'Tis was a wonderful day! There were sunny skies and bubbly clouds! The lake was tranquil, like a shimmering, peaceful sheet of glass. The birds were chirping, the deers were running and squirrels were jumping. The grass was green, a cheery emerald that reflected the bright mood of the wonderful day.
Yet, on a rock before this glass-like lake sat My Other. My Other was depressed, you see, and his dark aura was an obvious taint in this otherwise joyous day. It was like a dank shadow, one that hung over this broken figure of My Other like a clinging veil.
It continued on, for quite a while. The sun, however, still burned brightly and with much cheer. It was then, when A Nother came upon this strange scene. He saw My Other, still hunched over the water, with his black cloak still wrapped possessively around his shoulders.
"Hello!" greeted A Nother.
My Other grunted in response, shifting his onyx eyes to one side, watching A Nother with wary eyes.
"What is this, hmm?" cried A Nother, throwing his hands up into the air before thumping My Other soundly on the back. "What is this dark aura you have, dear friend? Why the gloom and doom on this wonderful day?"
My Other glared at him, finally shifting to face A Nother with a irritated scowl. "I am frowning, for my day is most depressing, and I would like you to be going. Far away, most preferably, to a place where you cannot disturb me and my brooding."
A Nother going chuckled, flashing his brilliant white teeth, and only patted My Other lightly on the back. "Now now, my friend, pray tell, for I am listening, this depressing day of yours which has brought you down so."
My Other only shrugged off A Nother's grip, standing and drawing himself to his full height. "None of your business, I would say! Be gone, I repeat, before I do to you what I did to a fucking fucker."
A Nother gasped; his hands clasped over his mouth like a little girl who uncovered a secret. "A fucking fucker, you say? Who could this charming person be, this figure of such wonderful alliteration?"
Then he screamed, as a dark shadow passed over him. It was a fleeting darkness, with a freezing coldness and a thousand cutting knives within its billowing folds. A Nother shrieked, spitting blood and heaving air. His lips were blue, shuddering as Death touched him, in the most painful of ways.
The sun dimmed, slowing winking away. The skies rumbled, trembling under the steady beat of drums, roaring to a howling gale. The taste of copper blood was in the air, sweet and tangy, bitter and deathly. The earth was sundered, its grass and trees and pretty flowers wilting, shedding to a tattered, rotting mess. The water froze, remaining ever still in the face of time while a large, evil hating consume the land. All cheer disappeared in its gaping maw, leaving a dull mottle of red and grey. Blood flowed, twisting like twirling dancers across a desolate plain of decay.
All that was left was My Other, his onyx eyes glittering. A ruby streak stained his cheek, a startling sanguine stream upon his ivory skin.
"Leave me be, to my scowling and frowing, for today is most upsettling, and I wish to be ruminating."
Now listening to: "Won't be home for Christmas." Blink 182
