight would be a first..

Jed Olsen let out a small sigh as the clear night sky dimmed into darkness, the stars covered by clouds. It was supposed to rain tonight, and The man was counting on it, a perfect backdrop for his new picture, The thought filled his veins with adrenaline.

The Stalker stood up straight as he saw his new victim, 37 year old Marcus Londel, Jed has been stalking him for weeks, he was having an affair with his sick wife, so he would home around 10:24, right on schedule. Whole Marcus headed into his home, Ghostface went to work, quickly climbing the mans fence and opening his backpack, taking out a black raincoat, with red arrows pointed on, and a red, devil version of his infamous mask. Jed found the mask online while looking for more supplies, and tonight would be it’s first time showered in blood. The Ghostface walked to the mans back door, waiting for a moment, before opening it, He had unlocked it himself afew hours ago, sneaking into the mans house while he was alseep, to set up the scene for his art piece.

The Ghost locked the door behind him as he entered, leaving no trace of his entry, before crouching, making himself as hard to see as possible. He was tapping his foot in anticipation as he crawled, searching the house room by room, his body language screaming desire. Eventually, Ghostface found the man, looking out the living room window as he tossed a stick into the lit chimney fire. The soon to be Murderer crept close, getting inches to the mans back, raising his knife..

Danny plunged his knife into the mans shoulder, making his victim scream as he crashed into the window, shattering it. The man fell down as the glass shattered around him, trying to get up, but Danny held him down, the adrenaline giving him the strength to hold his victim still. The mans struggles would be in vein, as The Ghostface stuck the blade deep into his chest, taking it out, before doing it again, and again. His hand shivered with glee as he impaled the man over and over, stabbing into his ribs, through his lungs, into his heart, blood spilling onto the floor around the Assailant. The killer chuckled with delight, thinking about how Roseville would react to their very own Jack The Ripper..

Danny watched the man bleed out, gasping for air as his life left his body like the blood surrounding him, but nothing could phase the Ghostface, and soon, he set up his camera, placing it on the table, and posing with the body, the fire behind him illuminating the red horns of his mask, his rain coat blowing with the wind of the broken window, and as the camera flashed a blinding white, it captured a rat on the ceiling, it’s glowing red eyes looking down at The Stalker, almost like it was watching him, waiting to strike..

If this Newspaper thing doesnt work out, Danny could always try photography

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The Family’s Legend

Generations of Great Warriors

Burrin the Bizarre struck down the last big foot to exist

Great Aron of Olisim Slayed the mighty Tyrant that enslaved the irish

Queen Crandell Conquered all lands across Europe, uniting them for a time

Trinity “Misery” became second ever super soldier, saving Hundreds from the Korean war

Mason Became a Dictator and Great Politician when the US needed it most, creating World Peace by destroying anything that hinted War

Zoe Crandell…

“Am i Honorable?..or am i stuck as a foot soldier?”

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1992, Stokes State Forest

Many missing reports have surfaced from the state park in New Jersey, mostly kids have gone missing, along with many pets, young adults, and other wildlife around the Forest.

Camera placed on Appalachian Trail

11:28:Tall Unknown figure knocks camera down, destroying lens but keeping audio.

Audio recorded from 1:03 to 2:48

“H̸̨̛̛̛̥͍̣͈̙̱̟̰̰̱̦̮̋̊̆̾͗̍̊͗̈̀́̑̈́̋̅͌͠e̵̢̡̖̜̙̟̼̓̇̽̆̏̎̈ͅļ̶̧̨̗͙̙̬̰̲̺̱̱̻̘̭̱͗́̈́͂̈́̎̕͝͝͝l̵̡̲̲̞̮̮̞̠̍̅̆̽̑͌̍̄͋̌͜ò̷̳̂̿̍̍̕͜͝?̷̢̧̛̙̠͙̱͙͙̰͖̠̟̙͔̀͋̒̃̂͋̋͋̓̈́̌̈́̍͛̇̾̋͑͆͂͛͊̕͜͝͝͝ Ḧ̴̡̛̹̲̼̙͈͍́̏̄̋̏͑̆̈́̈́̌́̆̒̆̍͒̃̆̽͒̀̀̌̓͝͝͠͝ͅë̴̡̢̥͈̭̩̝̦̖̝̖̼͙͚͎̱͕͎̭͎̣̥̗͓̙̪̠̭̖̩͖̮͍͉͖́̈́̈́͒̍̀̒̄͑̄̓̅͊̑̍͛͝͝͝͝ͅl̶̢̛̛̯̮̟͔͍̺̙͚̘̖̳̜͙͕̔̒͛͐̍̂̈̊̍͗͌͒̀̂͗̏͛̊̓̈́̂̚̚͝͝͠ļ̵̛̠̮̩̬̹̊̂͂̀͋̇͊̽́̀̋̌͂̑̎̓̽̒̀͂̾́̿̋̌͑̈́̾͋̕̚͘͝͝͝͝͠͠͝͠o̶̧̨̳̱͔̠̻̟͒̆͐̃̂̒͋͐̄̒͆̍̈́̀͆̂̽̃͐͑̌͊̈́͂̿̀͒͂̎̊̃͋̈͆̓͘͘̕̕͠͠?̶̳̬͋̈́ H̸̘̻̒̒ė̶̗ͅl̸̠l̵̬̪̎o̸̦̕?̶͉̮̈́ Hello?”

