Chapter 2 Taz stares at his hand. His froyo sitting on the counter in front of him, slowly melting. It was still bleeding… What kind of weapon was that…? Why isn’t my hand healing? Taz saw there was a small pool of blood under his hand, snapping him out of his daze. He quickly grabbed some napkins and wiped the blood from the counter. After that he turned around and made sure no one was looking before creating a bandage. He normally would use his brush to make stuff, but this was a little more serious. Plus it would take too long, someone would see. He quickly wrapped up his hand and turned back around, trying to ignore it as he ate his froyo. Taz sat alone in the void again. Staring at his hand. The bandage was soaked through with blood… it still hadn’t stopped bleeding… He created another bandage and swapped it with the old one. Blood dripping onto the ground while he had it uncovered. He looked at the blood… what had been the last time he had seen his own blood?
Chapter 3 A creator had become a murderer… He couldn’t remember who, but he was a threat to the universe that Taz had created and cared for since… forever… everything had been so peaceful.. But that all changed so suddenly… He felt a sharp pain in his head- Taz snapped back to reality, breathing heavily. He quickly summoned a mirror and looked at his reflection. There was a crack starting to form on his face. Crap! He had let himself fall back into the past, and the memory caused him to fracture… Then he saw his halo… now just a reminder of his past and a sign of his corruption. Taz picked up his hat and put it on, looking at himself for a few more moments before making the mirror disappear. He let out a sigh. I should probably find something to do before I can drive myself insane. He leaned back on his hands and felt the cut sting… “what-?” He raised his hand and stared at it. How did it hurt? It has been a while since I have felt pain… Why is it getting worse? He took off the bandage and froze… a few cracks were starting to form around the wound… like some kind of corruption… At this point it can’t just be the knife, sure the cut is what started it… but something else is happening… no.. I.. I’m sure it's nothing… He wrapped his hand with a fresh bandage and decided to give stirth a visit.
