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It was originally called "When will there be friends", when it was first created, it was an old tale.
Written in 2017-2018
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Part 1
The summer air was refreshingly cool on that sun-filled August afternoon.
It was a Friday, and the family had just welcomed their newest addition.
"What's his name?"
"Timothy."
There was a brief moment of silence.
"Ah, I see.."
"...That's such a nice name", he murmured
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But something was strange about Timothy.
A pair of wings were growing out of his back.
They were small, but they were wings.
"He's just a cat, and he's not supposed to have wings... Right?"
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She softly looked at her child and sighed, "...Yeah. You are right."
No one in the family knows where Timothy's wings came from when he was born, not even the doctors.
Even the doctors were perplexed.
Despite his wings, Timothy's existence failed to soften the hearts of his parents.
In the shadows of Timothy's unique feature, there was no warmth from his parents—only a cold, indifferent silence.
Most kids mocked Timothy for his wings, and they even had something against him.
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Unfortunately, the rest of the world didn't see it that way.
Kids mocked him for his wings and even went so far as to accuse him of being a devil or a demon.
As Timothy walked down the street, the kids followed behind him, jeering and taunting him.
"Hey, devil-boy!" one of them yelled.
"Do your parents still love you?"
He kept his head down, not responding.
The kids continued to follow him, their taunts growing louder.
"He's not like us anymore!"
"He's a monster!"
"A demon!"
"He doesn't belong here!"
Timothy kept walking, not showing any emotion.
He was used to it by now, the taunts and mockery.
He just kept his head down and walked on, ignoring the kids.
Eventually, the kids got bored and stopped following him, leaving Timothy alone with his thoughts.
He was relieved but still felt the pain of the ridicule.
He wished someone had come to his defense, but no one had.
He was alone.
He kept everything inside and never argued, no matter how much they ridiculed him.
But then he remembered his friend.
He had always accepted him for who he was, wings and all.
But the one knew that, deep down, Timothy was no different.
He was still Timothy.
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Part 2
21 years old.
Timothy's father was not so nice to him anymore, he treated him like garbage, and he tormented him and still does.
Timothy panicked.
And grew a hatred toward his father.
But...
He did not know that his father was swallowed and taken over by a being called "Dark Shadow".
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He got knocked out by someone.
Everything was quiet and dark.
Then a blinding light from the surgical lamp shined in front of his face, causing him to open his eyes.
He didn't know where he was.
He was shackled and too weak to move.
There was nothing but silence and the ticks of the time.
12 o'clock.
Not so long after, two pairs of eyes showed up and looked down at Timothy.
"Who are you...?" Timothy asked shakily.
"Ah, you wonder who we are?"
"My my... Guess I should show myself."
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He slowly walked up to him with a surgical knife
It was ████ , Timothy's father.
"...Dad? What is this? Why am I on this table? Let me go!"
"Oh, stop freaking out."
"And why am I doing this to you?"
"You know.. You're not my son anymore."
"And... It has to be done."
He slowly walked up to him with a surgical knife.
Timothy kept pleading, yelling at his father to stop.
But ████ didn't listen.
He started to cut his wings off.
Timothy screamed and panicked in pain, a waterfall of blood was oozing out of him.
Each second he became weaker and weaker.
████ had completely lost his mind, and Timothy blacked out.
████ noticed and raised his eyebrows. "Oh, you passed out."
But then, someone else stepped in.
It was Timothy's mother, ███, who had been watching silently until then.
"Oh, my poor darling."
"It's your turn to work.", ████ said.
She nodded and took the needle to drug him so he could stay alive.
She whispered "It's gonna be alright" and Timothy blacked out.
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Later that night, he had another nightmare.
He was sitting in a dark room, illuminated by a dim light.
Waiting and waiting and waiting until it's 12 o'clock.
He saw shadows lurking around the hallway, so he decided to get up and creep closer to investigate.
He heard a voice calling out to him, "Come closer and witness your past, Timothy."
He walked into a room and what he saw made his soul drop.
His own family was lying on the floor, dead.
He froze in fear as he looked down at his hands.
A surgical knife and a scissor.
Covered in blood.
He dropped them.
"Mom..? Dad..?"
Confused and scared, Timothy tried his best to remember what happened, but no matter how much he tried, nothing worked.
"You want to forget, but you can't. You can't forget what you've done."
Suddenly, he felt a hand on Timothy's shoulder and he turned around to see a figure, shrouded in a cloak of shadows.
They pointed at Timothy.
"You can't escape the truth, Timothy. You can't escape your past."
Timothy stepped back, trying to get away from the figure, but it kept coming.
"What you did, was not just a mistake. It was your destiny."
He wanted to run away, but he was rooted to the spot.
He closed his eyes and the figure faded away.
Timothy woke up in a cold sweat, realizing it was only a dream.
He looked around the hospital room, feeling relieved that none of it was real.
Even though no one would ever know the truth, he was determined to make amends for his past.
He was determined to never forget what he had done.
He had to find out the truth and accept it.
He had to confront his own mistakes and learn from them.
He had to make amends and rebuild.
He had to reset.
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He slowly opened his eyes and sighed in frustration, "Oh... not this damn nightmare again.."
He was in a coma for 3 weeks.
He had been in a coma for three weeks, and two people had come to visit him: Peter and Mia.
As soon as they noticed his awakening, Mia rushed over to him and embraced him tightly.
"Timothy! I'm so glad you're awake and okay! We've been worried about you for the past three weeks."
Timothy was confused.
"Three weeks..?"
"I don't understand... Why am I at the hospital?"
Mia paused and looked at him with a pained expression.
She said, "Didn't the nurse tell you that?"
He shook his head.
Mia looked away, and Peter spoke in a low voice,
"You fell and hurt your back very badly... That the wings of yours were removed..."
