In medias res. That's where this story starts. If you know what that means, good for you. You paid attention in English. If you don't, it means in the middle of a story, or starting a story without starting directly at the beginning, so you won't be reading about my childhood and all that other stuff. Aren't you lucky?

I will have to give you a little background info, though. Darn.

Before I get to all the good stuff, I should explain exactly how things came to be as they were when everything interesting began. First off, I'm Fallon Scuitus. I'm the teller of this tale, so you better get used to me because I'm not going to be leaving anytime soon. Also, do you remember that awkward kid that was smarter than everyone in the school but was awful at athletics and didn't have many friends? Yeah. That's me in a nutshell.

Now that you know a bit about me, I can start explaining some other stuff. When I was younger, I was almost always alone, so to distract myself from my loneliness, I created characters to be my friends. The first two were created while I was in First Grade. They actually did help me some. I felt more secure and less alone. 

From then on, I just kept creating them. They were all unique, and I designed each of them to fill a certain role in my life. I created on that was loud, one that was energetic, one that was weird on all counts, and the list just goes on and on. I had begun writing stories in Fifth Grade. All of them included every character I had created up to that point. My writing teacher was pleased with them, but everyone else really didn't care.

In Kindergarten, I had found an old, ratty book. It looked ancient. Its pages were yellowing, and it was very beaten up, yet I chose to keep it. It was were I wrote down everything about my characters. It contained the first characters to the most recent. I really didn't think anything of the old book and what I was writing in it, or I didn't until I turned thirteen, and that is where everything strange began.

That is all you should need to know for now. Just to make sure that everything stuck, let's review. I am weird, like to write about characters in a strange book I found in Kindergarten, and some really weird things happened after I turn thirteen. I think that you've got it. Good job.

There's also one or two more things that you should know about me. One, I'm very sarcastic. I love verbal irony, and I will use it whenever I get the chance. Two, I am also quite sadistic. Sadly enough, I enjoy hurting characters that I like. Why? I'm not sure, but screw it. I don't care.

All of these things may also be why people don't like me, but since when did I care? I'll be sarcastic and sadistic if I want to be. 

But I digress. All of these things are just basic bits of knowledge I think that you will need to understand the events that will unfold. 

Fair warning, everything you thought you knew and believed in will be drastically changed. Still think you're up to the challenge? If you're not, let the door hit you on you're way out, but if you are, I think that you're an idiot, but good for you. You're brave, and while being brave and saying that you have a bad feeling about this but screw it are the same thing, at least you can say that you were brave. 

Now that I've covered everything, let's get on to the actual story, assuming that you can handle it. Good luck. You're going to need it.