Important Note - This Prologue contains how he not only lived on Earth and died, but how he was reborn in the FNF World. This Prologue is a two parter

[Warning]

[The prologue will be very specific on what happened to this Y/N. The other FNF Story with Y/N is different from this one. I advise you to be prepared for the following.]

[Pain, betrayal, heartbroken, drowning, burning, abuse, loneliness, blood and neglecting will be mentioned in the prologue.]

[If you can't handle the following then wait until Tutorial is out or go read the other FNF Story that's out. It is okay if you don't want to read this part of the story. If you want to than please read at your own risk. Again if you don't want to read this prologue than you don't have to. Thanks and please make your choice before you regret something you will not be able to undo.]

[Proceed with caution]

Marko's POV

Pain...

That's all I can feel.

Why?

Why do you all hurt me?

I never got in your way or even did anything to you. So why?

WHY DID YOU ALL DO THIS TO ME?!?

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*Crying*

I'll explain what happened to me and why I'm like this.

Let me start from the beginning.

The very beginning.

It all started when I was born. I was a baby my parents loved me. They took care of me and even when I was growing up they loved me until... they started neglecting me. I don't understand why they neglected me. The day I turned 4 they started neglecting me and eventually I learned why. They had my older brother and sister meet up with them. I was left alone in the house that day. It was really lonely since I had no one around or even with me. I decided to try and do this instead. Play a game on the computer and I did it's called FNF or a rhythm game at the least. I played a couple of the songs and it was surprisingly easy. I watched a few videos about the FNF mods that were out there and tried a few myself, they were hard but I got the rhythm quickly. When my parents came home with my older siblings they were more surprised that the house was clean and spotless. Dishes were done, floors were swept and everything was sorted. As time went on I started getting older and older but I was still neglected. They... they don't even care about me anymore. A few years later I was about 7 the abuse started to happen and I felt pain each day. Even if I did nothing wrong I was still getting hurt for it. Day after day I was getting hurt by my own family and eventually they stopped temporarily this gave me a chance to recover from the injuries and at least gather a bit of supplies since I could never leave the attic or basement. I also noticed my family would leave all the old stuff up here so I salvaged what was still usable and made it better. This is the reason why I have a Laptop. The other stuff such as a phone or any entertainment was from them. I was told to have a communication device incase I go anywhere or if they track me... for some reason. I was able to sneak a fridge up into the attic when the family was sleeping of course this is a small fridge and it was really dirty so they didn't care if I would use it or not. What they don't know is that I only put water bottles in the fridge so if they come up here to check on what's inside then they won't even get upset at me. It's only water that's in there. As for food or snacks I have that hidden somewhere else in the attic. A few years later once I was about 14 I was practically aced all classes in school. I didn't say anything about what happened at home since it would only add more pain. I couldn't make any friends because my siblings and family wouldn't let me. The abuse kept happening and eventually it was to annoying to even put up with. But I managed to keep myself from trying to fight back. It will only hurt more if I do. Years later I was finally in High Schooler at this point and have my own money that I worked for. My siblings would try and take it from me but I would ignore them since they didn't care about me anymore. I got a date with this girl and it was okay for the most part. She and I were similar to an extent but something is telling me to stay away from her. We've been together for a couple of weeks and I did have a phone during these days. She hasn't been texting me for some reason. I could hear something coming from my brothers room. The noise was really loud and I couldn't even sleep. I checked out what it could be and I found out that she used me. The worse part is that she cheated on me. WITH MY BROTHER! THAT FREAKING BASTARD CHEATED ON ME WITH MY FUCKING BROTHER! I was hurt from that. I gave her my heart and she broke it. I stayed in the attic for the rest of the night and didn't come out the next day. I couldn't do anything about my broken heart and it's not fixable in this condition. My feeling meant nothing to her. She doesn't deserve to be forgiven and I will never comeback to her. The abuse still kept happening and this time my siblings joined in. The pain was more and more difficult to handle these days. They would also use knifes and anything that would hurt me. I did my best to handle the pain and they would always say I'm a mistake. I'm use to all of the negative comments and bad mouthing. To be honest it doesn't phase me not anymore. The abuse still kept going and eventually they messed up one of my organs and I was unable to handle it. I went unconscious and was out for a while. I was about 18 when it happened. I was officially able to drive at this point but the problem is that I can't do anything without a vehicle. I was fed up with all of the pain and couldn't take anymore. I'm done with this damn abuse and neglecting it's over. I woke up and it's very dark outside so I decided to do one thing. Runaway from this place and never look back. I dragged myself away to the bathroom to patch some of my injuries up and get a little painkiller to at least stop the pain from getting any worse. After that I got my stuff no electronics though because they could track me. I grabbed only food, drinks and money to survive and once that was done I sneaked out of the house and ran as fast as I could. I didn't care about how my injuries were as long as I could escape then I would be happy. I found a abandoned house I stayed in it I didn't want to leave because they could have followed me here. I quickly searched for another way out just incase but due to my exhaustion I needed sleep so I searched for a room that was intact and slept in there. I was beyond tired but I felt hot and not like that kind of hot I mean a burning sensation. I awoke due to the heat thing I had to much stuff on me but the house was on fire and I got scared by that. Unfortunately I didn't have much time to try and get out of the house because I started coughing up blood due to a organ failing on me. It might have been my liver or something else. I tried to pull myself out of the house but unfortunately that didn't happen. The fire was now consuming the building and I was being burned alive.

The flames were burning my flesh and I didn't bother to struggling since I was going to die anyway. I tried to move at the very least since that's all I'm gonna be able to do at this rate.

The last thing I saw was my family smirking and possibly laughing at my death. Then I was dead.

Narrator: [But... Fate had other plans for the boy.]

At least that's what I thought had happened.

Narrator: [The boy finds himself in a hospital with no clue of what's going on and eventually remembers what happened to him.]

I woken up to find myself in a hospital. My body was in bandages, I can move but it's a little slow. I snuck out of the hospital and made my way out of the city with some of the stuff that survived and luckily those monsters didn't follow me. I was able to get away from them since I can't handle being around my so called family. I felt the pain return again and I ended up collapsing at some sort of docks. I could hear some laughters coming from the trees guess they followed me after all. They put something on my leg I felt more pain because my body still has a lot of burn marks. I could hear a chain being attached to multiple things.

F/N: 'Stomps his foot on Marko's back' We can finally get rid of you.

M/N: 'Kicks Marko in the face' Good riddance you brat.

B/N: 'Cuts Marko multiple times with a knife' So long waste of space.

S/N: Bitch. 'Kicks Marko in the gut'

Those were the last words I heard before they threw something into the water. There were multiple splashes and I felt myself being pulled into the water. It was freezing cold and I tried to break whatever they put on my leg. I tried to look but the water was messing with my eyes. My air is starting to run out and I can feel the pain getting worse by the second.

Eventually I ran out of air and I started to choke on the endless amount of water. I tried to scream for help, but it was useless and I... drowned. My body stopped working, it was no longer responding to me. I... died. Not by just anyone. But to the hands of my own family and Ex-Girlfriend. Truly a fate that breaks you completely and leaves you empty in the end. I have nothing because of them.

