Board Thread:Roleplaying Board/@comment-36019869-20181207001314/@comment-26227993-20181208014637

(Night Ginger,)

I find myself floating in the cold void, I glance around scanning the silvery clouds for something abnormal.There is nothing so far, I drift around searching for my good friend the Mangle.I know that they come every night to torment other umbreons that find themsleves in this realm whether by accident or by design.

It didn't matter to Mangle what mattered to them was the informacion they could rip out of one's head.It was how they could do so much damage without lifting a claw, knoledge could destroy anything if used correctly.

I berated myself for being so guillible and falling into Mangle's trap, for becoming another puppet in theire goal of human genocide.Midnight and Nightamare had been right....the Mangle was a demon.

It had been evident from the moment they had ripped forcefully into my mind,evident from how they dragged me into situacions,put horrible ideas into my head,all those times that Mangle had beaten me,and used me.....I was stupid too blind to see what others saw.

''Now I paid the price, not with my life but with the lives of my new friends and family, everyone was at risk and it was all thanks to me.... ''

(Sorry, I got carried away)