'Every skeleton, every monster has a beginning. Happy, sad, anything. They could be loved or hated. Respected or be looked down at .'

The small skeleton ran with fear in his glistening eyes as his scarf flew in the wind behind him. He didn't dare to look back, he didn't want to.

The sounds of footsteps followed him, he didn't want the chaser to catch up to him. Even though he knew this was a dream it felt too real to him and familiar...
But why???

He didn't know but kept running, daring himself to look back at who was behind him. Quickly he glanced behind himself to see...
Nothing.

The sounds of running footsteps continued, getting louder and louder, closer and closer. The small skeleton couldn't see anything yet instinctively ran. Whoever was chasing him wanted to get him badly.

He wanted it to stop, just at that moment a ray of light hit his eyes and he turned to see the source of the light.
There was the doorway of light, the entrance of reality.
He ran and ran and ran, getting closer and closer to it.

Suddenly something grabbed his ankle and he stared to see a black, purple tentacle wrapping itself around his ankle.
It started to pull, pulling him away from the door and towards a figure that stood alone in the distance.

He clawed desperately at the floor, trying to grab hold of anything that he could hold onto but the ground was flat and the tentacle continued to pull him back. Looking around for an objects he spotted a few rocks beside him and he tried to reach out.

His fingers didn't make it, he was too far away so he quickly struggled and smashed his ankle against the ground making the tentacle jolt. He took this as his chance and immediately grabbed a big rock, roughly hitting it against the tentacle that immediately pulled back.

Terrified he stood up and ran faster to the doorway which he entered in relief. Yet, he did glance back to see a figure standing there in black. They seemed to look like they were melting?
And it spoke.

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