JewlzTheHedgehog

La la laaaaaa~. Cu cu piiiiii~. Mi mi miiiiii~. He loves meeeee~. Even if we were far apaaaaaart~. I was always in his heeeaaaart~. No matter what, I will always beeeee~. His cute, adorable, Little Lovelyyyyy~. … Cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu. I don't remember much, if that's what you're thinking about. Nope nope nope. I remember…it was dark, piii. Dark and cold. But hot. But cold. But hot. But cold. But dark. Yes, dark. Dark dark dark. Black. Like…I couldn't see anything. Not even my hands, piii! Did I even have hands? Or feet? Or eyes? Or noses? I dunno. I don't remember, cuuu. Hmmm…there was stretching, cuuu. A lot of st

It's amazin' how that bigot Yenom didn't panic when Obsel gouged an eye out. Haaah, t'was a funny sight, really. As a jerk reaction, I saw the dumbass send some electricity through th' kid's body, but it was only 'nough to push 'im back a little. But he didn't skip a beat, that Obsel, spinning 'round and sendin' a good back kick straight in th' abdomen. The douche stumbled back and flipped a table with how winded he was. Obsel can kick like a mule, he can. And it didn't look like it'd stop there. Nah, I saw th' look in the kid's eyes. He was gon' kill that big galoot. Even if he'd be dragged to the depths of Hell with 'im, I reckon. I looke

Five beers. And onto his sixth one. In the (practically) empty bar, Obsel sat at the counter across the owner of the establishment, while I stood a few seats further. He had removed the bandages that were on his eye, and was at least tipsy at this point, though he still managed to keep some of his eloquence while chatting with The Cap'n. That was the name (or title, rather) that the bartender went by. The man was pretty short, only reaching about half of Obsel's height if he wasn't standing on his electronic stool. He had, however, a larger build and arms than most people. He also had a metal rod for a leg akin those you'd imagine pirates ha

They say time heals wounds, no matter the circumstance. But that's obviously a lie. A lie like any other spewed from the mouths of the ignorant. There are some wounds that do heal with time, don't get me wrong. Flesh wounds. Mental blows. Yet it's not always the case, not by a long shot. Some wounds are so deep that they leave scars. Either physical reminders that stick out in any reflection of ourselves, or the memories that haunt every moment of our reality, whether we are awake, or in vulnerable sleep. And then there are the wounds that simply refuse to heal. The ones that rot flesh and blood to the bone, and even eat through the bone. The

The Shadows are always watching As Darkness's Eye peers through the smallest cracks. Darkness sees what you have done. Darkness feels what you have thought. Darkness knows what you keep secret. All great Men fall Slowly replaced with a greater Shadow. There are those who accept. There are those who are swayed. There are those who fight…and break. But All become of Darkness. All know this fate. None is spared. And All shall fade Into Darkness. * * * * * * * * "Obsy Obsy!" little Cupela sang, "Look look!" I was seated in a corner of her room, lost in thought. Calculations. I had been doing my duties quite efficiently, desp

Step on up, place your bets Put it on the line, have no regrets Here, let me show you how the sparks fly And here is where we throw that special Die * * * * * * * * The freezing burn that crossed his face was enough for him to go on one knee. His breathing was heavy. He felt sudden nausea, and as he coughed, blood spilled out of his mouth. He was caught, and by only one person... "You...you treacherous snake!" "Hey Lidor!" the cocky grin still there despite the pain, "Why the long face? Shouldn't this be -" "SILENCE YOUR TONGUE, LOUSE!" His hands had burst into flame, the skin itself rupturing and showing a molten core within his pal

Rolling, rolling, that pretty 7 eye Black and White, the player's Die Playing those cards without a shame This is how I play the game * * * * * * * * There was a long, imposing hall, lined with fluorescent walls showing either historical events of dimensions existing in either past or present, or simply a mixture of different coloured light. The glow of each section, separated apart by pillars of multiple colours, was dim, barely able to actually make out the events happening in them. The floor was a clear black, seemingly transparent and covering an endless abyss. The ceiling had that same effect, only with few little specks scattered w

"OBSY!" Oh, how her cry of joy made me smile~. Her eye had widened upon seeing me enter the room. And the way she simply rushed right at me, wobbling about... AAAAAA~ too cuuuute~. "Buenas Noches, my little lovely~," I lifted her up and kissed her on the cheek, "Hope I'm not a little too tardy, hmm~?" "Et bien...vous auriez pu arriver un peu plus tôt, Mon Sieur," Madame Aurora slyly remarked. Oh, for those of you who don't speak the language of the Farts, she basically said I should have hauled my ass a little, greheheh... "Yes, yes, I know, but don't I get points for trying?" A small laugh chimed from the mademoiselle. I don't un

Come and play a little game Where the Prophet and the Fool are all the same Let the table clocks spin round and round Tick, tick, the ball is fate-bound * * * * * * * * Dodge left, smash right, and the sucker goes flying into the wall. "Piece of cake," Obsel laughed as he ran to an alleyway. Apparently, that "sucker" that was now unconscious and through a wall was one of the many Sole Guardians that came to this dimension to track him down. The foot soldiers were numerous probably (as they always were), but they were all small fry to the sly, long-eared jack of all trades. And so, his little dance of thorns and crimson lights began. As

"Zat eez eet, ma Cupille! Ta forme est si belle!" Eet was really lovely, oui. Zee leettle child's form had changed quite a bit since Obsel first found her. She looked almost...like a mortal. Though she still had trouble walking on two feet, and had reverted one eye, which could be fine, but... "But I'm not like Obsy! Cuuu..." "Oui, je comprend, but you need to understand zat- " She looked up at me, her single pink eye tearing up. La pauvre petite...she chose zees shape because eet was close to Mon Sieur Obsel's. Elle voulait même des longues oreilles et...oh, pardonnez-moi, she desired for zee long ears and white hair our boss had, b