Notes:Voice sounds illegible, before slowing sounding like Sandyston Mayor.

Campers reported feelings of Paranoia, and report hearing the voices of their loved ones in the forest.

1993. Local Woman found murdered with multiple stab wounds in Stokes state forest.

Fingerprints of Murder Zoe Crandell found on corpse, Police currently hard at work finding this criminal.

60 year old Male found dead in Stokes state forest, multiple large claw gashes around body, no fingerprints on corpse.

1994, Zoe Crandell spotted running from murdered Elk in forest outskirts. Elk corpse goes missing before officers can retrieve it, Zoe Crandell escapes

Reports of a Tall man in a blue flannel wandering the forest rise up as officers continue their search for Zoe Crandell.

Two headed Elk spotted in Forest trail, when approached, Elk is recorded speaking the words. “Ḧ̴̡̛̹̲̼̙͈͍́̏̄̋̏͑̆̈́̈́̌́̆̒̆̍͒̃̆̽͒̀̀̌̓͝͝͠͝ͅë̴̡̢̥͈̭̩̝̦̖̝̖̼͙͚͎̱͕͎̭͎̣̥̗͓̙̪̠̭̖̩͖̮͍͉͖́̈́̈́͒̍̀̒̄͑̄̓̅͊̑̍͛͝͝͝͝ͅl̶̢̛̛̯̮̟͔͍̺̙͚̘̖̳̜͙͕̔̒͛͐̍̂̈̊̍͗͌͒̀̂͗̏͛̊̓̈́̂̚̚͝͝͠ļ̵̛̠̮̩̬̹̊̂͂̀͋̇͊̽́̀̋̌͂̑̎̓̽̒̀͂̾́̿̋̌͑̈́̾͋̕̚͘͝͝͝͝͠͠͝͠o̶̧̨̳̱͔̠̻̟͒̆͐̃̂̒͋͐̄̒͆̍̈́̀͆̂̽̃͐͑̌͊̈́͂̿̀͒͂̎̊̃͋̈͆̓͘͘̕̕͠͠?̶̳̬͋̈́” before running off, Forest is closed for further investigation…

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Crisis On Infinite Earths, Part Two - Breakout.

This is Part Two of a story I had written, Part One Is right here!

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The Beginning Years

“I feel so guilty now.”

Thomas sighed, looking at the newspaper, staring at the headline. ‘Jack the Ripper at it again!’..He remembered killing that woman, it was dirty work, he had to clean his suit 8 times to get the red off. He knew he could just use magic to get it off, but he didnt like to detach himself from his human origin, all this stuff was almost too much for him, gemstone aliens, diamond queens, it worried him, to know humans were constantly so close to immediate destruction. Thomas chewed on a piece of eastern elk, sitting down at his desk, looking at his cutting tools, the same tools he used last night, he was disgusted by them, he wanted to throw them out and never see them again..yet a part of him wanted them to stay, hanging on a wall like a trophy, but for now, they lay on his desk..Thomas stood up, pacing back and forth before stopping at the transmission machine, it was a machine he created to communicate with the other Ringmaster without being on public phone lines. He pressed the button, turning a few dial, and opened the window to let the smoke out. The machine began running, printing a piece of paper, the paper always had what the other ringmaster was planning on it, but the papers had been blank after the eruption of Krakatoa volcano, He had guessed they were letting him cause the disaster in the form of Jack..Thomas took the paper, it finally had something on it, ‘The Johnstown Flood’ and ‘the great war’ Thomas didnt know what it meant, but he knew it spelled death. Thomas didnt like killing, but he knew it must be done. He stood at the window, watching a man walk his dog on a leather leash…This gave Thomas an idea, what if he had a pet? A creature that could do his work for him, while he took the credit? It would take days, maybe months, he’d have to give up on Jack the Ripper, but he already killed 5 woman, it was good for a beginner…Thomas grabbed a piece of paper, sitting on his desk one last time, writing the blueprints, he needs something organic, something that looked human, but scary enough to cause panic, his ideas were beginning to turn into reality…

“I think I should feel Empty now..”