I̷̧̧̢̧̲̟̣̳̹̥̰̰͔̟̘̣͔̥̤͓̼̝̩̣̪̟̖̼̟̱̤̲̪̜͚̫̮̺̠̻̗̝̝̩̦͑̈́̔̇̔̋̿͜'̶̨̢̛̻̪͉̣̖̟̮̜͔̗̮̩̙̭͇̬̿̌̇̃̇̅͗́͒̂͛͂̈́̓̾͂́̋͆̄͆̇̆̿̆̓̽̅̔́̔̚̕̚̕͜͠͠͠͝m̷̛̱͈̭̤̳̻̫͔̲͑̀̌͑͗̀̿̀͑̂̽͗̊̀̌́̓͒̌̃͊̾̔̾̈́͊͆͂̃̌̄̔̕͘͘͠͠͝ ̵̡̧̡̨̡̢̡̬̪͉͓̟̠̠͉̱̦̗͔̳̠̮̞͙̹͉̤̩̤̙͍̣̤̘̗͕͚̩͉̼͒̈̈́̆̆͂̈̿͗́̏̈́̀̈́́͜͜͜͝͝͝ȃ̷̧̡̢̼̝̗͕̲̤̖͖̱̱̘̩͍̭͈̫̠̹͇͓̞͙̰̲̲̤͍͚̪͕͉̻̳̥̻͗̀͂̐̇̂͗͐̃͛̿̈́̍̀̉̊̈́̏̂̃̚̚̕͝͝͠͝͠ ̷̢̛̲͔̫̬͙̪̺͇͚͈́̅̑͗̔̓̇̋͐͛̍͂̾̍͌̈́͊͝ļ̷̧̨̡̹̮̗̻̬̣͈̼̪͕̜̘̝̤͓͎̻̝̎͐̓̆̃́͊̾͆̀̑͌͜͜͜͜ͅo̴̭̩͌̊̈́̔̈́́̒̌̓͆̕͘s̵̙̜̦͉̮̣͓̝̱̮̣̙̯̣̠̮͓̳͍̪̳̈́͒̀̑̿͒̿͑̄̍̓͐̊̓̚̚̚͝͝ͅt̷̢̨̨͎̤͎̟͙̦͇̫͖͇̣̼͇̺̤̫̲͙̠̣̭̰̦̺̫̺̺͕͈̝̼̫̑̆̊͆̐͑͂̂́͂̈̂̒̀͒́̋̌̑̈̿̾̚̚͠͝͝ͅ ̴̨̡̢̛̞͙̺̺̩̰͔̯̩͓̻̻̗̠͔̞̩̯͔̝̯̹͚̫̲̪̬̬̬̻͊̒́̀̅̅̎͗͒̊̀̓͊̃͆̂̊̃̀̀̈́͗͊̑̄̒̂́͐̄̀̐̅͒̑̓̈́͘̕̕̚͘̕͜͠͠ͅͅc̸̢̧̹͖̺͚̱͔̣͇̱̘̤͕͖͙̱͙̖̔̋̊͐͜ͅą̶̡̛̦͕̫̮̳̟̘̙̖͉͍̼̻̤͕̟̗͚̮̘̙͇̦̞̪̞̽̊̇̓̓́̽̄̓͂̽̑́̇̽̅͑̾̓͛̈́̊͆̒̕̚͘͜͝͝͝͝͝ͅͅͅu̴̮̙̥̭͔͖̘̲͍̩̅̒͋̊͂̋̃͒́̓̈́̋̂s̷̛̝̣̮̱̪̯̫̣̥̪̖̹̯̘̦̯̠̻̻̬̬͕̮͚͑͛̈́̐̊̐͌̿̃̏͛̍͐͗́͒́̀̎̓̂̒̃̾̆̀̈́͛̈́̄͊͂̀͒̕̕͘͝͝͝͝͝e̸̢̡̡̡̢̧̨̨̝̹͕̻̠̺̼̼̙̹̮̣͖̙̟̼̖͎͍̠̬͉̣̘͇̬͉͙̲͓̣̞̘̙̳͓̰̮̘̲̼̿̉̍̒̏̅̆̌́̏̋̂̋̊̏̕͝.̶̧̧̛͔̭̲̞̗̫̝̖̦̲͚͔͎̜̻̹̹̻̣̦̼̹̮̤͙̇̌̿̎̔̈́̓̍͠͝͝ͅ ̸̛͔͕̣̹̙͖̟̞̝̍̾̍̓̆̐̂̈̈́̂̿̎̅͑͗̀͂͌̓̀̀̍́̈́̀͛̽̌̕̚͠A̴̢̛̺̟̲̹̱̺̖͖̼͔̠̜̼͚̞͈̠̩̖̐̽̊̈͗̽̔̒̽̄̾̐͐͂̎́͑͗̽̿̓̃̂̾̚͜͠͝͠ ̶̨̧̨̛̣̲̠̗̣̣̫͎̱͙̤̟̯͎̬͓̲͖̻̱͖̩̯̙̤̟̘̭̬͙̩̩͎̪̫͇͉̤̟̪̠͈̺̰̙͔̉̅̐͂̐̔̇̐͂̇̂͗̈̍͆͆̽̒̄̆̈́̆̽͆̔̃͆̒̔̑́̏͌̈́̚̕͠͠͠ͅf̸̧̡̢̧̧̨̛̭̫͚͚̭̙͇̘̗̯͓̐̊̐̽̆̓̌̒̐͋̄̈́̾̀̓̓̓̽̇̀̾̋̚͘͠ͅa̸̮̻̤̮̯̠͔̱͙͎̜̰̞̭̙̺͇̐̽͂́͗͑̿̋͒̆͒̎͊̎̌͐̔̀̌͑́̉̓̇͂̋̎̔̃̊̇̈́̓̈́̏̈́̈́͒͑̔̒͋͒̋͠͠͝͠ͅͅị̶̡̰̪̯̼̠͙̜͎̗̝͚̠̺͍͕̬̜̹̘͔̳̘̤̠̝̙̠͕̫̘̞̤̱̬̲̹̬̃͐͛̈́̏͒̈́͒́͂̍̔́̐̐́̐̿̓͑̽̇̒̓̄͋͌̏̃̈́̓͌͜͝͠͠͝ͅļ̵̺͇̘̟͚͖̦̟̻̮̙̂̎́́̚͝ũ̸̧̢̨̻̝͉̺̭͉͕͔̟̹͇̻̦̮̖̰̘̹͍͔̘̮̖̤̬̙̣̮̖̲͇̲͓͙̖̜̺͈͎͔̹͜͜͜͜͝ͅͅr̴̡̪͖̯̫̱͉̘̙͈̭̺̱̥̭̪̣̜̭̯̳̰̩͕̼̘̮̭̣̯̥͕̹̝̝͓̹̦̼̟̱͓̦͈͓̾̊̆̓̍̊̓͘͜ͅͅͅę̶̧̨̢̳̲̰̩̹̩̹͎̻͍̱͙̲̹̻̘̻̥̰͔͇̝̝̮̗̩͔͖̭̺̱̫͙̬̰̖̐̉͂͆̅̽̀͊̒̔́̍͆͂̐̑͑̊̾̿͒͑̕͠͝.