Penetrating the starless night, the gaze of a nameless child whom no god would believe owned, reminisced about his life. The mistakes that were avoidable, the mistakes that were illogical.
An unknown amount of time passed, soon the sky was drowned in rain.
The nameless child was lying next to one of the many protrusions in the earth, the one nearest to him being the grave of his sister.
These poorly made graves sinking, as if heaven was burying their so called legacies in to the earth, to be forgotten forever.
He could have saved her and he knew that, the thoughts of being a simple bystander drilled into his skull.
Amidst his endless suffering, a voice resounded, a voice that had been pestering him for as long as he could now remember. The voice asked him why he didn't save her, why did he let her die.
He didn't know, he was broken anyway, he has no reason to live and can't understand why or how someone else could.
Someone like him, with no emotions had no right to be near such a bright girl. But deep down maybe he regretted it all.
The voice laughed hysterically at his half-assed response, belittling him for such a sick answer
"Hahahaha~ after everything that girl did for you too, that's too funny."
The emotionless child stared into the abysmal dark night, his hollow gaze staring at something, as if only he could see it. A glint of terrible sadness appeared in his gaze but dissipated shortly after, a rare sight for someone like him who owned no emotion.
Eventually the voice's laughter stopped and and proceeded to say something.
"Hey, your stupid answers are kind of funny, but it's so ironic you say that, do you have no soul? -wait of course you don't, you and your coping mechanism don't feel shit."
The voice started to laugh crazily again, as if he made it into a Guinness World Record book for crappy jokes.
His laughter broke once more, he was silent for a moment, then the voice asked a weird question.
"Hey, kid.. what would you do if you had another chance at life, would you waste it like you've done now or would you, at the end of it all, have no regrets?"
The emotionless child was slightly baffled by the hypothetical question and his unusually serious tone. However, instead of remaining silent, he decided to speak for the first time.
"I'll try, but in the end it doesn't matter anyway, it won't happen. Plus my numb state won't vanish and i'll only fail in a world like this where people rely on things such as well-being and emotion."
The child could tell that the voice was surprised by his half-hearted answer, and at the same a bit excited.
The voice then responded with slight vigour.
"I've made up my mind kid, you should be thankful. You won't get any refunds, not that your paying anything."
The child was again confused with the answer he got, and even more confused when the voice sounded further away.
He decided to look down removing his empty eyes from the now stormy sky. His gaze wandered around until it met with the figure, or lack of figure sitting atop a nearby grave.
The entity resided on it in a cross-legged position, seemingly relaxed. It was a human like figure, and it was as if matter had seemingly been pushed away to make space for it. A hollow void resided, both abysmally deep and infinitely shallow, it looked like a black hole.
In fact the child was drawn away a meter from his sisters grave, space had distorted around him.
"Wh-"
The child was about to speak, however a voice not his own pierced the eerie silence.
"I was wondering what a filthy street rat was doing in a graveyard, HAHAHAHA, turns out he tricked a poor fool into burying trash here."
In deaths garden, three shadow obscured figures in cheap, poorly washed clothing emerged. They were soaked by the pouring rain, highlighting their burly frames, contrary to that however the child still thought they looked oddly goofy and cliché.
They marched forward in an aggressive manor, eventually, moonlight was able to illuminate their unsightly figures that no one asked to see.
The one in the middle, seemingly the leader of the trio, owned a face that caved in on itself. Yellow teeth hung outside of his mouth that resembled the close up of a worm. He look like a failed lab experiment for creating hairy pancake faced humans.
If public hatred could kill, he would die more infinitely than a red haired mafia boss. Everyone hated this man and it wasn't just his notorious ugly face that made people hate him. He was a public offender and quite dangerous too, he had dozens of crimes under his belt. Why don't the police catch him? Because a powerful gang back him and he has quite the luck too.
The child's chilling gaze could not meet the other two in time before the moonlight dimmed and the night covered them again. It was almost as if it did not want anyone to witness them. However anyone could tell they were sneering and they were probably not that pretty of a sight.
"Hey you stupid rat dig up that bitch's rotting corpse so you can spare us some time, we'll kill yer after, yeah?"
The child stood up and walked towards his sisters grave, he leaned slightly and stared them unresponsively.
"YOU THINK WE PLAYING GAMES KID, WERE REALLY GONNA KILL YA, STOP WASTING OUR TIME."
The child looked at them like they were mentally stunted and the entity let out a slight chuckle.
The child looked the towards the the supernatural figure behind him
'Oh right he's my imagination, of course they can't see him'
The frustrated public offender had enough and decided to go with with his plan B, which like plan A involved a lot of killing.
He took out a pocket knife and with his thumping feet charged toward the helpless child.
"ILL KILL YOU, RAT"
'Now what will you do, child'