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Crisis On Infinite Earths, Part One – Playing God.

The pink-haired girl walked through the empty halls, holding an old, heavy metal flashlight in her right hand, the light from it darted around the halls like a mosquito, looking for its next victim. As she walked, the old, wooden boards groaned and creaked under her trembling boots. She was supposed to be investigating an old mansion that had been left to rot in the middle of the forest, with an investigation crew. But she had gotten separated, and the irony of it is that their walkie-talkies had never died before, but now, when they really need them, they decide to die. “Of course, when I need to use it, it dies! And I’m going to die here if I don’t get out, this place is a deathtrap!” She exclaimed to herself, as she kept walking. She glanced to the right, noticing a somewhat broken door, about to fall off its hinges. She started to silently sneak to the somewhat scary doorway, pushing the door carefully open.

She walked through the threshold, looking around, shining the flashlight inside. The light reflected off an oddly shiny surface, like a metal arm of sorts. Three more moved into view, coming down from the ceiling. Along with a young man, wearing a grey, World War Two Era Russian ushanka, most likely a gift, passed down to him from his father. “Like a mouse walking into a trap, whom is too blinded to see it...” The man replied, as a heavy accent dotted his tone. “And you my dear, are the mouse, skittering along the floor. And I, I my dear, I am the trap.” He finished his sentence, as two orange, glowing eyes appeared on his face, revealing a full metal mask, hiding his identity. “H- Hah, uhm- I love comics too, b- but- that doesn’t mean I go off and turn myself into Doc-“ Her sentence and attempt to joke around was cut off, as one of the arms grabbed her. “Ngh--!” She dropped the flashlight, letting out a groan. The actuator lifted her, pulling her closer to the Russian man. “Alex. It’s Alex. Do not ever call me anything that starts with Doc or Doctor. Unless of course, you wish to become a hollowed shell, too Corrupted to think straight, Rose.” He threatened, causing her to shutter in fear. “How do you know my—” Rose’s question was interrupted, as the grip on her chest tightened.

“Don’t you ever shut up?” He asked, as his tone began to turn into an annoyed one. “Moving on, I mustn’t waste anymore precious time.” He stated, another one of the actuators holding up a tablet-looking thing. “How does a field trip sound, hmm? Don’t you like those?” He asked, tilting his head. “Dimension #343 is a lively one, if you consider violence lively. Oh wait, you should! You caused the violence in this lab, anyways. Oh well, let’s send you there.” He stated, as a nearly-finished, orange portal it up the room. The other side looked like a facility, a testing lab of sorts. “Ok Dr.Stra- hnghh!” She groaned again, as the actuator’s grip tightened. “Doesn’t this place look familiar to you? It should, Subject–8720." He stated, not even giving her time to respond. The actuator threw her through the portal, as the madman laughed. “As they say back in the Motherland, Do Svidaniya!” He replied, Rose stood up. “No- NO! You can’t trap me here, Alex please, I just--!” The portal closed, leaving Rose alone, stuck in the place she dreaded the most, the place that twisted her mind into something it shouldn’t be.

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I made a varient of Rose, this one is a ✨villain✨

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A Murder of Disbelief

P.1

A Murder in Disbelief

“My chalice..” the cave rang out as the voice echo’d through the island. The crew was making their get away. The ship was loaded with goodies and trinkets from around the Sea of Thieves. The captain was holding the most important item, the cursed chalice of hoarder Hunter Ramsey, an item so cursed that if one even touches it with bare hands, they will tremble into insanity and darkness. Good thing the captain wore gloves.

The captain was running out of the cave, away from the cursed Ramsey who protected the chalice, the Hunter didnt look like the pirate he was before, now a twist of jagged bones and long teeth stabbing out of his pale white skin and green eyes glowing in the darkness of the night. “My Chalice!” The cursed pirate roared, chasing after the confident captain.

