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She settled her head and fore hooves into her mother's lap as she relaxed and let her braid ribbons into her hair.

"Mom, do you think I could run the moon run this year? I've been working on it."

"I don't know dear, you are almost old enough, but... are you sure you want to try so soon? it's hard to have to give up."

"I'm ready."

He mom stared at her a long moment and then smiled. "Well if you think you are ready dear. Though sometimes I wonder if you were born ready, you were on your feet within minuets after all."

"I was born ready mom. I want to run it." she grinned up at her, and set her head down, eyes closed. "I want to run all day and then go play with the scareons after."

"I'm sure you will be tired after."

"I don'c care, I will still play."

"Whatever you say dear." a warm hand stroked her head.

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He tried not to open his mouth, but as he breathed he felt a force pull the words out of his mouth.

"I'm not okay. I'm not happy. Every time I smile and every time I get out of bed, it's all a lie. It's just a charade. I'm sorry."

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He wanted it.

He shouldn't have it.

He took it anyways. That second handful of M&Ms.

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He opened his mouth, and closed it once more. A thought decided to plague his memory, something that little known to him it was being broadcasted to anyone who wished to tune in.

When he first said goodbye to his family, his old life, he hadn't realized it was literally goodbye. He had heard the stories from others, or figured out a few. His parting from his old life was gentle, and..normal. Like a kid going away for a internship for a while. He had smiled at them, told them light heartedly he got a job opportunity somewhere overseas where the reception was bad, and he wouldn't be in touch for a while. They pressed a little, but he just smiled and told them it was something of a rare chance, something he was lucky to get.

They had been happy for him, proud of him. They saw him to the airport, dropped him off. They wanted to go in with him, insisted even. He told them it would just make it harder on them all, so it was best to leave him on the curb and let him walk in alone.

If only they knew he didn't really catch a plane, but took a cab to where the hunters told him to be. He was portal'd to the island, and put into the pods somehow. The memory was fuzzy.

It had taken a week or so to set in, for him to realize. His mind had analyzed this as some sort of temporary adventure, just a vacation of sorts. Maybe this was him trying to cope, his bodies reaction to try and lessen the blow when it finally hit. He kept telling himself no it cant be true, he would see them again. How could these people not see their families again? In the end, when it finally sunk in, it hurt.

He had left behind three siblings, a mother, a father, his friends, his classmates. He would never see them again.

He would never see them again.

Would they all think him dead when he never contacted them? Would they think he was just the horrible cliche son, leaving his family behind for his own adventures in life? He almost preferred the first. Thinking he was dead would be a harsh pain for a while, but eventually it would lessen. He would still be remembered as he was. If it was the ladder, anything would always be a constant pain. His memory would hurt them, nothing more.

He was still new to Deus, had still yet to feel the extent hardships that ran around in the hearts of many of his peers. They were used to the work, the pain, the aftermath of dealing with it all. Deus itself had become an invisible crutch to most of them, he was noticing. Be it the work, a individual, or maybe a group they had all found someone or something that could ease them from remembering. They would become family. This life had become their job, and they were all in it for the long ride.

Everyone knew this job would eventually kill them.

He needed to try and open up more than he had in the past. This was all he had left, there was nothing to go back to.

As he looked up from his memory, he caught sight of another. Someone familiar, someone he had seen wandering around this wonderland before. Protecting Alice.

Mimsy's mind had opened to his, and he saw. He was pretty sure she saw his in return, but that was the even trade right? Eye for an eye, a memory for a memory.

He could not deny his curiosity towards Mimsy. She was different, she was unique. He could admit to himself that he did study people, not to be harmful but just because people were fascinating.

He gave no indication towards her that he saw it, but if she had turned to look he would have seen him staring at her. He realized for the first time why she might be so curious to him, she was pretending to be something she was not. Mimsy was a monster? She was trying to hide it from the world?

Or was that different, and now she didn't wear the mask her parents told her to?

He personally looked at her with a mix of pity, but below that was respect. She had tried to be something she wasn't. Though he felt a pang of anger too. Why should she pretend? She was who she was, as her father said nothing could prevent that. Why did she have to hide that?

Was she truly a monster, or, had something else just labeled her as one?

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He always was a bit of a free spirit. He had been known in the past when something tempted him to just take it. He was known to jump the gun, or bite the bullet as it was called sometimes. Though oddly, when it came to temptations of the heart, those matters were different.

If it was just as simple as a handful of spookies, he just took them. Grabbing someone on the dance floor when he wished to dance, he just did it. Emotions were not always involved, or if they were they were subtle. He was a creature of actions speaking louder than words, movement more than the heart.

Though that too left him with a crutch. He was vulnerable.

Tender Emotions were not easy for him, for the longest time he didn't realize what they meant. The tightness in his chest and stomach when he thought about certain others, he usually would relate it to eating something wrong. (First world problem). But when it started to happen, minus thinking he caught some sort of weird 10 minute illness, was he realized it was around certain people.

Only two he ever was around gave him this feeling.

Seeking help, he went to talk with outside parties... who looked at him strangely (maybe he worded it wrong) and suggested maybe it was some sort of gas problem. He thought it was that too, but he doubted this pair of individuals made him so happy they gave him stomach issues. Call him a slow boil okay, but eventually after some complex equations (2+2), he figured it out.

And the answer scared the hell out of him.

It had to be him to have THESE sort of emotions on two people. Two persons who he really had no business falling for. He had sat, alone, in his room for hours that night. His head tucked between his knees for so long he knew when he eventually moved, he could have to pop his back. He rarely used his mind, but when he did it practically would go into over drive. It was a surprise there was not steam coming from his ears.

The forbidden fruits were in front of him, the temptation to take a bite overpowering.

Should he?

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Looking around to find that she had somehow gotten back home to were her guardian lived in Halloween Town. Thinking that was odd but thought of it no more as she ran how if a little lower than normal. Meeting no one on the way there which was also strange to her, but finally got to the front door to where she had lived with her guardian. Grapping the handle of the door to find that it was locked. But the door is never locked, she thought trying a few more times to get the door open to which she couldn't.

I was told that it would never be locked, she thought looking around to see if maybe her guardian was somewhere close by. Off she went looking as she felt things getting slower and she felt that maybe something wasn't right at all.

It didn't take her long to find her guardian talking with some other Halloweeners and went right up to her. "I thought you told me that the door wouldn't never be locked if I ever decided to come home," she told her guardian Fuu Dog.

The Fuu Dog turned to her and gave the strangest look that she didn't know her at all as her guardian cocked her head to the side confused. "And who are you?"

"I'm Scies, you are my guardian," she said as the fear creeped in firther into her.

"I'm sorry but I have no idea on who you are and I'm currently no guardian to no one," the Fuu Dog answered.

Standing there so very shocked and then ever thing came down to her fear of being forgotten. She ran she ran hard as she could scared for her life. NO, NO, NO I couldn't have been forgotten it worse than me forgetting, she thought as she ran on crying that she had been forgotten by the one that had cared for her.