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Timothy's eyes widened in shock.
He couldn't believe what he was hearing.
Timothy turned around in shock and put his hand on his back, trying to feel his wings, but there was nothing.
"What the hell happened? I don't even remember it.."
He thought to himself.
"This doesn't make any sense.."
"I wasn't outside... Somebody must've thrown me off.. Right..?"
Peter and Mia exchanged a knowing glance.
Peter sighed, "We're sorry...But it is the truth. You know... you've had so many nightmares that weren't real."
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Part 3
Everyday,
Timothy opened his eyes and woke up at night from another nightmare.
How long will this go on?
How many times has this happened?
He panicked, "Ugh... It was just a bloody unrealistic nightmare."
He looked around the room, but he was all alone.
"I guess I'll go back to sleep..."
Every day, Timothy would wake up in the middle of the night with a start, haunted by nightmares he couldn't forget.
It had become a regular occurrence for Timothy and he was starting to feel exhausted from the lack of sleep.
He tried to shake off the fear that had been lingering from his nightmares, but it seemed like something was lurking in the darkness.
He heard an eerie crack in the shadows and when he looked around, he saw a mysterious figure in black standing beside him.
He lowered his voice, "Timothy.."
Timothy only stared at them, he cautiously waited for the figure to continue.
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The figure spoke in a low voice, "Don't trust everyone or anything you are seeing..."
"You realize that dreams can happen in real time."
As if on cue, Timothy was in shock as he felt a sudden burst of pain in his nose.
He covered it with his hand and noticed it was bleeding.
"What the..."
He was in shock and wanted to know for sure if he was in another nightmare or not.
When he looked back up, the shadow was gone, only to reappear behind him.
The dark figure grabbed Timothy's head and looked down at him, trying to manipulate his eyes and take control of him.
Timothy tried to scream and get rid of the figure's grasp, but he only felt weaker, and eventually, he was knocked out cold.
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When Timothy awoke, he was trembling with fear.
He slowly looked around his room and noticed that everything was still the same.
He had no idea what had just happened, but he knew he had to find out.
He searched his room for any clues or evidence of what had transpired, but all he found was a note.
Timothy opened the note and read:
"Timothy, don't be fooled by what you may see in your dreams. Remember, reality can be more terrifying than anything you can imagine."
Timothy was now more determined than ever to uncover the truth.
He was determined to find out who or what was behind the mysterious figure in black and why it kept appearing in his nightmares.
He was determined to make sure that he would never have to experience the same fear ever again.
Only time will tell what Timothy will discover.
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Part 4
A few years later, Timothy became a detective, but deep down he harbored a dark, twisted side, created by Percep.
He had been murdering people with an axe without even being aware of it.
The screams and suffering of his victims only fueled his pleasure for more.
One night, the police arrived at the scene.
"Freeze! Drop the axe and hands up!"
Timothy stood there in shock and slowly turned to the policemen.
He dropped the axe and raised his hands.
It was then that he realized the horror of what he had done.
He allowed himself to be arrested and sent to prison, but he also had a plan.
He was going to use the power of Dark Shadow to make things right.
They had been watching Timothy for weeks and had finally tracked him down.
The police officers arrested Timothy and took him away.
He was sentenced to life in prison, but he still had hope.
He knew that with the power of Dark Shadow, he could one day make amends for all the suffering.
He had caused.
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Part 5
"They lied to you."
Timothy looked up.
"What you've seen is the truth."
A voice came out of the shadows.
Timothy felt a sudden surge of relief.
"Let's finish this."
"It's time for revenge."
"Oh... Don't be scared."
"You can do it"
"Just remember, you can't try"
"YOU CAN'T BEAT ME"
Timothy knew that he had to do this for himself.
He had to fight for the truth.
"WE LIVED IN PAIN AND AGONY"
He knew that he had to take his revenge against those who had betrayed him, for himself and for all those who had been wronged.
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Timothy found himself in a pitch-black room, not knowing how he got there.
Suddenly, he heard a voice from the shadows.
Percep came up in front of Timothy.
"Hello, Timothy.", the figure spoke, its voice like a whisper in the dark.
Timothy couldn't see the speaker, but he could hear the voice loud and clear.
It was Percep.
"I know you might have some questions but, you need to know that we don't have time." Percep spoke.
Timothy was stunned.
He didn't know what to make of the situation.
Timothy stayed silent before he sighed.
"Ok, fine... but who are you? where am I? What do you mean by that?"
"Who I am or where we aren't important."
"What I mean is.. That everything here is the REALITY.." Percep said.
"Your whole life is a lie, but you can't know why."
Timothy was stunned, unable to comprehend what he was hearing.
"If you say that I can't know it, why don't you tell me then?" he asked.
"Because you need to REMEMBER it.", the figure replied.
"What do you mean with "it"?"
"Everything.. Your memories, are all fake."
"All of them."
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Timothy was speechless.
He had no idea what to do.
"What..", he managed to mumble.
Timothy was horrified. "No... This.. It can't be.."
He slowly shook his head in disbelief.
"But I can make you FREE.", Percep offered.
"How?", Timothy asked.
Percep gave him an ultimatum, "Kill them all."
"They're just some fake replicas of people you love.. Get rid of them. You don't want to live with fake people, don't you? If you do it, You'll be free from all of this and maybe.. you'll be able to have a normal life again."
Timothy was hesitant, but the figure's warning was clear.
"You know what will happen if you don't obey.", Percep said.
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Timothy took a deep breath and thought for a few moments before he finally said, "Yes, I want to know the truth."
Timothy reluctantly agreed, not knowing that he was being tricked.
He had no idea what was in store for him.
-The End-
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Written in 2017-2018
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