The captain tripped over a skeleton hand, the hand grabbing his ankle and making him fall down, tearing skin and flesh as the boney fingers wrapped around his foot tightly. The captain screamed and dropped the chalice, pulling out his sword and cutting the skeleton hand off his foot. Limping abit, the captain walked a few feet before turning to face the insane and corrupted Ramsey. The hunter stumbled toward the captain, weak from running and fighting the crew, Ramsey faced the captain, who immediately took out his flintlock and fired. Ramsey snatched the bullet as it was flying toward his face, examining it for a moment before tossing it aside, turning his head toward the Captain. The two watched each other for a moment, keeping their distance before Ramsey stopped, looking down at the Chalice on the ground, seeing a red liquid inside, Ramsey started laughing, the cursed mans flesh and blood beginning to turn into wind. “…Why are you laughing?!” The captain yelled, Ramsey stopped, stepping toward the captain “…You Bled On my Chalice.” The captain stopped, his eyes widening as Ramsey continued to fade away, into dust. Before he left the mortal plane, Ramey looked at the captain, his smile fading “…Thank you, for taking my place…”

The Captain grabbed his head, his thoughts were starting to fade, becoming deafened by adrenaline and panic. He felt his skin burn, his hands shedding and his eyes going bloodshot. He hid behind a tree, letting out a loud scream of pain and agony.

“Cap’n?..where is he?…” Second Mate Mike searched the island, hearing the screams and quickly looking for his captain. “Cap’n! We’re ready to leave! Where are you?!” Mike was next a tree, raising his lantern up to see his surroundings more. Suddenly Captain jumped behind the tree, swinging at his Second Mate with a tree branch, pummeling him as blood dripped from the branch, splattering into the ground and soaking the grass in red…After afew minutes, Captain dropped the branch, looking down at his hands, now bloodied, dripping red onto the ground like rain. Captain hadnt killed someone he knew before, it felt…different, before it was just random strangers with no emotions or lost skeletons who lost their way, but this…He liked this….

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@gemsoldier06

And thus begun the Age of Wolves

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a9WU8GpCLW0

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8:57

“found a police station. Apparently this place is called Ashfield”

9:51

“There’s someone standing there. I think. Where is my gun?”

12:84

“I had to barricade myself in. There are shadows staring through the window.”

Help.

September 7th, 2006

“Bernads door”

The phenomenon of complete familiarity, but a great sense of evilness upon leaving it.

“I found a town, yesterday. But it isnt written on a map. I brought a camera this time to show you”

5:01

“I made a little base in the first house i found. I dont know what’s with the boxes, but they wont open.”

5:38

“I dont know why i took a picture of this. I remember taking it i just dont remember why.”

6:12

“Second house. The Lights are on, it looks like a face with only one eye.”

6:22

“This Room seems familiar. I think i was in here when i was a kid. I wish i had a gun right about now”

6:42

“A living room. There wasnt a door there before.”

6:47

“This bathroom shouldnt have a window here. I think i can see something demonic outside.”

7:39

“I found some trains outside. Is that an animal in the shot? I didnt see anything when i took thr picture”

7:52

“Was that just my feet hitting the gravel? It sounded like something spoke to me.”

8:12

“I dont remember a window there when i was inside. The lights are on again”

8:21

“Had to walk through a corn field to get to the other houses. I feel safer on this side”

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Molded Fate

1984

“Day 184: subject “Devon Walker” has escaped, I dont know what kind of creature i’ve created, but from the size of this hole, it aint human..”-Doctor Nichole No Last Name Given

2001

In the latest news, A gang fight broke today in the town mall, witness say only one survivor escaped the attack.

2008

Mac states “the production room was completely trashed by the attack,the masked assailant had two machines when he walked in”

2014

The police station was bombed last night by an unknown criminal, police are still searching for clues on who could have caused.

2021

…

An armed man was seen entering the town square today, the man is masked and heavily armed, any citizens who see him should report him immediately, may god bless us all…

“…You’re dead, doctor”

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“Pasts aren’t what you think they are, to us atleast..To us, a past is a person, or living thing, a fear..killing and overcoming them helps see our firekeepers, give us purpose…”

“Anyone notice these embers arent dying?”

Sontria: Garl isnt scared of much, i think he’ll give everything to save Anri.

Siegward:A toast! For those of us who have kindled, and for whose who will in futures time!

Sontria: Anri, i’m sorry, i didnt think..

No matter the task, all statues fear one thing..Going hollow is to go mad, to lose your hope and purpose, your memories turn to ash, your embers Gone…

Anri:I will find hope! I cannot go hollow!

Garl: Lothric, he is too far gone, we must move!

