On October 1, 1989, 43 women around the world give birth simultaneously, despite none of them showing any sign of pregnancy until labor began. Seven of the children are adopted by eccentric billionaire Sir Reginald Hargreeves, and turned into a superhero team in what he calls "The Umbrella Academy". Hargreeves gives the children numbers rather than names, but they eventually are named by their nanny robot-mother, Grace, as: Luther, Diego, Allison, Klaus, Number Five (his only name), Ben and Vanya and Veronica.

Disclaimer:

all rights remain to, The Umbrella Academy's directors and Producers Jeremy Slater and Steve Blackman aswell as Gerard Way, and of course its composer Jeff Russo.

I have only rights to Veronica Hargreeves and her storyline.

This is a Netflix adaption.

Thanks

Jason lost his parent early on and he had to survive in a world he couldn´t even see...

Living in the age of martial arts and soul bonds under the constant thread of nature, magical beasts, and foreign races, humanity suffered many setbacks.

Being blind and left alone at an early age Jason was one of the unfortunate children which suffered from the social hierarchy of the new ages.

Forced to mature early his train of thought was different from other children and he didn´t mind derogatory reviews about him.

Nobody wanted a weakling and a cripple as a friend as one had to improve oneself to survive outside the safe cities, where ferocious beasts, foreign intelligent races, and devasting natural disasters raged.

The day he awoke his soul was the day he cried in desperation but God played tricks with him as his soul-awakening was a blessing in disguise.

Nobody would have thought that Jason´s eyes weren't crippled, rather his eyes had yet to accumulate enough mana to awaken.

Follow Jason on his adventurous journey throughout the vast world







Note: 
-This is my first try to write a book/novel. I would be grateful for reviews and much criticism :D

-Slow-paced...Don´t expect devasted landscapes by a snap with one´s finger early on.(I want the readers to understands the Mc´s hardships a.s.o)

-My main language is not English, please be patient with me.

-I know the beginning is written relatively bad and boring. Sorry :P

-Length of each chapter are always around 1300 words +-

-I don't own the cover. I only edited it.
If you are a designer please write me a message and I´ll change the cover.
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Losing his parent early on, he had to survive in a world he couldn't even see...

Blind and left alone, he was seen as a parasite by the social hierarchy of the new ages filled with martial arts and soulbonds

Forced to mature early his train of thought was different from his peers as he didn´t mind derogatory reviews about him.

The day he awoke his soul was the day he cried in desperation while God played tricks with him as his soul-awakening was a blessing in disguise.

Nobody would have ever imagined that he was neither blind nor a parasite until the final moment, he opened his golden eyes that flickered brightly, eagerly waiting to devour everyone daring to obstruct his path towards the summit.

Follow Jason on his adventurous journey throughout the vast universe filled with miraculous sceneries and mysterious beings.

Some readers might not like information, but I do!
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*This is my first novel, please bear that in mind. I appreciate all kinds of sincere advice and comments*
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This is a non-fiction work. based on an incident I had when attending a family gathering. I found this very amusing and thus, I am sharing it today.

