In the Face of Insanity (Open)

Empire City, a large city that has all the means for business and sales! This big time city has many people coming here to look for opportune jobs and deals to get! And also a place where many crimes are committed, including robbery, mass destruction of private property, even going as far as murder if one was crazy enough. But through the tall buildings and vastness of Empire City, not a word will ever get out to the police.

They have high security in most any place, but not enough to even protect the streets everyday. It's surprising to say the least. But other than the lack of police on the streets, there something else among the high strung people of Empire City. Right and Left, people were going of their way to resort to thievery, holding up the bank in exchange for great cash, or even attempting to get something from the High ranked Museum of World History!

Something was going on, and the people were going out of their way to start such an anarchy, what is the source of this madness?! People were getting hurt, and people who have never done any crime are doing horrible things! It was so chaotic, it was hard to even get to a decent shop without someone going out of their mind, saying "I need to... I-I NEED TO DO THIS. Otherwise, I-I'd lose everything! I was told that this needed to happen! NO! DON'T STOP ME?!"

Told to do something that they would never do? What in the world is going on with this city?! Well, at least the old straight way isn't up to anything, it even has some new Gothic gargoyles on one of the buildings. ...Wait, that gargoyle moved away from its spot! They don't do that! Unless I have the wrong script, which says that gargoyles in this universe DON'T MOVE unless given a magic spell.

Unless that gargoyle was magic, I think it isn't suppose to move like that! Wait, who even saw that? Was it someone wandering around this Staightway? That'd be lucky if someone was walking down it. I mean, I wouldn't be even here if they weren't! But seriously, that gargoyle wasn't supposed to move! ...Actually the police that actually care about protecting the streets have been seeing a strange figure on the roofs and in the alleys! Maybe that figure is the gargoyle! Or maybe it's just a new character that the writer wants to work up the introduction with.

Wait a second, if the writer is doing that while typing out what I'm saying, isn't that inception?? Nyeeh, that's weird to think about, quick let's move on to the new narrator so that we can see who's gonna see that gargoyle thing.

Late in the night already? Man, where does the time in the world go to? Maybe it's eaten by some primordial being or something. But, yes, it was late in the night, and most people were just readying to get to sleep. It was rather peaceful during the night surprisingly, not much happens on the streets anymore. Oh no, they moved up to the rooftops now! But, our interest has no reason to be up there anymore. Instead, it was the raccoon, as she was currently the only one out and about at this time of night.

Usually during this time of night there would be thugs, thieves, baddies all around... but that was not the case. It was strangely quiet, more so than normal. What would cause such silence in the dead of night? It's certainly a mystery as to what would cause all of those people to turn against one another, or even have the streets be this silent. It's unnatural, really, normally cars would be cruising down to get somewhere in a hurry, but no headlights could be seen on this road, in the alleyways, and only so far on the rooftops.

But, that silence is not to be there for very long. There was a sudden screech, like that of someone running their nails on a chalkboard a thousand times in a single second. It didn't last long, but it left the place echoing and many lights turn on from inside of the buildings. The sound of rushing was then heard, like a machine was tapping on glass rapidly, as if to break said glass.

Not far from the raccoon's location, there was a sudden crash of trash bins as the nearby dumpster was rattling. Though, not for long, as a sharp looking spindly leg comes out of that dumpster, and another, soon to bring out a strange looking person. Their body looked smooth, but their arms are rough, looking almost like glass gone through the chipper. Their head was round, but atop of it was four purple horns at curved unnaturally, to the point where they seemed to always be pointed at a single person. Their whole body was lavender, and their face? Wide eyes, piercing your soul, with a long and wide deranged smile, showing teeth and all. No nose could be seen, but was it even human? A long slender like tail with the end shaping to be a triangle slithered around the being's body, and then zipping around again, as if it had a mind of its own.

This creature was staring right at the raccoon on the nearby streets, its eyes never blinking, smile never dimming. What is this creature? Why is it here? Does the raccoon notice this monster? She's about to. With a quick bend of its legs, the creature leaped up into the air, passing the nearby street lamps and promptly landing in front of the raccoon. Though, it seems that it was a jump too many, as the creature was separated from its legs. The creature looked around quickly, noticing the height difference and saw that its legs were, quite literally, broken in half. It then spoke with the highest pitched voice you will ever hear, as it lifted its broken leg

"Oh my! The fall from the atmosphere that was not much as broken Zepar's legs clean off!! The landing of the fall was nice, it had much pain to it. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIT!!"

It suddenly screams as it latched its legs back together and twisted its body like a rubber band towards the raccoon, as if studying her. Then bouncing back to the way it was, laughed a high pitched laugh.

