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『𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗕𝗼𝘆 𝖨𝗇 𝗣𝗮𝗷𝗮𝗺𝗮'𝘀』

𝗕𝗘𝗢𝗠𝗝𝗨𝗡 𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗧

Plot summary: The boy in pink and white pajamas has been trapped in an unknown place for as long as he can remember. The place he named The Endless, since he journeyed endlessly through the luscious forests, vulgar seas, and dry deserts, folowed by a fox named Yeonjun. He realized that his health was declining by the day, and he knew what was to happen to him.

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In a hazy daze, he made his way through the stormy weather, clutching the canidae tightly to prevent it from injuring itself on their journey.

The excessive amount of wind nearly blew them across the mountain, killing them with no remorse. It was an arduous task they had been faced with; however, the boy in pink and white pajamas never questioned the task at hand.

He was uncertain about whether he had to keep venturing further into the Endless or simply stay where he had been set.

Balls of wet sand clumped up together, smearing all over the male's upper body, incidentally being inhaled and roughly coughed out.

Yeonjun tucked his face into the crook of the male's neck, feeling obligated to keep the male safe and to be his savior.

The howling winds had no conclusion, endlessly howling out their pent-up emotions, telling the story with full force.

A story they were not able to obtain verbally, but through experience. What they were experiencing at this current moment was them living through its tale. Reliving the past events that once ocurred in this very spot, yet if the wind was not an appealing answer to how they knew the story, perhaps it was the evidence found nearby, such as mummified bodies, decayed arms, pieces of worn-out clothing, ragged armor, dried-up blood, and swords covered in blood from years and years.

Not at all stunned by what was displayed around the mountains, but more for the fact of how they were not taken by the gruesome winds.

Sights such as these were no longer peculiar to him or to Yeonjun. On his long, long, long journey, he has come to know that these ancient ruins, heavenly gardens, diamond mines, rogue oceans, and hot savannahs were all filled with stories that he had to uncover.

Every day, he came across new adventures, new stories, new knowledge. One of those many adventures was when he stumbled upon the black, ferocious fox.

He was untamed, meaning he was vicious, angered.

Getting the canidae to have some sort of liking for him took ages. The pajamaed boy would never complain about the fox's misdeeds, which he had a tendency doing, but instead he tamed him with the little knowledge he had.

He was unable to speak since he was mute, but the only word he was ever able to say was...

"Yeonjun..." The boy whimpered, feeling his lungs being filled with sand more and more until he became full.

Collapsing onto the stony ground of the mountain, he violently coughed and sobbed uncontrollably.

This wasn't uncommon; he had broken down in utter misery from his lack of understanding and the frustration he felt towards his acquired task; however, he hid most of it.

He felt lost.

He felt worthless.

Was this mission even worthwhile?

Yeonjun seemed to have been harshly alerted by what had been taking place, so he pulled the male by his teeth towards a mini cave.

It seemed the pajamaed boy had missed sight of it as he began losing oxygen. The toxic fumes of sand, dust, and everything else that flew unceremoniously in the air prevented him from clearly focusing on what he had to do.

His eyes were bloodshot from the amount of fine sand rammed between them, causing them to become crispy and awfully painful. His skin was being torn apart, and blood covered his once milky white skin.

After years of traveling, he had never come to these parts of the Endless—for unknown reasons—but now that he has finally arrived, he wishes to had long given up. This pain was not worth the experience; the agony of knowing he had failed was another one atop the pile.

This mission was never going to be completed; he was conscious of that since day one, but his impulsive thoughts felt the urge to do as it pleased, and for years on end, he has been doing that just fine. Now his mission went downhill, crashing roughly into a whirlpool, being sucked in deeper and deeper to never exist again.

As his mind went from all these unwanted thoughts, his beloved sidekick/best friend Yeonjun patiently sat by his side, awaiting the coughing to subside so he could tend to his side.

The canidae was an illicit drug he desired so badly in this outlandish world. The only dreadful thing was the fact that he had no clue about anything going on. As seen previously, all human life was conquered by the world itself, but for odd reasons, the pajamaed boy stood tall above the rest.

This world was full of lies; strange illusions filled his mind, like an addiction he was drawn to it, yet at the same time he wanted to escape.

This strange addiction had him going on more adventures, uncovering secrets meant to stay hidden, and facing the harsh reality of said world.

In this dark world lie many secrets; in this world, he was the ringleader, or to some degree. He was oppressed to silence, muting him forevermore, until one day he met Yeonjun. The numbness and unbearable pain he once felt subsided into the darkness of this world. His silence only curing partially as he spoke one word.

Though the fox was not his savior, nor was he his own savior either.

There were moments where he felt like he needed to disappear, to be lost and forgotten. The veiled mask he once wore drew his smile incorrectly, covering it in pure crimson blood.

The crack that had formed in his heart spread to great lengths and ended once he was no more.