( This auxiliary chapter contains spoilers, read at your own risk )
( New powers and information will be added here in the future. Those that are already here are the things decided for him in the future.)
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Name: Kumagawa Misogi
Age: 6(Currently) - (Spoiler) 15(2° world)
Race(Big Spoiler): C u r s e d S p i r i t
Mental Status: Normal-Strange(Unstable)
Alignment: Neutral-Chaotic
Personality: In development. Kumagawa currently has a personality of the kind who does what he wants, at the time he wants. You cannot understand people's desire or even less how to communicate correctly with these people.
Story: To Be Revealed.
Friends(Spoiler): Dust, Chara, Sukuna and Mahito.
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Powers(Spoilers):
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[ All Fiction ] - Allows Kumagawa to deny aspects of reality; to make anything 'nothing'. Because of this, he can undo anything that has been damaged and therefore has no qualms about being destructive.
*Variations (spoiler)
[ April Fiction ] - Kumagawa can erase anything and bring anything erased back within 5 minutes.
[ Non-fiction ] - By achieving a personality change, your All Fiction is modified to become 'Non-fiction' for an unknown period of time. It allows Kumagawa to bring back all that was considered 'lost'.
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[ Book Maker ] - When Kumagawa activates [ Book Maker ] his screws become as big as a sword, and gain a sign of - at the top. All stabbed by this type of screw has EVERYTHING reduced to the level of Kumagawa. Although the bolt needs to pierce the victim to take effect, the damage to the body is nearly zero; Kumagawa labels the Book Maker as a skill that only soils the heart.
* Technique(Spoiler)
[ Leg Eating Forest ] - Kumagawa covers the floor with flat end screws, forcing both himself and his opponents to balance on top of them. Though the screws are not Sharp, the Weight alone can still cause heavy Damage should someone Fall. However, in truth, all the screws are Book Maker screws; their heads are Buried so that his opponent cannot distinguish them from his other screws.
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[ Soul of Fear ] - Whenever Kumagawa feels fear, he will grow stronger. The Force added to itself is permanent, thanks to currently unknown effects.
*Techniques(spoiler)
[ F.E.A.R. Weapon ] - Creates a weapon that can do anything Kumagawa wants and imagines, is extremely useful for capturing souls. Everything killed by the F.E.A.R. weapon has only two fates. The first is to have half your strength absorbed by Kumagawa when Kumagawa devours that person's soul. The second is to become an eternal slave of Kumagawa when Kumagawa fuses that person's soul to his F.E.A.R.
[ FEAR ] - When the skill is used Kumagawa's opponent is paralyzed for a whole minute living his worst nightmares and fear. All fear generated by the person while living his nightmares is absorbed by Kumagawa, making him stronger and healing him in general (resistance, magic, and mind). Healing only works if fear is generated through this Ability.
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Other skills and abilities(Spoiler)
[ Lack of Presence ] - Kumagawa erases his Aura, becoming 'non-existent' for others. Kumagawa can still interact and do whatever he wants, but no one can notice him, it's like he doesn't exist.
[ Imagination Manifestation ] - Kumagawa can manifest his imagination in physical form. With this anything can be created in exchange for a fair amount of Magic.
[ Combat Expert ] - Thanks to hundreds of defeats and studies, Kumagawa knows perfectly someone's physical abilities just by looking at her. He can easily aim precisely at the opponents' weaknesses to defeat them with a single blow.
[ Superhuman Physiology ] - Kumagawa's Most frightening trait is his tenacity; no Matter how Many times he is Beaten down, he Always gets back up due largely to his history of losing at Everything, meaning he can easily Shrug off any Kind of beating. Even without All Fiction, Kumagawa is capable of Bouncing back from injuries that would Cripple other Humans for months.
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The story focuses on 'Kumagawa Misogi', a 6-year-old with a bizarre mentality.

Through a contract, Kumagawa is thrown through the Multiverse in search of entertainment for himself and with the goal of entertaining the higher being who made his journey possible.

And now with only basic knowledge provided to him by this 'higher being', Kumagawa must turn to survive and have as much fun as possible in these worlds, while trying to entertain his 'supporter'.

( The story contains 'age progression', as the story progresses the MC also ages. Until the 2° or 3° world he must be about 15 to 18 years old. )
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I don't own the following works: Chainsaw Man, Medaka Box, Fairy Tail, Undertale and Jujutsu Kaisen. All credits reserved to their respective authors. 
Aside from the main character, I do not own any of the characters.

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- The work is not a harem, I plan to make the main character with 2 girls at max (uncertain about who the second one will be, highly likely to stay with only one.)

- The work has a slow pacing, I don't wish to make it progress too quickly.

- Torture, cannibalism, rape and many other scenes will be highly likely in the work. It's a dark work, so be careful before reading.

- This is the first work I'm posting in this site, so I warn you that I'm not a great writer, I'm still learning.