̸̨̧̨̡̢̡̛̖͈̣̘̥͉̯̹̳̞͉̤͔̠͎͎̫̟̯̞͙̭̼̩͍͇̰̘̥̥̩̟̙͈̪̏͑̿̌̈́̈́̓͘͠ͅͅͅ ̴̨̹̥̟̩͎̻̈̏͌̿̓̅̓͊̑̒͋̀̋̏̃̇̑͒̇͐̇̓͋̈́̄͆̊̕͘͠Â̶͓͓̮̤̘̳̅̓̋̀́̇̍̂̍͜ ̵̡̡̨̲͚̬̱͈͉͈̠̦̠̖͓̫̺̪̟͓̣̞̭̣̖̙͚̦͇̞̓͐̌́̿̈́́̾͒̉͛͆̓̚͜ẁ̵̢̡̨̱̘̘̘̰̫͈͓̦̲̻͙̯̬̮̳̼̘͕̜̰̦̦̱͍͎̝̖̦̞͍́͋̑̃̇͗̏̀̊̂̓̈̔̋̈̀̎̾̎̓̈̒͗̓̌̀̕̕͜͝å̴̫̟̤̟̱̠̥̭̠̳̳͖̯̱̩͚͆̔͐̎̓̊̎̍̂̋́́̓́̔͋̊̿̿̅̄̓͆͌͗̉͗̓̈́̈́͗̀̐͋̓̒̋͊͆̑̄̐͘̚͠s̵̢̢͉̹̤̤̗̱̞͚͔̦̐͆̂͗̈́͌͛̐̉̈́̾̂̇̂͑̐́͠ţ̷̢̢̛̬͉̖̜̳͉̯̙̭͉̟̖̬̯̮̬̘͍̫̯͓͓̣̩͇͓̪̗̹̳̗̼̣̣̳͉̫̟͙̖̍̐͌̽̋̌̄͆͗̄͑͐̅̍͑̍̀̉̉͗̅̃͌̑̓̚͘͠͝͝͝͝͠͠ͅȩ̵̢̡̗͉̹̜̘̲̱͙̠̻͍̬̠̬̯̹̥̹͚̰̮̥͙͓̺̦͕̩̘̝̹͚͈̭̼̖̪̯̞̙̮̈́̄͛̅̿͆̏͑̀̅̈̓̾́̉̽͛͠ͅͅ ̶̛̺̠̳̩͇̳͗̔́̉̀͑͋̀̏̅́̃̈́́͌͒̂̾́͂͒́̇͋̀͂̀̀́̋̄̀͒̀̾̏̍̀̈͊̈́͂̄̑̚̕͝͝ơ̷̛̳̲̝̝̻͙͖̩̘͋̂̃̀̍̌̈̍̾̍̉̓̒̓̓̂̉̔̑́̂͂͐̂̈̌͌̎̀́́̐͐̀̔͂̃̽̉͛̀͘̚͝͝͝f̴̧̧̧̨̺̩̮̜̬̹̼͙̭̹̗͓̰͖̱͙͈̪͈̤̜͉̠̞̩̠̪̜̖̣̥̞̺̥̦̦̦̹̹͙̩͙̅̎̀̒̌̔͌͊́̈̌͆̐͌̈́̽̔̀̓̎̽̾͌̈́̀̄͒̎́͘͜͜͠͝ͅ ̵̮̗̦̮͉͉̘̱̬̺̗͔͇̥̼̀͛̈́͑̇͐̿̒͌̎̀̊́̾̓̽̇͊͛͑́͂́̽̓̓̈́̓͑́̈́̒͛͌̋͗́̅̊͛͂̕͘͘͝͝͠͠͠͝s̶̢̨̧̢̱̟̟̠̬͎̫̫̤̺̱̼̱̽͒͑̀̋̈̽͊̌̃͒̓͛̌͑͌͌͝p̸̧̧̘̗̥̬͕̓͌̈́͊̀̇̀̾͆̀͗̔͗̀͋̑͝͝͝a̵̡̮̿̽̏͋̾̃̀̇̉̊͗̏̒͂́́͋̓͋̉̇̈́̀̀͌́̓̎̕͠͝c̶̨̛̫̭̤͓͙̹͈̻̰̭͉̹̻̜͔̠͓͙̯͓͖̔̒̂̀͒̅̆̿͆̿̑̃̎͑͐̋̑̿̍̆̃̿́̉̑̉͒̔̀̈́͊̏̄͑̍̓͝͝͝ę̴̡̡̡͍̤̥͎̱͉̜̟̰̭͓̰͈͍̦͙̠̠̺̝̠̟̬̠͇̟̜̼̫̣͕̺̙̰͇̐̉͆̋́̂̔̎̀̀͋̅͜͝͠͠͝.̵̛̛͙̹̺̖̳̫̼̖̺̠̔̉̓̽̋̑́̍̉̿̄͘̕ͅ ̴̡̢̛̱̦͙̣̫͓̘͇̹͎̲̱̬̤̥̰͍͕̼̖͕̘̜͍̯̘̼̝̝͔̘͇̉̂̈́͛͊̓͂̇̚͘͜͜Į̵̛̛̣̯̰̮̝͇͇̺̰̰̫̜̬̬̳̫̥͒̈́̄̓͊̈́͗̾̎̿̃̆̌̓̆̔̒͛̽̆͐̇̿̂͐̃̍̕̚͘̚͘̚͜͜͝ͅ'̶̢̡̧̘̣̯̬̲̰̹͇̭̻̖͓͉͔̫̝̼͕͓͕͖̘̹͉̪͙̹͚̦̩̦̥͓̤̻͇̖̜͋̂̈̇̀͌̏̽͑̊̌̍͐͆̑͂͗̾̈́̊̍̿̓̌͌͂̂͒̀̚͘̕̕̕͜͜͜͝m̴̢̡̢̡̧̛̥̜͖̰̘̭̞͕͇͖͓̗͙̖̄̊̾̋̉̔̆̓̅̓̀̈́ͅ ̴̛͍̱̖͈̬̦̆̊̊͛̒͋́́̿̈͑̊̂̌̉͆̓̾̽̽̈̈́̀̀͐̃͘͘͝͝͝ṉ̷̡͊͗̈́͂̾̂̈́͝ǫ̵̛̛̺̙̳̰̻̦͇͕̮̮̯̥̤̖̹̙̞̾̅̋̂̉͌̋̔̔̎͗̆͌͛̈̀́̊͐͆̊̎͌̈́̈́͊̕͝t̴̡̡̢̢͙͚̻̲͓̝͉̪̝̣͉̮̖͕̣̪̮̮̜̠̙̺͎͈͙͉̺̾̏̆̀́̾̓̔̓͒̕h̵̢̗̄͐͊͌͂̈́̂́͆̉̍̾̿̄͒̾͂̈́͗̿̏̔̇̑̂̔̐͌̊̃̏̎̂̈̀̂̊͘̚̕͘͝i̷̢̡̧̧̧̡̝̖̲̖̘̲̳̞̬̞͍͉͖̗̤̜̬͙͚̖̘̳͕̼͛̉̈̑̓́̓͊̾͐̆̋̅̅̆͆̌̒̒̉́̈͊͒̐̓͑̋̾͐͐̃͑̈̀̇͘͜͠͠͝͝͠ͅn̵̢̨̨̡̥̮̪̪͇͎̜̻͙͈͉̬̪̮͔̺̠͕̮̩͚̹̘̝̮̰̮̘̩͑̈̽͛͐̽̑͆̈̾̋͗̆̈̃͛̕̕͝ͅģ̷̢̛͇̪̫̬̙̫̪̗͔̗͖̜̟̰̳̘̝͈̪͈͚̤̭̭́̌̊̆͛̉͒̐͆̍̀͒̈́́̔̃̂͒̅̆̌̔̓̇͌̐͊͑́͘̚̚͜͝.̶̨̧̨̧͎͉̪̘͚͔̫̝̻̬͍͎͕̙͈̤̲̹̘͚̭̮͕̠̙̭̰̟̭̖̠͉͓̜̫̥͍̮̞͎̱̖̞̦̮͉̄̀̉͑̽̈́͆̽̊̑̔̐͆͗̀̓̾̌̅͛́̋̊͌́́͌̕͘̕̚̕͝͠͠͠͝͝

