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Your character exists in a timeline where everyone eventually became consumed by Insanity. Everything is grey now, chaotic and bleak. All you can hear are the voices, and the voices of the Queens that reside over you, lording over everything you do. You exist just a little better than a worker bee. Regardless of if you are Human, Halloween, or Horsemen, you are simply broken remains of yourself, mutated beyond recognition. A claw, hand, arms, limbs, everything has merged together in a distorted shattered world. All else you can interpret as you please, including roles and canon. You are only writing your character's POV but you can borrow NPCs and any players characters you got permission from.

Sometimes, if he thought about it long enough, he still held regrets.

Regrets weren't a bad thing, he had once decided - long ago, long enough that he no longer remembered when it was that he had made this particular decision. Regrets served a specific purpose - to remind you of what you should and shouldn't have done. Sparrow had tried to live most of his life without them, of course - he didn't like the feeling of something hanging over his head, like he had forgotten to do something particular.

Regrets, however, have a way of eating one from the inside out.

It was a particularly apt description, all things considered. He sat, half sunken into the grey of the world beneath his feet, buried in chaos and submerged in a tangled mess of confusion.

Sometimes he could hear his own thoughts.

Sometimes he couldn't hear anything at all.

Sometimes the voices overtook him, pulled him down into their depths and drank at his sanity like water, surrounding him, burying him. He particularly liked this because it meant he wouldn't remember anything that he was trying to forget, because the blackness would encroach upon everything inside of his mind, rendering it useless.

Sometimes, when he had little control over where his thoughts went, he thought of Wren.

She was around somewhere; he knew that much, at least. But she, like him, had been overtaken by the grey, had been swallowed whole by it. He had tried to save her, had tried to push her to freedom while being drowned in it himself, but it had not worked, and they had both been captured by it.

And now they were broken.

Broken, he thought, one day when his mind seemed to work. Broken, but not entirely unfixable. Or maybe that was just wistful thinking, maybe that was just one of the voices talking to him, laughing at him, mocking him for what he had once had and would most likely never have again.

They tended to do that sometimes.

The grey slipped inside of the cracks in his skin, bleeding silver. With each movement, his body cracked and splintered like broken marble, and it was only with a great amount effort that he moved at all. He supposed it was a bad thing, to not move, but at the same time it gave him an odd sense of satisfaction because it meant that he could simply stay where he was.

Stay, and be drowned in the voices. They needled at him, drove into the thoughts in his mind and buzzed against his skull. There had once been color in his vision - Sparrow remembered seeing vibrant, brilliant blues, and sweeping cascades of greens, rich, dark browns - but now it was all faded. The brilliance had seeped from the world like water and now it was nothing but grey.

One day, Sparrow thought, as he sat there, saturated in the shades of it. One day he would break free of the Insanity that held him here.

One day is what he told himself every day, but he never remembered it.

Your character has been a minipet their entire life. They grew up in the Scarefari, where their parents told them to go to Minipet Battle School. Their hopes is to one day breed with a big, strong minipet and create beautiful children. However, on the way there are many adventures, including being bullied by stronger minipets in the Battle Arena, and nearly being sold to the Black Market, or taken to the Altar of Sacrifice. It's a cruel world in the minipet world, and not everyone is out to help them. If you are a horsemen, hunter, or student, it doesn't matter, you are a minipet, in the minipet setting (anywhere on the site is fair game for interpretation "icly"). You are only writing your character's POV but you can borrow NPCs and any players characters you got permission from.

The very last day of Minipet Battle School consisted of Sparrow deciding that he and Jack needed to spend more time being unruly and getting sent to Minipet Detention because they couldn't stop getting into trouble.