- English is not my native language, so naturally there can be errors in writing.

fan fic·tion
noun
noun: fanfiction
fiction written by a fan of, and featuring characters from, a particular TV series, movie, etc.
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Fan fiction or fanfiction (also abbreviated to fan fic, fanfic, fic or ff) is fictional writing written by fans, commonly of an existing work of fiction. The author uses copyrighted characters, settings, or other intellectual properties from the original creator(s) as a basis for their writing. Fan fiction ranges from a couple of sentences to an entire novel, and fans can both keep the creator's characters and settings and/or add their own. It is a form of fan labor. Fan fiction can be based on any fictional (and sometimes non-fictional) subject. Common bases for fan fiction include novels, movies, bands, and video games.
Fan fiction is rarely commissioned or authorized by the original work's creator or publisher and is rarely professionally published. It may infringe on the original author's copywrite, depending on the jurisdiction and on legal questions such as whether or not it qualifies as "fair use". Attitudes of authors and copyright owners of original works to fan fiction have ranged from indifference to encouragement to rejection. Copyright owners have occasionally responded with legal action.
The term came into use in the 20th century as copyright laws began to delineate between stories using established characters that were authorized by the copyright holder and those that were not.
Fan fiction is defined by being related to its subject's canonical fictional universe, either staying within those boundaries but not being of the canon itself, or else branching outside of it into an alternate universe. Thus, what is "fanon" is separate from what is canon. Fan fiction is often written and published within circles of fans, and therefore would usually not cater to readers who have no knowledge of the original fiction.
- Wikipedia

Gabriella "Gabby" Mckenzie feels like her life is full of screwups. So she decides to go to Japan to commit suicide in the Suicide Forest. But her best friend, Abby, wants her to go on a cross country trip with her before she commits suicide. On this trip, she meets new friends and experience many things that may change her for the better. (I'm doing it in script format)

Mission - SSS+ (This quest will affect the Continent of Kolyma.) 
Find Evidence of the Laurentian's Potential Attack on Kolyma
Time - 1 day
Rewards:
??? 

Additional Quest:
Get a recording of the Laurentian's speaking about their attack. 
Time - 1 day
Rewards:
???

Additional Quest:
Kill all the soldiers, and destroy all of their war supplies and warships. 
Time - 1 day
Rewards:
???

Additional Quest: 
Assassinate the general of the Laurentian's military base
Time - 1 day
Rewards:
???

Tang Yao promptly accepted the mission, without any hesitation. 

"I wish you the best of luck, the continent of Kolyma is depending on you," said John before leaving. 

Tang Yao immediately used Extremely Unreasonable Super Fast Accelerated High-Speed Movement to fly towards the military base. Tang Yao stopped roughly 200 miles away from the military base, to avoid detection. He could hear and see everything clearly, with his Observation S Haki. However, the problem was that he couldn't get within visible range, or hearing for the camera to work. 

He couldn't remember any skills that would let an object work beyond its range either, so his only choice was to move closer. The problem with that was that he didn't know how to hide his presence. 

After contemplating, for a little bit, he decided to create another skill from the anime Medaka Box, since they all had unreasonably OP skills. 
He decided to create All Fiction.

All Fiction: 
The power to erase another from existence, however, once something is erased it can no longer come back, as it has become Fiction.   

"Too bad if I erase my presence I can't bring it back, WAIT A MINUTE if I erase my presence even if I start yelling will anyone notice me? There's a huge flaw in that plan. Hmmm... What to do, I'm pretty sure All Fiction works on anything I can see." said Tang Yao, while trying to figure out, a way to complete his task. 

"I'm so stupid, sometimes, I'll just erase all the soldier's from existence, and when no-one is left, I can take picture evidence, though I'm not too sure about the recordings. It should be sufficient enough," said Tang Yao, while praising himself for coming up with such a brilliant idea. 

When Tang Yao was creating the skill, the people had Reverie HQ's was freaking out. 