Sontria: Lads..I think we’ve found the place where angels die…

A story left untold for centuries, a past unbroken, those of the curse must stay together, for those alone will always lose hope…

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A pile of ripped papers lay on the table, the papers were phasing in and out of reality, just enough to be able to read them, they seem to be a ripped part of a notebook…

Journal, day 102:

I found someone else who hears me, a young lady, a scientist. I dont dare touch her.

Journal, day 108:

Her name is Ms. Grayson. She works for a research company, she hasnt talked to me in abit, but she still lets me follow her:

Journal, day 112:

I heard a voice today, in one of the chambers. ‘I cant stop moving’ it told me, it hurt when i entered the room.

Journal, day 125:

I keep hearing voices, somethings telling me i’ll never have friends. Someones trying to drive me insane

Journal, day !:@&(/:

Just because he was a mistake doesnt mean he’s useless 🃏

Journal, day 130:

Somethings trying to kill Grayson, somethings trying to kill my friend.

Journal, day 146:

I’ve been watching grayson, she likes cybernetics, i think, she’s building them at least, i’m starting to have a plan.

Journal, day 158:

I started the plan today, i started building something, i can move things now, i think my conditions getting better.

Journal, day 161:

I had to do the hard part today, i have to separate myself with grayson for this to work, but first, i need her to be safe..

Journal, day 200:

I did it, now, i will have to turn it on..i hope this works..

It works

“…Grayson?…”

“You there Cait?…how are you feeling?”

“…Hungry.”

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“Hmmm…i think i missed one..no matter, my new project is going well”

Daski Orengi

“I’ve changed..again, am i a ghost? Or just a spectator?…did i ever exist in the first place?”

Journal, day 1:

I cant feel anything. I cant feel the clothes on me, i cant feel the wind on my face, i cant feel when my son passes through me, i need help, but nobody can hear.

Journal, day 6:

I think someone saw me! A robot, in a purple coat, they were staring at me when i passed through them! Can people feel me? I need to learn more.

Journal, day 8:

There’s more, ghosts all around this place, i followed the robot to a lab, but i dont think the other ghosts see me, all they do is stare at the scientist who owns the building, a drunk who only talks to the robot.

Journal, day 15:

I found another robot, A girl, though i dont think she noticed me like the other one did. She’s very strange though, she likes the color pink, and i can see a green copy of her over her shoulder. There’s someone else who follows her, an archer, alot of ghosts follow her, staring at her in blind rage….

Journal, day 39:

Somebody sees me! A black gem saw me! He could even hear me! I finally talked after so many years, i didnt tell him anything about what i am, but he wanted to become friends, his name is Thorn.

Journal, day 48:

I met that pink robot and archer again, this time they had a black hooded figure, with a white mask, there were afew ghosts around him, but the only one i noticed was one that looked like a military veteran, walking next to the hooded man, whispering lies and insults into his ear..

Journal, day 49:

Thorn has a friend im curious about, a large blue haired female, she seemed rude, but she was pretty nice to thorn, i thought she saw me for a second, but she told thorn it was just her head messing with her.

Journal, day 51:

Oh god i killed him i killed him i killed him! I thought i could touch him but his gem shattered! Its my fault! Its my fault its my fault its my fault! The only person who could understand me and i killed him! I did it!

Journal, day 284:

I’ve entered a strange, blissful state, i’ve been following the pink robot and archer around for nearly a year. I think they hear me sometimes, when they glance at me for a moment before they look away. The green copy has started trying to talk to me, i didnt talk back, i cant kill anyway else, i just want my son back now, i want someone to talk to again, i feel like there are ghosts following me now, but i dont see any…

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1899- Alex Bishop

Character summary

“A strange sheriff. He wont remember your name, but he’ll definitely remember when you’ve broken a rule”

Prologue-Chapter 2: A quiet type, normally drinking at the saloon and using the booze as an excuse to deal with outlaws his own way, though he has a friendship with the towns bounty hunter

Chapter 3-4: Getting serious, The sheriff drinks less, focusing on the group of bandits seemingly taking over their town, taking the role as leader to defend his home town

Roberts Death-Chapter 8:A vengeful kind, Alex has given up drinking completely now, showing his leader role and assuring the town that they will prosper eventually

Chapter 9-10: Fallen to sickness, Alex gives his live to end the bandits, coughing loudly, becoming as ruthless as the enemy, Alex finally falls in chapter 10, his life ending through a mixture of the sickness, and the knife wound by the Rat. Laying on the cliffside, staring at the setting sun as he closes his eyes for a final time, knowing his sacrifice has saved the remaining townsfolk…