not hidden anymore :dancing: (if you want me to rid of him , please lmk ! more than willing ^u^) my bad 3 - Write an emo backstory about the character hidden in the project explaining why his collar is red. [[ TW : violence , death . mild gore , hvll + svtan talk ]] Small, tedious pawsteps. Hollow breathing. Why couldn't he see? Where was he going? Clouded, dark eyes. Messy, dark pelt. Cold, dark heart. When the world lets go, it drops you hard. And it doesn't much care to pick you back up. IN THE WORLDLY LIFE . . . Keith raised his paw, striking down onto the stuffed animal. His dark eyes glowered at the small, inanimate object. "Why can't I just-" he grunted, pouncing at the lifeless object once more. He bit down, his fangs piercing through the cloth and stuffing. Every ounce of his fur was fluffed to an extreme extent, his haunches raised. He was clearly upset, as he always was. Keith's mouth jerked backwards, swiftly pulling off a limb of the poor plushie that was held within his home. The small tom looked down at the damage he had done. He gulped, dropping the piece in his mouth. He sprinted out of the house, worried. What would happen to him, after he broke yet /another toy/? YEARS LATER . . . Keith's claws sank into the other feline's fur. His eyes were full of spite and hatred, as he bore his teeth at his enemy. "I said /no/!" He screeched, batting his paw across the other cat's face. Scars, blood, and marks flew around, causing a mess in the woodsy area. "This is my place! My home! And you just come intrude!" He yelled, tears streaming down his hot face. He bit down, the other feline yelping. "I'm sorry!" It screamed, "I didn't mean to! I didn't mean to!" Keith couldn't hear anymore. His rage blinded him, his blurry vision causing him to keep attacking. He felt no remorse in the moment, he didn't think of the guilt he would feel... /SNAP!/ Keith paused. He blinked, clearing his vision. He inhaled sharply, tears stinging his eyes. What had he just... done? He looked at the bloody scene, paralyzed to the spot. His eyes trailed downwards, towards his paws. They were covered in the deep red substance. He stumbled over to the river that they fought near, looking at his face. He was... a monster... Keith bit his lip, looking behind him. He knew what he had to do. He dragged the limp feline to the river. /Sploosh/! Away they went... NARRATIVE . . . This happened many more times throughout Keith's life and he had grown to a sort of liking for this activity now. Was it a good thing? Absolutely not. But he continued, his rage leading him throughout his life. He never saw clearly, never again, not after that incident. There was one thing Keith heard, that he knew would be true. "See you in hvll." PRESENT TIME . . . Keith gazed up, looking at the monsters... Angels... Demons? He didn't know.. That stood in front of him. "Greetings, Keith," a deep voice rumbled, its dark red eye gazing at him. He felt nervous under this gaze, but he kept his composure. "Hello, mysterious being," he dipped his head. "No need for formal greetings, Keith," the creature chuckled, leaping down to Keith's level. He looked at the creature, nodding his head in agreement. The creature seemed to take this as an OK to keep talking, as he sat down, explaining. "You may know, you have made your way to hvll," the creature grinned, "for your naughty behavior. Santa didn't like you, huh? Well, Svtan will." he chuckled once more. Keith waited patiently for him to finish talking, but decided to chuckle as well, wanting to fit in with the creatures that stood before him. They seemed... Cool. Like him. "You need a collar," the creature explained once more, "Since you're a feline. Let's see.. What colors do we have?" He asked, looking behind him. A creature handed him a pallet, and he gazed at it. "Ah yes, this one. Red. Rage. Death. Blood. And lastly, love. Lust." He looked up at Keith, and Keith gave a slightly proud grin. He stepped forward. "Red, yeah? That sounds just like me ! Rage." He gave a little growl, like a dog, and giggled. A playfullness emerged from him due to these creatures, whatever they were. The creature chucked. "Sure does, buddy. Now, life's not going to be easy here. But, you'll get this cool collar!" He snapped the collar around Keith's neck. Keith looked down, grinning. "Wow! Thanks." Soon, Keith was off. Back into the darkness. Back into the rage. Back into the world that didn't accept him. His life was never easy, and never would be. At least, well, at least nothing. A monster. Something that could never be forgiven. [[ END ]]
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