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HQ
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"FUCK WHAT THE HELL IS THIS ALL FICTION?" shouted a middle-aged man. 

"WE CAN NOT ALLOW HIM TO CREATE THAT SKILL!" said another man. 

"We were already being nice, by allowing to create that skill called encounter or whatever, making him pretty much invincible. But NOW!? He wants to create a skill, that will allow him to erase anything from existence?!" exclaimed another man. 

"No! No! NO! We need to limit that skill, it is just simply to Godly." said one of them. 

"Your right, but how? Perhaps we should make it so he slowly unlocks it." said a man. 

"Right, Right quick, let's get on it." said one of the men, before all of them started working like a mad man. 

=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Back In-Game
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[Skill Created]
Non - Fiction - Godly
Allows the user to erase anything from existence, and bring them back at any time if the user wills it. Max erasure time is 1 day. 
Level 0/10
Exp 0/1000
Cool Down - None

"Oh, I wasn't expecting this, maybe I don't have to erase all of the soldiers from existence," said Tang Yao in a disappointed voice, "Well, I'm gonna do it anyway!"

"But, first let's get this evidence, before anything else," said Tang Yao, before erasing his presence and entering the base.

While flying above the base, he took loads of pictures of the base (I don't need to explain this do I.) Afterward, Tang Yao walked casually towards the huge building in the center of the islands, since no-one could detect his presence, he even attempted to say hi, to some of the soldiers but none of them responded to him. 

"Damn, this is amazing, I can even slap them, and they wouldn't even notice me," said Tang Yao. 

After entering the base, he conveniently found a conference room with several people discussing the plan to attack the Kolyma continent, in which he recorded the whole session. 

Tang Yao went up to the person who was giving the run-down and gave him a wedgie. All of a sudden all of the people in the conference room looked eyes on Tang Yao. 'Wait a minute, they can't see me can they?' thought Tang Yao

"What happened to your underwear general?" asked one of the middle-aged men in the conference. 

"Wasn't it always like this?" asked the person called general in a bewildered voice. 

"PFTT AHAHAH!" Tang Yao started laughing crazily. 

"Man this non-fiction skill is amazing!" shouted Tang Yao

[You have restored your presence with Non-Fiction] 

At this moment, everyone was now staring at Tang Yao. 

It was at this moment, he knew... he fucked up...

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Only 1 chapter today, I'm busy,
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This is the story of Tang Yao, and how he rode to fame in the famous game called Reverie.

Tang Yao is a high school student, that is a bit out of the ordinary. He is an expert at martial arts, and an extremely intelligent child. However, he moved to America when was 8 years old, due to his grandpa dying after falling down the stairs. His parents moved to America because, they wanted Tang Yao to give up martial arts and to stop practicing them. Which  led to enmity between them, the only people that Tang Yao cares about is his slightly obese friend Alexander, and his dear sister Jie Yao. Tang Yao lives, a leisure life without having to worry much about food, or money. However all of that will change, after both his parents experience a fatal car crash...  

[Watch out for spelling, or grammar mistakes. Apologies in advance =) Please Enjoy!] 

This is also more of a comedic novel, so if you don't like that. Well... that kinda sucks, but its your loss.

***Quick Note, there will probably be a lot of profanity used.***

Also PS this story is about an insanely op charcter, if you dont like that then this story is not for you. Like really OP


Happy Birthday, mommy. 
This one's for you.

With all my love,
Agatha
What happens when a non-fiction writer meets Mr. Fiction himself? The one person who will show her the other side of the world, a place that defies all her rules, where reality and fantasy collide, solving the mystery of her past. The one person she couldn't remember becomes the man she can't live without.
Julie St. Matthews is a New York Times bestseller. She collects people's experiences and turns them into words in her books.
She believes fairy tales and myths are meant for children; none of them are real. At least not to her knowledge that is, until she found a mysterious love letter in the attic one day signed with,
"Love, Mr. Fiction". 
The man who was the epitome of all things she never believed. 
Before she knew it, she was dancing with him in the dark; moving in a way that she never knew was possible. Slowly but surely, she let herself get pulled into the other side by the enchanting stranger.

