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Retired Into Pieces

Summary:

Something deeper and scarier relies onto this hidden media of an old kids show.

Lost media that could've been saved.

But no one was charming enough.

Chapter 1: Prologue.

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[Narrator] “It’s a beautiful day in Nourshment village!”

 

[Camera pans down to a book that falls open to an older looking drawing]

 

[Narrator] “Let’s say hi to our new friends, shall we?!”

[Camera goes inside book and opens up to a cleaner drawn village, falling down to our protagonist]

 

[Narrator] “Well, hello Mr. Apple hat!”

 

[A̷k̷a̷j̷i̷ ̷M̷a̷l̷u̷s̷] “Oh well, hello to you as well! I see you’ve brought some N̶e̶w̶ people along with you..”

 

[Narrator] “Don’t be shy! Introduce yourself!”

 

[….. …..] “Well.. My name is… is… is… is-

 

CUTOUT.

 

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I can’t remember my own name, when did that come to be? 

 

 

Why was I scared to introduce myself? I had no problem in the past..

 

?:?:!!;!!:!:!!:!;!

 

-tor] “Th nk you for b ing brave, Mr. M….! Friends, can we all thank him?”

 

[A collective of voices all yell “Thank you!” Introducing the F̶r̶i̶e̶n̶d̶s̶]

 

[..] “You don’t have to flatter me.. we’re F̶r̶i̶e̶n̶d̶s̶!”

 

[Narrator] “Well, what are you up to today? Mr M….?”

 

[-.-.] “Please! Call me-  .-- .... --- ..--..”

 

TEARED

 

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I remember hugging him as he whispered into my ear, the world fading beneath us as parts of our bodies had turned into dust.

 

“We were never real, were we?” Is the last I heard of his voice, I can’t feel much of anything anymore but my chest still tightens thinking about that.

 

I miss all of them, I can barely remember their faces anymore. Even if all of it wasn’t real, I hope they could call me their friend, even just for a moment.

 

I was selfish.

I want to take it all back.

But I know I’m not gonna even remember what I did. And I think that hurts more than I can comprehend.

 

I don’t know if they exist anymore, and my tears shed for them. But my heart has turned into dust as has most of me.

 

If I could talk to them one more time, I know exactly what I would say. “All of our F̶r̶i̶e̶n̶d̶s̶ will understand.”

 

?:?;!:!:!:!:!:!:!:

 

[Narrator] “Thank you for bringing us on your adventures today, Akaji!”

 

[Akaji Malus] “Of course! I’ll see you F̶r̶i̶e̶n̶d̶s̶ tomorrow! Sleep well!”

 

[The camera slowly starts backing away, out of the book as Akaji yells up]

 

[Akaji Malus] “And remember! F̶r̶i̶e̶n̶d̶s̶ are ALWAYS family!”

 

END OF EPISODE ONE.

………………….

 

Did I really say that?

 

I don’t remember most of this, most of what happened anyway. If I just- remember I could fix all of this-.. I miss them.

 

I want to fix everything, I regret everything. I wish to take back everything I said and everything I did. Why couldn’t everything be scripted once again?