Narrator: [Lots of time had passed when he died in the endless amount of water. Then a voice can be heard as if someone or something is speaking.]

How long?

How long has it been?

Since I've fallen into this aquatic hell?

I honestly don't want to know anymore.

I can barely remember how I came to be here.

All I remember is that I was going through the forest to meet someone. . . Who was it? What was their name again?

It's all just a blurry memory for me now.

The Ocean and forest. . . I knew the dangers that lied ahead, knowing I had to face my fears

Despite my best attempts to avoid the water, there came a point where I had no choice.

I promised myself that I'd make it through, meet that person and escape from my family.

I made my way, through the forest and started transversing the maze of trees and bushes.

The rocks I came across were what got me through the maze, giving me enough time to backtrack if I ended up in a circle and take a few moments to rest before having to continue.

It was going well, to well it seems, I had nearly made it out when . . .

. . .It happened all at once. . .

As I was making my way across the many trees I felt my body collapse from the pain and stress it was under. My family found me and started hurting me way harder and I was struggling to escape. They put something on my leg and attached it too something. Whatever it was attached too was thrown into the water and pulled me along with it. It hit some sort of flooring but that wasn't the problem I heard a crack and tried to see despite how much damage it could have caused, but the water hurt my eyes the floor gave way.

Despite my frantic struggling, it was hopeless and I watched with horror as I sunk, plummeting further and further down, the pressure rising as the light from the surface faded away as did my hopes of escaping.

When I hit the bottom the spikeballs and anchors had wedged itself into the floor below. But that was the least of my worries, my oxygen was running deathly thin so in a panic, I looked around for any anything that could help.

That feeling. . .

I'll never forget it.

After a few moments of looking around, seeing nothing but stone. . .   . . .A horrific, harrowing realisation dawned on me. One that I couldn't even image could be felt. . .

There was nothing around to help me escape.

I started to panic. I started to thrash about vainly hoping that by some miracle, the chains would break.

That miracle never came.

Soon I began to choke, my lungs beginning to fill with the seemingly endless amount of water around me my vision began to fade and what was left of my strength were washed away.

That should've been the end of that, and the end of me.

But it wasn't.

A feeling began to grow inside of me, I just can't put it into words. But those moments, I had remembered the promise I made to someone.

Then I woke up. Not in my home. But right here, in this same spot.

At first, I thought it was a miracle, coming back from the dead like that. But I came to quickly realize that it's more of a damn curse instead.

I can still feel everything. The water around me the damn chain on my leg.

AND THE NEVER-ENDING PAIN OF DROWNING OVER AND OVER!

If I ever do make it back to the surface again what will happen to me? Will I die? Will even be able to walk or run again? Hell, would that person even be there to meet me?

All these thoughts. . . They scare me.

They scare me so much.

I just want to be in the warm sun feeling the wind as I walk. I just want to see happy faces. I just want to feel happiness again, I just want to feel free. I just want to get out.

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I JUST WANT TO GET OUT!

I don't want to be here.

I am cold.

I am wet.

I'm starving.

I'm alone.

If there is someone out there.

Help.

My body began to deteriorate or rather die since I've in the water for far to long. I begged and begged that someone would save me or at least try to search for me. I eventually lost the hope of escaping from the watery prison and began to ask for death since that's all I have left. I begged and begged for death to come and take me.

During the time I begged for death my body started to deteriorate faster, but... the chain wouldn't break and somehow I was still here. Still stuck in the watery prison with all of my hope completely gone and the promise I failed to keep my word on. I have fallen into despair when the pain was still happening and currently I am nothing but a stress reliever for people to take their anger out on. I'm nothing. I'm...

A mistake.

When my body felt like it was going to give out again I begged for death one last time and eventually it happened. I had finally died I no longer felt my body anymore even if I have no physical form despite just being a little orb I could see it. My body just there in the water floating.

A very unpleasant sight since I can still feel the pain after being killed by the water itself. I saw that my body was breaking down all of my skin is just disappearing in the water and I have no words or any idea of what to do now. I can feel myself disappearing and if it means I'm being taken then it's probably for the best. After waiting around for a few more minutes I was fading away very slowly as I saw my body for the last time.

It was so cold and painful when I was a soul. I appeared in a dark void and it feels nice being here. I was always a fan of the dark. I was always the quiet one. I'm not sure how to feel but meh I don't care anymore. I'm just here in this void. It's silent and also very refreshing. I feel safe and somehow happy here. But... Will I ever find my true purpose? I'm not mute but I'm always quiet. It helps me think better when there's no interruptions, along with no one breaking the silence. Since I'm the quiet type I can blend in with people who enjoy the silence and to an extent I can make my movement completely quiet. My presence however would be hidden in the shadows. I played plenty of other games in my life when I was alive. I watched lots of Anime to top it off, man it's really good. Along with that I've seen plenty of YouTubers so I think this will be easy for me to cope with. I should really try to find a way out of this void though. Don't get me wrong I like the void but I can't stay here forever. I need to know where my soul will strong enough to stay intact or at the very least bond with. There has to be a sign, or something that would prove I'm not fully dead.

I could hear something playing. I hear things that might not be real or even exist anymore. I've been walking for so long and I've hardly felt or seen a change now. I think I've officially lost my mind.

It's so lonely here. Every time I walk I'm getting no where and I can't tell if I even wanna comeback.

When I walk somewhere a glitch like thing keeps happening to me. It's also putting me back in the same place.

Please........ 'Crying' Give me a clue or someone to help me. I don't wanna be alone anymore. I'm still stuck in this spot when that glitch affect keeps happening to me. It takes me back to that spot every time I walk in a different direction.

I hear the music play again and this time I'm listening closely even though I'm crying.

Y/N: 'Crying' What.......kind.......of......music......is......that.........suppose..........to.......be.....?

Press Enter to Begin? But how am I gonna do that? I don't have a keyboard or anything to do that. My body has given out and I can't even move anymore.

Y/N: 'Stares at the Screen' ...

I just stared at the screen until a white Orb appeared in front of me. Maybe this Orb can remove me from existing in the first place. My life went no where before so what reason should I have to live anyway? I have nothing to give or any reason to exist anyway. If it can remove me completely and make sure I never exist anymore than I'll take it. After what I went through I can never be at peace. Being killed by your family and Ex-Girlfriend really hurts. They... They think it was funny. I was suffering from the pain and when I drowned that was the end of me, yet it kept going and going until I died for good.

That White Orb... It didn't destroy me when I was still in the void. It took me to the screen and somehow hit it I was then thrown into the screen with no clue or any idea why. I felt myself being torn apart and then it stopped. I can feel a cold breeze kinda nice for once. I have awoken in another world, reincarnation to be precise. I can only recognize one thing from that screen and one building from here. It's the same from those Mods I use to play and it's real.

Y/N: It's real. This is Friday Night Funkin. I just don't understand one thing.

Why?

Why am I even here?

It doesn't make any sense seriously how did I even get here? I know for a fact that I had nothing to work with when I ran away. My phone, laptop, 3DS XL, Nintendo Switch and PS Vita were broken right in front of me when I was being abused. Did... Did someone want me to come to the FNF world? The possibility of who brought me here could be anyone. I can't make any assumptions on who did it since I don't have any proof or evidence to use.

Narrator: The boy questions himself trying to figure what brought him here. A question is asked by the boy wondering if this is the world he is talking about.

But if this is FNF than. Maybe...

I'll give it a chance. This could be the only chance I have to live the life I was never going to have.

I AM DONE WITH MY POOR OF AN EXCUSE FAMILY AND MY EX-GIRLFRIEND!

YOUR ALL DEAD TO ME! YOU'VE WASTED THE CHANCE TO REDEEM YOURSELF'S YOUR MY VICTIMS TO FIND AND KILL NOW YOU BASTARDS! I'M GOING TO KILL ALL OF YOU AND I'M GOING TO MAKE IT HURT!

DO YOU HEAR ME?!?!? DEAD!