 Zane-Ashburn made it back to the house but decided not to go in. Mother would ask too many questions and he couldn't explain if he didn't even know what he saw. He turned and walked down the street that led to town. He didn't like being around lots of people, but the Library required its sacrifices. He walked through the old wooden doorway and he was greeted with the smell of old books and the sound of silence. He calmed down a bit and soon felt as relaxed as he could for someone who had just been turned into a goose. 
"Hello, Zane," The librarian said as he walked through the door  
"Greetings, Miss Iris," Zane-Ashburn said with a little wave.  
"What brings you here?  
"Just the usual. Looking for something to read. Do you happen to know anything good about codes and mysteries?"  
"I do. I think you might enjoy Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle. It's in fiction, something I know you don't usually like to read but, it's quite like a guide to solving mysteries. But you can always look in the non-fiction for some information on codes  
"Sure, thanks. I'll take a look," He said. Miss Iris was his favorite person, despite not liking people in general She was helpful and gave him interesting book suggestions. He stared at her soft features and curly brown hair that was tied half up in a messy bun. Her creamy brown skin was flawless and added to her beauty. Her face is so interesting to look at, Zane-Ashburn thought as he walked away. First, he went to the fiction. Here, he felt out of his comfort zone. He didn't like magic and strange phenomena, and he didn't particularly find the stories to be informative or helpful, so he stuck to non-fiction. Nevertheless, He trusted Miss Iris so he thought he should try it out. He scanned the shelves of books with authors whose last names began with D and soon found what he was looking for. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. He picked it up and inspected the blue hard-back cover with shiny gold writing. He turned it over and read the back: 
"My name is Sherlock Holmes. It is my business to know what other people don't know."  
Interesting. Zane-Ashburn thought and continued reading.  
"The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes first introduced Arthur Conan Doyle's brilliant detective to the readers of The Strand Magazine. The runaway success of this series prompted a second set of stories, The Memoirs. In these twenty-three tales, collected here in one volume, you have some of the best detective yarns ever penned. In his consulting room at 221B Baker Street, the master sleuth receives a stream of clients all presenting him with baffling and bizarre mysteries to unravel. There is, for example, the man who is frightened for his life because of the arrival of an envelope containing five orange pips (seeds); there is the terrified woman who is aware that her life is in danger and cannot explain the strange whistling sounds she hears in the night, and there is the riddle of the missing butler and the theft of an ancient treasure. In the last story, there is the climactic battle between Holmes and the act enemy, 'the Napoleon of Crime' Professor Moriarty. Holmes, with trusty Watson by his side, is equal to these and the other challenges in this splendid collection."  
Zane-Ashburn finished reading and everything stopped. He analyzed the words in his head, and one could say that his curiosity was piqued. He took the book and went straight to his favorite spot in the library. There was a large leather chair in front of a brick fireplace. It was cozy and his small body could curl up and read for hours. He read the first words and was soon absorbed in the greatness that is fiction. Zane-Ashburn was so involved in reading that he didn't realize that the sun had started to go down. In that time, he had finished reading The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes and, much to his dismay, the next book was checked out of the library so he wandered over to the non-fiction section and found a couple books on bird calls and their meanings. He had a very good memory. It wasn't as good as Sherlock's, but it was still good. If a memory was old enough, he had to search for it. He had found that Sherlock Holmes had to do the same thing. His "mind palace," as he called it. Zane-Ashburn memorized the meanings of the bird calls, but he had difficulty hearing the calls in his head. He needed to investigate further. But that meant playing more games. And that meant possibly getting eaten by Margarie. He didn't want that to happen, but his curiosity was endless. He supposed he would just have to learn to survive the games. His train of thought stopped suddenly. Hold on… how do these games even work? How in the world was I turned into a goose? What other games are played? What do they do? He thought. He searched his mind for an answer and a thought came to him. He ran to another section he never went into, the children's section. He just started looking when suddenly, there was a loud yell.  
