Telepathic Judas ~ db3

Ivan's Childhood

November 18th, 2016

Is bowser in the real world?

The last of week high school rolled in like a blanket of fog for every student and employee. They didn't mind it - besides three whole months of acute romance, teenage angst, and awkward memories were bound in the warmth of summer. And one gentle soul was out for those essential exepierences with another certain individual. The gentle soul's name was Maya. She had fallen into a hopeless romance with another adolsent boy in a grade a year higher, named Charles. To her this other human was more to her, He was a perfect human sent down by an omniscent being for her life long limmerence. She decided that since she made no attempt to be more then friends with her beloved perviously, she would take matters into her own hands. She decided to bribe him with gifts and treats. Afterall, to her the fastest way to man's heart was through her wallet. Maya's presents included her late grandmother's pure white stuffed bear, a few cheap snacks, a box of candies in a heart-shaped box, and a note describing her tender, mawkish feelings. The day came, the day before the last day of school. Maya bagged her gifts into an empty bag -- She wouldn't be needing her regular schoolbag because the school didn't have anything to teach -- She wore a little black dress, a classic to her wardrobe. When she eventually got to school her nerves were wrecked from anxiety, she had to calm herself down, by herself. Then she realized — What had she to fear? If someone goes to that of an extent to please you they're obviously deserving of you - At least that's what occured in Maya's morals and mannerisms. Maya then saw Charles. He was at his locker getting ready to go to class. Maya couldn't wait, she unfroze in her stance and started walking a little faster to the point where Maya could see Charles locker number. 648. The locker read 648. Maya brushed off this detail as Charles noticed her. "Hey Maya, funny seeing you here." Charles chuckled at this in a casual manner. "H-Here Charles. For you." Maya stumbled on her words and her face began to redden. She successfully gave the albino bear with the note attached and handed the food to him as she managed an awkward smile. "Thank you. A little unexpected, but thank you." Charles said this in an unpleasant tone. Maya just stood there as he began to open and then proceed to read the note. As his eyes rolled down the page he began to turn a rather pale white. When he finished he looked up at Maya and a wave of confusion and static controlled her. She ran off to her class as many things rushed through her head. "Maybe it was too clingy? Maybe writing 'From My Heart' on the front was too tacky?" All of those excuses ran through Maya as she ran to class. By the time she got to class, she sat and collasped upon the top of her desk in an attempt to end her overthinking. Maya's day continued. Over the course of the day she cursed herself because she knew the events could've went better if she just said or acted in a different, better way. Soon the school day ended and the bell rung. This broken girl had to do something about her problem. After she retrieved her useless, vacant schoolbag she walked in her crimson high heeled boots to Charles locker, he was there. She looked at him, straight in the eyes and before she could say anything she noticed something, something so small and barely visible that it wouldn't even be noticed by anyone else. Chocolate stains stained at the corners of his mouth along with the albino animal still in his locker with empty, crumbled candy wrappers. A wave of euphoria and anxiety slowly washed Maya. She uncontrolably smiled and that's when Charles spoke. "Hey, Maya. I don't understand why you ran off... But, do you wanna hang out with me and a few friends tomorrow - We're gonna go check out some abandonded cellar." Maya exclaimed in agreement. She had never been so happy. To her, everything had worked perfectly! She thought about him and her walking to the bus, thought about it getting off the bus, thought about it in her room, and certainly thought about it as she was dreaming. - The next day arrived and she smiled at Charles. Charles smiled back, but not as enthusiastic as she did. The day continued as normal and as she was talking to one of her friends the friend interrupted. "Wait you all are going to the Cellar. It's said that once the cellar doors are open a blanket of white fog will crash out the blue. The fog will be so pure that you can't see. It's said that whoever goes inside the cellar or whomever is trapped in the fog goes missing." The friend said this in a spooky, cliché tone to scare Maya. Maya didn't care and the schoolday went on. Eventually it was over and she got ready to go to go Charles' . She wore a cozy yellow hoodie along with pale white jeans. She told her mother goodbye and she rode her bike to his house. She already knew where it was since they had been friends. As she glided through the air, she admired the gloomy weather. She assumed it had rained a couple hours while she was in class and didn't hear the storm. The sun, unforantely wasn't out, but her mood was about as bright. She thought this as she started to see the boy's surburan house. As she reached the house she saw Charles and his three friends — one of them being female. But she had nothing to worry about. Afterall, Charles was probably going to introduce his new girlfriend to them. Maya walked up to Charles and his friends. "Hi Charles." Maya said this in a innocent and seductive voice. "Aye, look at who it is." Charles said this in the most casual of tones. One of the two male friends intervened. "Well, are we just gonna sit here or are we gonna go and have some summer fun." "Alright, guys. Guess Pete is too hyper to wait." Charles said this as he started towards the anticipated cellar door. Maya felt a slight slit of jealousy as charles ignored her. He was too busy talking to the female friend — The two even had the audacity to show signs of faint flirting with each other. Then Maya got cut off from this train of thought as a phrase cut through her entire body as if it was a needle through a piece of fabric. "I see that you obviously enjoyed the choclates I baked you." The female friend said this with a cunning, devilish smile. Maya wanted to pounce on her or call her out but as she tried to comprehend the events she saw the sight of a broken down, painted-peeling, house. Seemingly abandonded and unfilled of presence both in pyschical and existing in other's thoughts. Maya stared at the house, the locked-cellar-doors. The boys walked towards it and the two females followed but one of the men said "Stay here," so they did. Charles and his friends reached the ruby, shaven paint. It was barely held together by a cheap, metallic lock. Charles kneeled near the lock as one of his friends gave him wire cutters. It took a while however he was able to get the lock to break. As soon as he flung the doors open as he stood up a blanket of pale, albino fog crashed like a wave towards the group. Fearing the legend the two other boys ran and so did the girls, but Charles was hypnotized by whatever he saw at the bottom of the basement. He slowly walked into the doors like a zombie as the room consumed. Everyone but Charles made it out of the cold and damp mist. Charles and the house soon disappated into the fog. - That summer wasn't as prideful as it should've been. The summer was filled with rumors, therapy sessions, and mourning. The next year came along in the dead silence. Maya was barely recovering. Even worse was they never found Charles — They never even found the house. To add even more irony to the situation she would be in the same grade as Charles. The first day of school and Mya walked to her new locker. Number 648. She put in the code and she was shocked by the memories flooding and the general shock. She saw that same pure cotton bear, however now it was stained. She saw those empty candy wrappers which were now decayed and brittle. But the one thing that caught her eye was a letter attached to the bear that read "From The Cellar Door”

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