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̵̧̡̨̛̛̞̱̺̖̠̖͈͇̦̹̙͖̭̤̗̲̯̠̻̤͍̮̣̜͙̖̣̫̙̥̫͓̏̆̓̈̈͐̅͗̊̓͊̌͂͛͌̆̑͑̈́͌̓͒̔̚̕͜͝ͅͅO̶̧̡̧̢̟̥͇̰̻͕̖̖̲̣̜̹̣̟̻̳̣̝̺̘̠͙̖͕̺̬͎͖̖̦̝͕͉͎̜͐̋̄͜͜ͅ ̶̨̧̢̧̛̠̺̘͚̲̪̥̰̼̻̟̺͚̩̯̟̝̳̟̲͕̙͈̦̗͚̼̠͉̼̏̆̐̉̒͆̔̈̆̓̍͊͒̔̿̆͆̈́̽̓́̿͂͛̑̋̄̃̎͐̄͗̍̌͐̾̚͜͝͝͠͝Ṉ̸̢̡̗͈̯͓̪̣̬̂̌͐͌̈̒̽̈́̉̇̈̾̈́̒̈́͂͑̾̈́̓̆́̈́̔͌̇̉̈́̈́̆͗̾̈́̇͑̾̒͂̊͘̕̕͝͝͝͠͠ ̶̢̢͉̜̖̗̘̦̟̩̤̞̥̯̮̜́̀̓̊͛̀̋̅͊͒̇̍̅́̅̅͋̈͂̇̈́͐̇͛͊̐̃̾̂̉̍̍͋̓̽͂̂̽̊́̆͘͠͝N̵̢̡̛̻̯̤̘̱͚͚̘̗̠͍̫̖͚͉̙̬̞̙̘̘̜̹̩̥͉͕̹̞̪̱̏̄͂͆͊̒̀̿̇̃̍̀̒̎͑̍̀͑͊̔̇̌̔̊̏́̇͑̏͆̾̅͒̿̒̑̀̀̾̓̀̆̀̕͘͝͝͠ ̴̡̢̡̟͎̼̫̫̜͎̣̳̝͈̣͎̲̭̱͖̮̭̯̠̝̘̮͉͈̞͐̇͌̍̄͛̏͑̈́̈́̍̂͒̓̈́͂̑̽́̈͑̇̈̑̈̅̈́́̈̈̋̔̅͐̎̂̄͌̀͆͌̃͗̑̚̕̕͠͝ͅĄ̵̨̨̡̭̘̳͇͚͓̥͈̫͍͍̥̞͍̯̪̣̜̖̥͙͉̺͎̦͗̎͋̓̃̉̽͂͐́̿̐͒́͊̚͜͝ͅ ̵̨̨̗̗̯̝́̑͛̍͆͆͋̈́̏̋͌̈́͂͂̎̉͒̈́̃̈́̓̓͌̃̇̎̏̉̀͊͒̀̓̒́̾͋̿͑̍͂̚͘͝͝ͅ ̶̧̛̛̬̳͎̠̲̂́̓̍̀̄̄̑̊͊͗̆̈́̋̂̓̌̿͑̔̽͒̿͑̍̆̓̀̎̐̾̏͌͑̀̚̕̚̚͝M̵̼̲͚̲̅̀̈́͋̈́͗́͌̋̇̍̿̄͆̉̀̒̐̉́̈͘̕͘͠ ̶̧̡̧̢̡̨̛͙̥̼̺̥͔̼̰̟̲̖͖̥͙̦̭̰͓̹̮̬̰̼̟̰̽̃̈̊͂̇͒̔͊͛̔̈́̒́̀̈́̈́͑͑̅̽̄͌́̋̍͋̽̃̏̄̕̚̕͜͠͝͝ͅͅĄ̶̛̬͊̄̓̊͒̈́̀̽̈͗̍̇͒͗̿̀̓̎̈́̓̋̿̈́̍͗̊̎̀̅̀̔̔̈̃̐̈́̈́̃̈́̿͐͌͆̂̚͘̚͜͝ ̶̛̛̝̤̗͇̣͔̪̞̜̬̾̔̑̎͂̆̀̍̏͂̿̈͐̌͌̈́̑̋̃̑͜K̴̛̛̗͓̟̤̞͊̂͊̊̓̀̿̈́̀͂͊͐̀̓̓̇͒͂́̌͗̎̅̃͂͊̄̂̓̎̌̂̎̾̇̾̑̂͊͒̅́̍́̏̕͘͘ ̵̨̡̨̢̢̧̜̜̫̟͍̜̹̯̞̖͙̠̰̺̯͚͔̗͓̮̳͎͕͚̫͎͍̮͓̹͉͓͙͕͚͔̫͛͜ͅÉ̴̢̛͈̼̯̹̟̰͎͖͇̹̗̗̗̯͎̑̇̅̍̀̓̃͆̐͒̈̇͋̏̔̒͆̎̂͂̑̋́̚̚̚͝͠ ̶̨̡̨̡͖͙̻̱̖̝̲͈̮͖̣̦̤͈̲͕͚̜̮̺̞͔͚͇͉͚͕̜̗̽̈́̂̋̊̿̀̈́͗͆̀̔͊̉̄̅̋̑̊̉͘͠͝ͅ ̸̨̡̢̨̢̛̙̳̖͕͍̖̖̗̹̺̠͖̹͖̝̞̮͍̪̰̺͇̺̣̰̝͔̥͇̺̘̰͔̞̰͍̦͎̪̥̘̾̒̍̃͐̀͆̊̕͘͠͠͠ͅͅY̷̨̧͉̝͍̩͕̘̭̤͙̘͎̙̤͚͓̯͕͚̜̳̳̼̬̜͎̘͈͍͜͠ͅ ̸̡̫͕̙͓̟̰̥̳̣̫̪̰̦̟̥̙̝͍̣̼̻̳̬̲̼͉͈͇̻̜̱̙̟̘̝̯̟̭͕̜̟͚̣͛̀̉̂̈̄͒́̽̀͜ͅͅͅO̶̜̟̘̣̳͔̩̦̤̤͑̽̂͒̂͂͌̆̋͌̃̒͗́͆́͋͑͋͊͆̌͘̚͜͝͠ ̸̢̳̠̝̼͇̟̙̗̘̔̍͜͜ͅŬ̸̮͖̼̥̪͍̗̬̆̈͊͑̈́̓͊̓̔̇͘̚͘͝͝ͅ ̴̨̛̝͓̣̹̞͖̮̓̓̽̓̍̈͒̓͆͜͠ ̶̨̧͓͓͕͎̰̥͖̩̝͇̱͓̳̐̀͋̉͊̒̎́̚S̸̡̰͉̣̭̳͔̮̬̈̅̌̃͒̌̏̉̎̒̃͗̑̓̈́̑̍̍͋͛͐̈̽̔͝͝͝ͅ ̵̨̨̧̢̛̝̼͍͎͈̱͈̩̻͉͖̞͕̼̺̯̺̻͙̠̭̖̯̝̖̠̫͖͂̈̄̅̑̃̈́́̈́̉̊̈́̿̋̄̈́͛͑̔̃̒͑͂̄͘͘͝͝ͅͅŲ̵̧͔̰̼̭͙̻͓͕̱͖̰̮̟̫̳̯͈̥̗̗̲̫̲͉̩̰̺̩̠̯͍̱́̀͗͌͛̋́͋̉̃̐̈́͊͝ ̷̙͓̃͆̉͗̈́͐͆̀͊̇̕͝F̴̨̢̯̰̬̰̱̪̩̬̗̪͍̀͆͊̿́̊̋̈͌͑̑̓̍̚͜ ̷̧̡̨͖̠̳̙̙̱̘͈̮͔̩̝͙̖̥̲͓͔͇̺͓̯̤̞̦̗̝̞̗̭́͋̒̌͊̐̓̑̍̂̓̓̂ͅF̶̧̢̧̛̭͉̬̹͖̠̜͚͖̟̼͔͙͇̗̫͔̭̹̗̳̰̳̣͎͕͇̙͕͖̘̥̗̫̫̰̜͖̦͚̯̏̋̀̌͗̅̐̿̾͆͋̐̅̋̈́̇̀͛̆͂̀̒̐̌̑̚͘͝͠ͅͅ ̵̨̢̢̛͖͈̦͎̬͈̥͓̙̘̃̃̈́͛̿͌̈̊̉͆̎̈́̓̔̿̅̃̔͊́͆͊͛̕͘̕̕͜͜͝͝͝͝Ȇ̴̢̡̩̘̫͉̗̠̣͖̝̫̤̩̰̞̫̫͉̠̭̘͈̥̣̬̩̯̲̣̟̻͔͚̩̗͉̻̺̘̤̳͈̥̬̹̹͖̆̾̈́̈̒̐͂͗̔͆͒̋̋̓͌ͅͅ ̶̢̳̟̥̺̬̙̝̝̰͖͔͈̟͇̠̰̪͖͖̪̩͖̰̞̅̽̐̂̈̕ͅȒ̷͙̝̣̤̜̤̻̤͕̳͓̗̫̮̲̤͙̉̀̄ ̵̧̨̡͚͚̠͕͕̝̰͉̱̞̙͍̺̩̜̞̦̼̼̣̦̜͖͚̼͓͖̹͍̦̪̼̻̲̦̋̓̎̋̅̓̓͋̏̈́̀̊̅̄̂̐̃̑̏̿͆̽͆̾̀͘̚͜͜͜ͅ ̶̢̡̛̣͕̘̲̳̝̻̦̩̣͉̠̥̳͔͚͍͕̥͈̳̣̀̀͗̃́̐̌̄͑̈́̀̇̾̂̐̃̀̏̀̓̋̈́͛̂͐̒̑̀̒͘͘̕̚͝͝͝͝͝A̵̛̛̛̺̯̭̣̰̝͚̓̇͛͊̂̿͛̈́͋̋͂̀͌̀͂͛͊̎͗͗͊̆͊͌̔͑̓̀͑͆̈͐͗̕͘̕̕͘͝͠͠͠ ̶̡̨̧̧̨̡̛͉̼̖̺͙͈͍͔̪̭̪̺̹̞̠̤̖̙̜̱̫͉̟͎̜̟̦̩͚̱̹̞͓̬̖̰̙͓̝̫̼̟̜̻̀̉́̈́̇̓͛͂̈́̀̒̌́̍̿̍͌͌͂̔̕̕͝ ̷̢̯̰̯͖͖͉̟̪͍̠̙͒̇̔̾̂̔̄̃́͗̔̿̿̎̑̓̔̉͐̿͊͒̉̇͗͂͆̆̾̾̽̄́̓̃̓͘̚͘͘͠͠͠͠F̶̢̧̺̳̱̥̗̻̺̠̦͈͕̝̥̋̑̍̇̾̌̑̏̉͒͛̌͛͛́̓͊̆̍̃̅̕͘͘͝͝ ̶̛̛͉̻͖͇̗̭͍̩̘̤͖͍͈̼̞̳̲͕̬́̋͑͐̋̔̑̓͋͊̔̎̈́͗́̽̽̄̈̀̂̋̎̃̐̋͆̃̆̉̈́͊͆́̍͜͠A̷̡̙͍̼̯̞͙͖͓͔̲̫̰͓̳̝͈͈͚̜̲̼̲̳̓̊̒̎̌̓̑͛̈̾͗́͊͊̋̇͆̏̀̉̉̏̂͆̒̐̆̂̌̏̊͂̓̐̕̚̕̕͝͠ͅ ̵̬̠̮̌͆̿̉̍́̀͒̽̋̈́̅̄̊̐͜͝͝͝T̴̢̡̡̢̧̨͕̼͎̪̥̻͕͇͓̥̼̻̲̯̭̟̣͎̖͓͓̞̻̟̗̭̦̜͙̳̯̈̋̎̅̎͋͑͗̐̂̿̋̎̈́̅̈́́̀̀̂͗̍͊̎͛̉͌̎̓͗͑̆͋̅̏͑̇͐͊̏̐̚͘̚̚͠͠ͅ ̵̡̧̢̧̛̛̟̩͚͖̳̞̝̜̻͉͓̓̅͗͌̏̿͊̐̾̆̑̀͌͛̏͑͑͗̓͗̎͑̈́̀̿̽̊̈́͒͋̋̈́̾̅̉͗̚͝͝ͅẸ̶̡̛͈͖̤̙̜̺̯̭̮̙̲̤͎̫̜̝̭͎͓̪͉͙̝̯̟̆̄͌̌̈́́̐̃͗̾͛̏̀̓͑́̆̍̊̏͒̏̓̌͛͌̈̇̕̚͝͠͠ ̷̡̧͓̰̠͓̳̙͉͙̳͙̼̣̫͕͆̀̐̒̈́́̇͛́̒̕ ̸̨̡̢͙̯̲͔̘͚̹͈̻̫̯̩̘̪̻̙͙̘͍̮͕̹̼̮̗͔̺͎͙̩͈̟͇̦̱̦͎̩̭̮͔̼̀̿͒̈̂̐̔̋̈́̿̽̊̒̀̐͒̂̔̄͋͆̈̍̌̈́̉͂̎̄͐̚̚͘̕͜͠ͅE̸̡̨̢̛̛̲̟͚͇̝̪̙̮̜̺̹̬̥̬͕͕̖̞͇̠̞̠̺̞̖̣̖̮͖̥̊̀̈́̃͛͗̊͋̆͗̀̿͑̓̽̉͋̄́̍̀̏̋̊̕͘̕͘͜͜͜͜͝͝͝ͅͅ ̵̧̢̧̛̹̖̞̦͉̪̻̘̲̱̻͛̌̏͗̿ͅV̷̧̹͖̱̺͖̺̲͔̹̜͚̦̘̜͒̈́̒̍̆̊̾͛̎̐̂́̚͠ͅ ̶̢̡̡̨̧̢̢̢͕̻̪̥̝̺̝͚͚̖̮͍̞͙̗͖̻͍͓̰̬͕̯̪̳̟͍̬͉̙̬̜̘͕̪̦̫͔̥̟̼̿̍͗̈́̂̃̈́̅̆͒̅͑͊̑̈̓̂̍̆͒͊͊̎̒̾̽̊͌̓̆̀́̓̕͘̚͘ͅĚ̸̛̛̛͓̺̞̙̰̹͉̘̙͖̙͕̟̘͙̻͇̫̪̼͍̬̦̇̂̈́̈́̈́̚̕ ̸̢̧̙̱̞̲͎̰̟̠̠̪͙̫̂̐̂̈́͌̿͒̉̈̐̄̇͒̈́̐̀̽̃́̄͊͑́̄͆̒͆̑̒͝͝͝͝N̷̢̢̡̧̤͍͈̤̺̹͍̦͓͈̩͖̳͕̹̫̭̮̳̪̺̪̰̰͑̓͂̒̀̅̈̎́͊͛͂̈̓̓͒̀̈́̿̌̅̃̉̅̈́͂̕͘̕͘̚͝͠͝͝͝͝ͅ ̵̢̱̪̯͉͓̯͕͓̹̘̩̮̬͖̜̰̭̊͐̇̽̊̀̅̏͌̾͑̎́̐̽͊͋͆͌̊̑̌̅̅̉̾͗̇͜͜ ̶̧̢̛̛̞̟̠̟̳̳̳͖̝̭̮͍͉̝͈̘̮̣̣̯̱̱̘͔̪̞̱̥͓̬̰̖͖̜̳̼̜̝̪̲̌͐͊̿̊̇̀̇̐͐̈́͑̏̔̔̀̀̅̈́͂̉̈̓͊́̇͒̿̈̓̈́́͛̅̊͂͂̅̀̔͌͌̌͝͠͝͝Ẁ̸̨̡̨̯̯̲̦̙͙̙̳̦̦̰͈̗͍̤͖͍̦͈̟͚̭͓̹̙͍̪͉̮͕͉̱͈̺͂̑̀̈́̋̌̓̌̔̍̀̒̑̾͌͋̇͘͠͝͝ͅ ̵̧̡̺̹̗̭̙̰̯͉̘͓̠͙͍̞̺̠͖̲͕̭̓̏̎̉̅̒̂̈̀͆Ō̴̡̳̻̯͇͚̓̅̂̽̀̅̎͑̃̍͗̒͂͑̈́̓̉̈͑̇̽͆̂̂̃͆̈́̈́͗̈́̊̕̕͝͠͝ͅ ̴̧̤̗͎̥̙̪̟͕̣͔͍̝͇̰̳͎̗͙̥̜̼͈͖͕̱͖̦̺̜̓͒̐̈́̎̚͜͜ͅR̸̢̧̢̨̧̡̛̼̦͇͍̤̭̮̜͉͇̮̯̦̯̝͈̹̗̙̰͉̳̫͉̟̤̝͓̻̺͔̖͕͚̤̩̥̭̈͑́̅̀͗̄͛̀͒̆͊̑̀͛̈́̓̎͊̃̅̆̓̓̃͛̌̄̐͊͒̓̏̈́̀͊͐̽̐͘̕͘̕̕̕͜͝͝͝ͅͅ ̵̯̮̥̙́́̃͜͠Ś̴̻͓͆̿̉̕̕ ̶̨̡̛͓͙͉̹̭͈̻͔̳̜̺̣̥͖̮̫̫̭͙̪̩͉̗͔͚̝̺̝̼͈̝͙͙̪̀̊̒́̉̏̿̓́͊̍̂̏̚͜Ĕ̸̛̟͉̘̿͒̒͋͗̏̎͗̀͊͐́̄̅͒̈́̿̒̂͌̆̉̆͛̂̉̓̔̎͗̀̀̐̎͋̕̚͘͘̚͝ ̷̧̨̧̨̢̯͍̖̣̻͓͍̥̠͚͉̮̤̬̮͉̞̹̫̻̝̝̥̭̖̗̰͔͉̻̠͉̲̪̳͉̹͈̖̠̰̞̹̋̂͒ͅͅ ̵̧̢̨̧̠͙̗̗̗̱̙͚̼̻͇̹͇̹͇̺̦̳̼̤̯̭̖̭͎̹̲̽̈́̒̄̓͆̓̓̔̀͐̈́̄̅̇̈̇̒̆̆̀̈́̄̊̈́͑̅̄̍͌̏͛́͛̓͋̌̕͘͘̕͘͝͝͝͝ͅͅͅT̷̨̧̧̲͖̬̻̝̱͍̮̮̱̻̼̗̟̣̯͇͖̍͛̿̽͆̊͆̂̎̎͌̎̿̉͗̐̇́͛̄̿̄̋͂̎̐́̽̾̇̋́̀́̽̏͗̈̀͐̐̐̆̇̊̕̚̕͜͜͝͠ ̵̢̡̛̛̖̥̦͇̤̝̗̺̫̣̦̲͈͖͓̰̳̻͓̙̜͍̭͉̪͙̞̱̳̘͖̘͕̖̱̮̰̾̄̋͂̄̿̓͂͐͊̈́͌̽͋̎̍́͆̿͂̀̂͒̇̈́̅̍͊͆͘̚̚̚͜͝ͅͅH̵̨̛̛̫̗̹̜̬̱͓̠̯̊̾͗̈́͊̊̐̉̓͋̍̈́͛͛̆͋͐́̃̊̂̓̂̔̉̿̿̄͑̀̿͘̕͘̕͠͝ ̶̨̧̢̢̡̢̢̛̘̖̱̺̩̜̣̰͈̤͖͖̰̭̻̝̻̰̰̤̦̤̺͓͉̱͇̭̟̩̩͈͖̺̩̘̫̘̤͛̽̎͌̌̀͛́̓͆́̇͋̀̓̊̈̐̅̾̓̽̈́̃̔̓̃̇̈͗̈́̿͒̔͋͆̎̎̆͜͝͝͠͝E̶͎̲͔̭̳̘̗̭͈͉̖̣̙͎͎̤̥͖͍̲̽̓̾̄̾̈́̿͆̃̓͘̚͠ ̴̨̧̳̳̫͉̝̤̫̫̻̮̻̪̙̺̮̠͕͓͈̫͕̠̭̲͔̲͓͍͔̖̱̮̠̳͐̿̑̊̐̔̄͜͝ͅN̷̛͍͙͚̻̗͍͇̘͖̠̻͇̘̭̜̥̹͔̮͍̯͍͓̺͎̱̓̊̋͆͆͛̀͜͜ͅ ̶̡̢̨̨̠̬̘͔̙͇͕̜̗̦͍̝̣̦̭͙̰̯̞̫͕̘̼̟̙̠̗̩͔͍͓̤̣̩̖̣͖͓͉̱̐́̓͊̅͌̅̋͆̋̽̇̀̈́̿̋́̐͗́̑̓̄̒́͒̿͋̀̔͗̈́͂̀̾̽̆͘ͅ ̷͓͈̪̞̣̓̿̉̓̒̐̿̂̄͐̂̾͌̈Ẅ̴͕̦̜͈͕͍͙͉̯̣̬̮̩̭̻̞̼̬̫́̎ͅ ̴̧̨̛̛̛̛̼̯͎͚͕̦͈͕̹̠̲̠̺̜̜̞̤̟̼̋̽͐̑̓̄̌̅͑̈̇͌̋̆̌̊́̽̀͊̾͊̍̅̄̓̋̈̒̍̈́̊̑̓̄̈́̅̿̚͘̚͘H̵̛̻͕͓͍̙̱̅͂̋͑̆̎̾͛̌̔̿̏͊̂̋͌͑̑̎̀̈́͛̍̾͋̀͑̀̅̏͑̍̿̉̃̅̓̚̚̚̚̕͝͝ ̸̨̨̬͉͚̟͕̺͔̯̤̯̲̞͔̯̦̟̭͉͓̖͙̙̃̔ͅĄ̷̢̧̳̝͈͍̜͔̯̰̻̫̗͍̑̌̐̈̋̊̓̈́̈́̾̉͠ ̴̛͖͇̼̜̳̟̹̰̞̯̼͌̆̉͐͆̄̊͌̓́͗͌̑̃̽́̓̿̒̽̐̊̏͗̆̎̓̋̅͊̇͛̕T̸̡̡̧̢͙̗̖̝̣̘͓̬̦̪̙͍̰͕͇͙̩͇̝͚͕̬͚̞͈̱̘̙̗̟͎̝̪̮͓̯̙̤͙͓̃͋́̉̀̂͒̒̓̑̑͋́̒͊̅̆̋͑̀̔̀̿̒͜͝͠ͅ ̴̢̪͎̝͍͍͚̼̭͙̲̘̮̙̯̱̰̪͔̺͖̻̉̉̊̈̆͆̍̉̏̉̎̇̈́̃̄̈͗̓͐̇̂̈́̇̎̇̒̇́̇̅̏̎͂͘̚͠͝͠͠ ̵̢̪̳͔̘͎͇̬̞̬͔͓̟́͋̆̇ͅY̸̛̳͙͓͔̞̻̫̗̳̜͎̩̥͎͖̯̼̭͖̱͖̱̠̥͙̔̍̽̔͐̓̇̅̍͆̽̍͗̔̒͆̅̇̌̽̄̉̂̕̕̕͜͠ͅͅ ̵̡̨̧̡͈̦͉͍̭̝̥͈̲͈͖͎̗̫͔͓̟͕̼͖͈̰͈͖̺͓̟̬̺̺̘̺̗͉̘͈̯̜́̈́̀̏͌͆͜ͅƠ̸̢̨̢̜̫͔̞̗̦̻̞̯͍̱̜͕͈̫̩̗̤̳̮̱͇̳̟̞̼̗̗͙̤̱͈̣̭̬̝͉͆́̋̓̎̏̂̊̋̈́̓̈́̿̋̌̃̓͗͋̇͌̆̉̚̚͜͠͝͝ͅ ̷̧̨̛̫̪͇̬̻͚̻̱̘̳̞͕̥̱̯̫̖͚̝̗̺̘̲̣̖͙̹͚͎̬̦̟̲̲̫̞͉̠͈̯̉͂̏͋̉̌̏̀̔̒̓̅͛͋͑̀̉̉̊̇́̓̐̾̈́̀̆͘͘͘͘̕̚͠͝ͅŲ̶̡̢̡͚̹̝͚̮̼̤͙̺̗̣̰̹͙̫̺̩̙̗͙̲͉͍͚̳̝̦̗̞̘̖̫̣̳̥̘̮̙́̋̀̂̊͛̀̃͑̃͆͐̒̍̽͒̃͒̓̃̇̔͐̔̈̂̚̕̚̕͜͜͜͜͜͜͠͠͝͝͝͠ͅͅ ̷̡̡̨̧̨͓̰̣͔̞͔̹̻̗͚̼͍̣̩͎͔͈̬̩̼̥̳̖͍͈̦͚̩͔̖͙͕̘̙̥̮́̈́̒̉̌́̑͘͜͠ͅͅͅ ̷̢̡͎̲̪̖̱̣̺̹͎̠̰̼̟̦̗̖͍̮̳̔̓͑͑̍̓́͌̿͌̏̋͑̄̉̇̾̐̑̿͒̿̒̇͌͑̏͘ͅḐ̴̢̡̪̺̯̼̯̲̰̞͎͚̲̹̙̥̝͔̪̻̹̣̗̱̝̟̞̬̩͇̼̫̼̠̲̭̹̬̼̳̫̩̯̮̥͓̫̔̀̐̎͋̆̀͛̆̄̐͋̓̈́̽̋̂͂̈́́̂̈́̏̏̍̿͊̽͂̕̚͠͠͠͝͝ ̷̧̨̧̭͚̮̯̰̲̳͕̝̺̻͉̝͚̻̻͖͍̫̬̻̩̩͕̬̤͈̗̯̟̣̩̻͎̟̻̀͂̓̈́̂̀͛͌̂̈͊̉͝ͅI̵̧̡̡̢̡̧͎͔̰̦̲̠̞̩̞̥͚̰̮͔͔̹͖͚̠̣͈̭̝̪̘̬̣̯̭͍̖̝̭̩̿̽̌̋͂̈̆͗̈ͅͅͅͅ ̸̢̨̨̢̡̞̥̩̘̙͚͇̯̘͉̮͎͇̗͍̩͓̦͕̬́͐͊̈́̔̉̃̂͗̍̀͂̆̈̈̀̄̅̔͝ͅͅḐ̵͓̝̭̱̘̠̹͖̟̪͉̙͙͍̪̰͙͓̈́͆͑̍̒̀̆͝ͅ ̸̡̨̼͉̼̩̪̘̞̬̤̫͈̳͈̘̰̊́͐̍̈͛͆̃̌̈̾̕̚͝͠ͅT̷̢̯̯̦̥͖̝̻͙̬̯͎͉̜̥̤̼̞͓̖͔̦̩͈͒̈́͜ ̶̢̢͈̼͇̳͙̥͓̠͙̫̜̥̪̞̞̲͈͙̤̤͈͓͚̮̳̊͆̐̏̿̐̃̉͛͑̀̒͐͑̅͗̑͋̌̏͘̕̚̚͝͠Ờ̷̢̡̡̧̲̙͎̪̠̮̲̹̟͙̦̗͎͎͔͈̭̮͓͓̞͈̣̞̖̘͚̲̲̳̥͚̥̭̏͂̌̍̽̓̄̓̑́̃̔̅̔͆̿̒͋͂̓̉̔̓̈́̚̕͘͠͠ͅ ̶̡̧̢̤͙̪͖̥̥̻̺̞̙̝͔̠̜̹͈̰̮̯̮̲̣̠͖͕̻̖͙͕̼̜̃͋̃̀̐̉͋́̉̈́͗̈́͂̀͑͌̌̈́́̉̓̕M̴̧̧̛̜͙̱͇̩̙̣͙̆͊̿̄̃̌̎̈͆͂͐̋̔̃̅̂̾̍̋͊̏̓̿̒̐̔̈͊͆́͒̈̏͑͐͂͋̊̈͘̚̕͘͘ͅ ̸̢̦̲̤̥̜̘̪̪̻̫̘̺̫́͋̐̐͗͐̍̐̓͑̊̒͒̀̋̆̔̉͝͝Ȅ̶̛̤̮̟̰̺͓̥͔̻̬͚͙͔̳͙͇̞̇̾̄̈̓̿͐͗̀̋̀͆̃̾͌͘͘͠!̵̧̨̨̨̧̛̣̦̱̘̙̬̙̯̺̯̹̞͕͕̻̭͎̪̙̙͍̪̤̣̥̹͕͉̤̼͍̟̣̖͈͔̹̖̜͔͖̐̿̎͐͗͌̒͌͒̇̏̀̽͛̾̾̑̽̈̚̚̕̕͘͜͝͝

