The creator drew the planet... Next he painted the forests, seas, and sand... Lastly he gave life to marvelous creatures to inhabit the land...
Who is this creator?... Why is this rapo so evil?... He couldn't... have been made evil...
Long ago when the planet was young... There was a human boy who first set foot on this planet...
And with a swish of a wand he gave life to many creatures and even a creature to take his place as creator one day...
A small gray raposa... "Oh, you are so cute..." He even gave the raposa a soft name to go with its small body features. "Wilfre?"
Many raposa were created to join the boy and play in this perfect world... "The gray rapo doesn't like to play..."
The boy went on many adventures with the raposa he had created! Every cave was explored, every tower had a story to it, and even a quest to bring stars to the night sky...
"I want to draw..."
The boy was very good at painting and wielded a red paintbrush. The very paintbrush he used to bring the world into light.
This world was perfect... Every rapo had what they needed and they took very good care of the boy... The gray rapo had such lifeless eyes for something that had been given so much love...
The boy would give Wilfre the most attention... He would feed the rapo, give the rapo what ever it desired, and even allowed the rapo to sleep next to him...
"If this place is perfect, then why am I so alone."
The boy feeling sorry that his such cared for creation lacked the want to join the adventures that took place in the world. He decided to make his child a friend to keep the lovely creation company... "How long did it take." Carefully the boy carved into the finest wood he could think of... Many days were spent carving out the delicate frame...
"My own father doesn't care for me anymore..."
The gray rapo began to feel abandoned when his creator would hide from him and be gone for hours on end... The pain the creation felt brought it panic... "Why do I feel this way? What have I done to deserve this?"
Wilfre had never had this feeling before nor had he ever felt anything in his life... Was this punishment for not joining the rest of the raposa when they played? He didn't want to play, he wanted to just... talk...
The boy would go into deep sleep every night...
One night the gray rapo watched his creator sleep and wished that one day his creator would stay awake and pay only attention to HIM... Anger boiled up through the gray rapo and he cried bitter tears...
What the rapo didn't know is that its pitiful wish would come true in the worst of ways.
Wilfre crawled out of the bed and looked at his creator one last time before leaving... "I'll show you what I can do! I'm better than all the other raposa!" He went into creation hall where the boy would store all his memories... The gray rapo's gaze laid on the largest book where a red paintbrush lay next to... Without any hesitation Wilfre opened the book and painted his own story... Using blobs of black ink the rapo tried to draw him and his creator... together...
What happened next... It is sort of fuzzy... I'm having trouble...
Upon returning home the rapo found his creator to be gone...
All the rapo felt was anger! He opened the book full of his creators stories and covered them with black ink. Wilfre was absorbed by his own self need that he didn't realize that his creator had actually only left to set up Wilfre's gift in the very same place the rapo had gone the night before.
A rapo peeked its head into the house to find the creepy gray rapo that all the raposa already felt afraid of destroying the memories of their creator.
The rapo left quickly before the demon could see them...
Wilfre ended up making his way outside to only find the raposa in a mob... A mob meant to hurt him... Furious he fled and before running out of town he tore up the very book that held the world together.
The gray rapo was now truly alone and everyday it's heart became more and more black. It turned into a monster... Taking form of the very drawing he made of him and creator.
The world itself began to become a black blob...
The creator no longer had any of his memories... They were shrouded in shadow...
The raposa themselves as a species became more and more dark. A cry of one rapo brought a shred of light into the creators memory. A vision of a wooden figurine coming into thought...
"This mannequin is important... but I can't remember why..."
The boy painted the mannequin with his own imagination... The mannequin opened its eyes and very childishly looked at his new home.
The raposa being as dark as they were stared at the child as if it were a pathetic attempt at life.
The wooden figure with curiosity made its way outside and admired the white soft flakes falling from the sky. A smile grew across its face and unable to hold in its excitement, it danced in the snow.
This shed a bit more light to the creators foggy mind...
"What does this remind me of?..."
The creator put the mannequin out on his own adventures. Watching the wooden creature gave the boy a pain... What was it? He couldn't figure out...
Wilfre found himself wandering back into town. His body had become a shadow of its former self. He matched the blackness that covered the once perfect world... The mannequin being a curious child was drawn to the uniqueness of the shadow rapo. It was the first time the mannequin had been shown such hatred.
"Stupid weak mannequin who can't do anything to stop me..."
The words stabbed the wooden beast in the heart. This is the first time it ever felt pain... The pain brought a loneliness...
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