"KEEEEEEEEKEKEKEKEKEKE!! You are the funniest thing that Zepar has seen! The furred mask creature looks like a overgrown squirrel, only without the fluffiness of the tail that the squirrel has!! Tell Zepar! Tell Zepar!!!!!! What is the furred mask doing out here in the stone jungle that has many crime making walking fleshies? Though, Zepar will say that he was the cause of most of the making of bad times, however!! The walking flesh was desperate in wanting to get something done! So Zepar had to do only one thing with the finger that flips the pages of trees! ...Wait Zepar went to another road and made the other road obsolete... Answer Zepar's previous question!!"

This creature.... possibly named Zepar, was extremely hyperactive, it never stopped moving ever since it landed right in front of Melancholy. It was creeping up on her personal space, then jumping back out to lay on the ground, to balance on its tail, to do whatever it was that entertained the strange creature in someway or another. ...Is....is it just bouncing now? It was frantically looking around with its head and not its eyes, like they were nothing but tattoos on its body. ...What is this creature and why is it trying to do things that is not humanly, or mobianly, possible??

Zepar's face never turned from it's single expression, it stared at the raccoon when she spoke and answered his question, which made him bounce even more. Then hearing her question, he stood on his tail, making it so he was leaning over to look at Melancholy but still able to freely move his limbs around. He claps his hands together as he spun around, remembering something

"But Zepar was! But Zepar WAS!! Deep in the foresty forest of leaves and nature! Where a block building of stone was Zepar's feeding grounds, Zepar misses those minutes of eating hearts. Zepar was banished by tribal magic furred man! Zepar was in a white box, it was quite silent, Zepar could hear his own voice when he spoke, like another being was there. But! Butbutbutbutbutbutbubutbut!!!!"

Zepar quickly said as he skittered around Melancholy and then was latched onto her head like a bird, though she couldn't even feel his presence on her head, like he was nothing but air, however with his touch something was extremely off about his natural aura.

"Zepar was freed!! Zepar believes that he was free after.... Nine hundred twelve thousand five hundred days!! ...Zepar was bored and counted time. But, Zepar was free! Freeeeeeeee to be Zepaaaaar! By a big fleshy man with a furry face! Zepar felt really down after being freed, but Zepar wanted something to come back to! And so... Zepar made the man go to where father is! ...Or mother... Zepar does not know, for all Zepar knows the man may have did the do with something of no."

After several seconds, he just falls forward and lands on his face like a cartoon character would, but then dragging his face across the ground and then bringing it back up to Melancholy's view, he was flat as a pancake, but his expression STILL hasn't changed. Soon, it bops up and Zepar starts to walk on his hands while still talking.

"So, Zepar has told the furred mask where he has been, but Zepar hasn't answered the question! But Zepar won't! Zepar will make it so you have to answer your own question which would lead to the point of circles! ...Zepar's hungry, where is a fleshy? Maybe Zepar can do the same to that one group of fleshies that tried to do things to other fleshies and make them do even more... YES! ZEPAR HAS GOT IT!

...Zepar will get a pineapple from the store and then continue on with what his plan was! ...Oh Furred mask! Zepar must tell you, that what you're looking for, won't even be clear. It shall just be among the wind that you try to breathe, and in the wall of that stone tree over there, and even in the pixels of the Television TV! Of course, furred mask won't find answers, never never! NEVER IN ALL OF ZEPAR'S LIFE!! ...Which was since the Angel and Demon war... Does furred mask know about that? Zepar didn't until mother told him. WAIT! PINEAPPLE! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"

While Zepar spoke, he was making so many gestures that he was confusing to even the ground he walked on. But, while he did so, some of his pauses made him smack himself against the concrete that he was on, and then continue on with what he was saying, like that was one way to makes sure he stayed on track with what his mind came up with. But the conversation was over, and he started to slither away like a snake on a mission to eat a mouse.

...What was that creature, and why is it just doing things that no one would ever do? But, when morning comes around, it would seem that more and more of the civilians were doing something strange, something unnatural. It was bizzare for a normal person to look at. But what of Zepar? ...Well, he was taking a nap somewhere, that somewhere being a court building and on the rooftop. The only time you ever see his eyes closed, but still with the same smile on his face.

The raccoon tilted her head to the side thinking 'is this the thing that's scaring people......that's quiet a laugh.....' she was holding in her laughter at this strange pathetic little creature, but couldn't help but smile big hrough it. Though then again, even if this weird troll who spoke of pianapples and other strange things, perhaps isn't so pathetic aftr all. Bu he'd have to prove useful to Melancholy or she would really careless off who he was and what he did.

The raccon rested a hand on her hip and placed a hand on the side of her face as if in deep thought. "Hmmm.....so how are you going to make me answer my own questions? What do you have....magic....mind control....a ray gun that causes mind control?! show me your skills, or I might just do a rather disgusting good deed to society and throw you away....." she shiver at the thought of that. Her? Doing something good? For others? She'd rather not. But ether this Zepar was useful or just an annoyance.