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It's time to change my Fate and have freedom for once with no one telling me how I'm suppose to act. No one shall control me anymore because...

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I need a new name.

Y/N....L/N.......

Yes.....

Y/N L/N... yes. This shall be my new name, but I will need a new look so they can't recognize me. I always like the color Dark Navy Blue and how it was always midnight when the stars come out. I thought about this very hard, so I think it would be wise to put them together and make a nice brand new color.

It's time to start a new life in the world I found perfect. That world is...
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FRIDAY NIGHT FUNKIN or FNF for short.

Man everything feels very weird when you make a new body, but why does everything still seem so tall? Am I still short?

Y/N: 'Looks at his new body' Hmm...

I understand that I'm still short, but I'm slightly taller. Ok I know what happened. I forget to make the measurements to my body and I ended up making myself the height as Natsuki with my feminine looks still being here. On the other hand.

Y/N: 'Looking in a mirror' I don't look half bad.

You know what? I can live with this. Besides I'm finally free of that he'll hole and I'm no longer going to be trapped there anymore. Now I get to enjoy this life without anyone telling me what to do.

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Y/N: ...

First I need to figure out what kind of FNF World I ended up in since something feels off.

This is gonna be so much fun, I cannot wait to murder the victims on my list. While I might have been responsible for some of the destruction at that school I was mainly trying to murder the Lemon Demon.

Y/N: 'Walks away with an unsettling smile' Hehehehe.

Ohhhhhhhhh just you wait Lemon Demon your time is coming to an end. See you real soon.

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End of Prologue Part 2

This Y/N is different in the prologue since he is not the first, but he isn't the original either. No one knows which is which. The mystery still continues to know which Y/N this one is suppose to be.