"AAASSSSHHH" It was the voice of Gill. Zane-Ashburn sighed and looked over the railing towards the entrance where Anabelle and Gill stood. His brother waved and Zane-Ashburn scowled at him and made a shushing gesture. He made his way down the stairs and out the doors, not waiting for his siblings.  
"Ash-"   
"Processing."  
"What?"  
"I'm still processing."  
Gill looked down. "Oh."   
His older brother reacted differently to the games than he expected. He, for one, actually enjoyed them. He was quick and rarely ever got hurt. He didn't appreciate it when Margarie ate Garrith, though. Maybe tomorrow will be different. He agreed with the group that they should play something more toned down tomorrow. Something like wax museum or mafia where they didn't run around in terror. That is, if Zane-Ashburn decided to come again. Gill knew his brother well. He knew that curiosity got the best of him, so he was likely to come outside again. They walked home the rest of the way in silence.  
The next morning, Zane-Ashburn didn't wake up to his normal alarm of Anabelle. He got out of bed and looked around the small room. Both their beds were empty. He walked out into the kitchen It was silent.   
"Mom?" he called. No answer. He found a note on the small wooden table. It read, "Zane, I have gone into town for the day and your siblings are outside. – Mother"  
Zane-Ashburn quickly got dressed and walked outside. He walked through the woods, remembering the path he had walked yesterday. He eventually stumbled out on the soft green grass where the sun shone through a hole in the canopy. Gill and Anabelle were sitting on the grass, counting in sync. Gill opened his eyes and grinned his reckless grin.  
"I told you he'd come," He said, stopping the counting. Anabelle's eyes opened and she looked up.   
"Hello," she said happily with a smile. "We're playing Hide and seek!" Her voice became quiet and her eyes went wide.   
  "Watch me seek," She stood up and her hands rose to her mouth to let out a loud bird call.   
  "Chicka-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee." Zane-Ashburn recognized it as the chickadees' danger call. It basically meant that something was hunting them down. Suddenly, large foxlike ears grew out of Anabelle's skull and a small amount of blood dripped down her blond hair. She grimaced but it was quickly covered with a grin of excitement.   
"Ready?" she asked Gill.  
Gill pulled out a pocket watch. "Go." 
 Anabelle sprinted off through the forest making yipping noises as she went out of sight.  
"What the-," Zane-Ashburn said, mystified. "Ears...?"  
"Yeah," Gill said. "They help you hear. You get massive headaches after the game though."  
Zane-Ashburn looked at him, concerned. "So, how do things like this happen? I'm pretty sure it's not normal for ears to grow out of your head or to turn into geese."  
"Honestly, I have no idea. I don't even remember when we started playing the games. They seem to only be magical if I'm around. Sometimes they go wrong though. Milly and Mia get the worst of it. Poor Mia still coughs up feathers from duck, duck, goose. That's why she didn't play yesterday. It's like... the games punish them for losing or something. They are bad at a lot of them. Now that I think about it, I should probably give them some pointers..."  
Suddenly, there was a loud scream that came from the woods behind them and a giant flock of birds flew up from the trees.  
"What was that?" Zane-Ashburn asked, worried.  
"Oh, that's probably just Margarie being dramatic again. She likes to disturb the forest animals. That's one of the reasons bears and things don't come after us. Anabelle must've found her." Moments later, Margarie came out of the woods, looking annoyed and holding her arm that had a 6-year-old bite mark on it that was bleeding.  
"The little savage bit me too hard this time," she grumbled under her breath. She tore a bit off her dress and wrapped the bite. "Well, that's the first time I have been out this quickly."  
Gill grinned, clearly proud of his little sister. "The only one who can get you out."  
She glared at him and sat down near a tree.   
