Twisted Nostalgia
Leo Driver
19 years. I have had this toy for 19 years. A simple plush dog that was once $5 that can now be sold for $50 on the internet.
A toy that I have loved to death and more. Yet…do I really want to let it go? My friends say I should, but…I can’t bring myself to do it. I really can’t.
But, fate had other plans…
I was taking a walk near a lake to clear my head when my friends found me. How did they know I’d be here?
I don’t know.
Either way, they were here to finally “help” me move on.
I couldn’t…I just couldn’t…
What was an originally an argument about an old toy turned into murder.
They drowned me—buried my toy with me.
Something changed in me. Before I knew it. I dragged myself out of the grave with claws instead of hands.
I didn’t know what to think then. I still don’t know now. Why did they do that to me? Was I ever really their friend, or just entertainment?
In my delirium, I began to see red. They will pay. They will pay. THEY WILL PAY!
The first paid with his blood.
The second with her eyes.
The third with their bones.
The last with its heart.
Each sacrifice was buried with my old self…
BUT IT ISN’T ENOUGH! It will NEVER be enough.
My vessel, the very toy I once held dear had become a husk of hatred and yearning.
But why? Why did I yearn—what was I yearning for?
A friend?
No.
I yearned for more bloodshed…a new name. I am no longer human, so I’ll be forever known as [Bracket.]
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