He felt his body deteriorate with each passing day. The canidae became aware of it's caregiver's condition; however, being an animal, it could not save him.

The pajamaed boy felt controlled, manipulated by the True ringleader of said world, controlling his movements by a mere string, almost like a puppet.

As if in slow motion, the world turned backwards, reciting the tale of those who have failed their mission, displaying their failures, though not verbally or through images. The Endless night, the endless journey, the endless darkness filled the world in despair, and the pajamaed boy sought freedom. He needed to feel alive, to feel like a person, a mammal, or whatever he was born to be.

He needed his mask to be repaired, for his fake smile to be made of porcelain instead of blood, for his eyes to be full instead of squinted with tears.

Intoxicated by his lost desire to feel true happiness, he lost himself, he lost Yeonjun, he lost the mission.

As if going round and round on a carousel, he became dizzy.

The sound of familiar laughter rang in his ears, filled with pure bliss.

Red eyes stared back at him in the distance from the unknown.

This world was long over, killed, deprived of life.

The inevitable truth of what awaits him on the other side was questioning.

Turning this sad world monochrome.

Numb, depressed, crushed.

Dark skies purloined of color or life.

A mission that had no meaning or effect.

Depression that had become expandable.

In the confines of an unknown world, he laid himself to rest one last time.

Like smoke from an abandoned fire, his life floated in the air.

With labored breathing, the pajamaed boy turned his head in the canidae's direction, witnessing the pain he had caused the poor animal.

He knew what was about to happen, so did Yeonjun. He knew that his time was no longer stretching; it had been stretched so far that it began tearing at the seams.

The pain would subside, and his rotten tree stump would be torn out, only for a new seed to be planted in it's stead. His black skies will once again be overtaken by pastels, just like that fateful evening.

That marvelous day that he seemed to vividly remember, although not remembering his personal experience.

The ferris wheel at exactly 5:33 p.m.

Before the orange magic in the sky ends, at that moment, can you feel the rush?

He vividly recalled those words being spoken to him by someone, a male with pink locks that at some point, was dyed blonde.

That memory was the only thing he remembered of his life before arriving in this hell.

The ferris wheel at exactly 5:33 p.m.

This world he wanted to be dragged out of.

Yeonjun nudged his arm with his snout, whimpers exiting his throat.

The pajamaed boy smiled.

The canidae persisted, pulling on his pink and white pajamas with it's sharp teeth.

The pajamaed boy smiled.

It wailed exclusively for him.

The pajamaed boy smiled.

It's wails amplified.

The pajamaed boy smiled.

It's wails died down, realizing it's attempts were futile, just like the pajamaed boy's forlorn attempts at fighting.

The walls he had constructed for himself were slowly crumbling, as was his mask.

It peeled off so easily as he witnessed the canidae sob from heartbreak.

The thick walls broke, and he sobbed.

Not like those times when he simply broke down. Now he was broken-shattered in fact-as he screamed out in pain, which was in vain.

His mask was no longer in sight, the blood was spreading, and his eyes squinted with tears flowing like a river.

His wails slowed down after a while, feeling exhausted, feeling empty, feeling ready to leave.

Taking one last glance at himself and the canidae, he smiled genuinely.

"T-tha-nk y-y-yo-u Yeon-jun." He spoke.

For the very first time, he spoke a full sentence.

Somehow, understanding the mesmerizing scene, the canidae nuzzled into his neck, forcing away the effect it had on the animal.

The pajamaed boy smiled, slowly lifting his arms and holding the heartbroken animal.

"Yeonjun." He breathed his last breath with a smile stuck on his face, dropping his hands on his side's but never once dropping his smile.

He was declared dead.

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ᴡᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ʟɪɢʜᴛ sᴏ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛ. ᴛʜᴇ sᴇɴsᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʀᴍ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ʜɪᴛ ʜɪs ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sᴏᴏɴ ʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ sᴛᴀʀᴛ.

Looking left and right, he froze, noticing he was an occupant in a hospital room. His heart began racing rapidly, and his eyes widened to the size of two perfectly rounded buttons. Just what could have happened for him to end up here?

He couldn't point a finger on how this all happened, but one thing put him in a corner-far enough to stay there and hide for all eternity. Somehow, he... couldn't remember his own name. He couldn't remember what was going on around him; he couldn't remember anything anymore. It hit him like a tidal wave that he wasn't aware of all these things, and suddenly he heard a tray being dropped to the ground.

He lifted his head up and saw a man staring at him, as if he were so surprised to see him. From his perspective, the man was dashingly handsome with his glasses on. Maybe a little nerdy, but there was no issue with that. All he could really think about was how the man was on the verge of tears before quickly dashing off somewhere, screaming, He's awake. Quickly call a doctor.

That was the start of his new mission called life.

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This is an old story so I hope you enjoyed it at least a little bit.

#beomjun #yeongyu #txt fanfic #sad stories #tw death #rebirth

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