"Now we wait," Gill said. One by one, more kids came out of the forest, starting with a slightly annoyed Tucson, who was closely followed by a fuming Phoenix. He hated losing. They also had bite marks somewhere on them. They weren't as bad as Margarie's, but they were still pronounced. A while later, Mira came out, her long hair had leaves in it as if she had hidden in a tree. She looked like she was about to cry as she tried to investigate the bite on her shoulder. Then she looked around.   
"I lasted this long?" her face broke out into a wide smile. "Wow, this is rare." She sat down a little way away from Gill and Zane-Ashburn, looking proud of herself. It was a long time before anyone else came out, but eventually, Arizona revealed himself, with a condescending smile. He looked over at his brothers, raised both arms in the air, and said, "I am superior!" Phoenix and Tucson rolled their eyes and laughed. Phoenix stood up and whacked Arizona upside the head, to which Ari gave a look of mock surprise before dragging him to where they were sitting. Mira had a look of realization and stood up suddenly. "Milly won!" she said in disbelief and soon after, Milieta and Anabelle walked out, both laughing. Anabelle's big ears had disappeared, and she looked tired from her senses being sharpened. Mira ran up to her sister and hugged her tightly. "You won! I'm so proud," she said happily.  
"And because you won," Gill said, looking at Milieta. "You get to choose the next game. So, what say ye?"  
Zane-Ashburn worried that Milieta's moment of pride might lead her to choose a… not so safe game. Nonetheless, he was going to play these games and figure out what was making these children turn into animals and such.  
"Well, there are so many options! Does anyone have ideas?" Milieta took her hands out of her huge sweatshirt. Everyone took a moment of contemplation.  
"How about Fox at Midnight?" The triplets chanted together. Their smiles growing like the Cheshire Cat's. They all huddled together with their fingers crossed, hoping that their vote might count for more since they were in 3's.  
Everyone's eyes lit up at the idea of this game. As per usual, Zane-Ashburn had no idea what this game entailed and so he opted out of voting.   
"All for Fox at Midnight, say aye!" Gill announced.  
"Aye!" cried the triplets, unsurprisingly.  
"Aye!" smiled Milieta and Mira.  
"Aye!" Margarie's eyes connected with Zane-Ashburn's as she grinned her evil grin.  
"Aye!" Annabelle's voice was the most recognizable. She sounded like a high-pitched, joyful fairy.   
"Zane-Ashburn?" Gill faced him, and everyone else followed suit.  
Zane-Ashburn froze. He had no idea what this game was and what the danger level could have been. Uneducated guessing had led to many bad choices in history. He wasn't about to join that monumentally stupid group.  
"C-Can someone describe it first?" he nervously stuttered, his awkward smile appearing. Milieta and Mira both giggled, as did Margarie, but of course Margarie's smile was in a completely different tone.   
"Fox at Midnight is like Red Light, Green Light, but instead, the person at the front is not a traffic cop, but a fox. The goal of everyone else is the touch the fox without them seeing you move. If they do see you, the prey, move, they deserve the right to punish you in a form of their choice, ranging from them letting you go to eating you. Margarie is barred from eating anyone," he shot a glare in her direction and she gave a toothy grin, "but, everyone else can choose their punishment. If you touch the fox, and they do not catch you, you become the fox and the new round starts. We play for as many people as we have. Not everyone will get a turn."  
Zane-Ashburn soaked in the information, knowing this was a terrible idea deep in his gut. Regardless, he said it: 
"Aye."  
"Let the games begin!"

What if children's games were real? What if, ashes ashes we all fell down?  What if when you were tagged, you really were IT? Any normal person might wonder why these games are played, or what they mean, eventually passing it off as "just a game", but, dear reader, whether you are a child or an adult, understand that these are not just games. They are the difference between life and death, inclusion, and exclusion, and most importantly, your ability to survive.  

Read as Zane-Ashburn and his friends the Children of the Moon leave England and discover life is beyond their imagination's limits!

Co-Written with my friend Izzy! Remember to give them credit as well!

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