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Note: anywhere with a gap in between is something I have yet to fill in, so it's pretty patched-up. The story so far is complicated and I don't want to give away too much, but I'll say that it's a vampire (the story being from his perspective) and werewolf trapped in the body of a human boy, the space they all live in (the unconscious/during sleep) allows for things to be created with imagination and energy. If this ever gets successfully published, then it'll make more sense.




Even though the boy grew to be closer and closer to our age all the time, the wolf and I still suffered from our own boredom. As the boy did age, he also had his own personality growing with him. It was good that he did have his own personality with all respect to not many teenagers his age having anything unique about them, so at least there was that much of an upside. However, he was still a meat bag to effect this, which left him dull like everyone else on his own level.
One day for fun, the wolf and I got into a conversation that led to discover a new means of entertainment.
The boy's thoughts and memories were on private like usual, leaving the space to be the dull solid blue that it naturally was. I was lying on the bare floor, flinging a skewering knife straight up in the air and catching the handle or pinching the blade up and down. I believe the wolf was either just watching or playing with something. I don't know which. I wasn't paying attention.

The wolf and I collectively summoned up sound-proof walls between and around us to plan our battles.
I instantly summoned my clothing to be that of a brigadier general with traditional desert camouflage. Before me came a group of a good twenty five teddy bears with black fur and red button eyes sewn in a square shape in with black thread. All were matching in cute little matching traditional desert camouflage army soldier uniforms. In their hands they held black sheathed japanese katanas resting over their right shoulders. They stood in rows of five by five and in perfect formation of feet together, straight backs, and the left hand resting firmly at their side. The one closest to me in the very middle of the row was my favorite that I always created when I made one or more teddy bears with his light brown fur and normal brown heart-shaped palms and heels and black button eyes sewn in an X pattern with black thread. Of course, I smiled looking down at him as he gave me a little solute before reassuming his position.
"Men", I boldly called, getting into character, "we are up against our greatest enemy! He is a conniving, dim-witted, vile fur-ball that must be stopped from his evil plot to... to... uh... to take over all of Greenland! We mustn't let that happen! Think of the poor, uh, Polar Bears and Arctic Foxes that probably live up there! We must stop him! His men are probably just as creepy, unloving, and merciless as he is if not a whole lot worse. They need to be stopped too. Actually, they are our biggest obstacle! Take them down and then he is defenseless! Since I am not exactly sure of what kind of s**t he'll come up with, all I can say is that I wish you all the best of luck, try not to die, and don't hold back. His men will probably show no mercy, so you show even less than that! Make war, but most importantly, have fun!"
All of my men saluted me in perfect synchronization and quickly turned away to march out.

“Hey guys I'm bored and I can't sleep so I-”, the boy started as he came in before seeing the soldiers lined up in order, changing his voice to a vulnerable and nervous tone, “what's with all the bears and why are they dressed like army men?”
“Because, my dear boy”, I boasted as I walked over to him, the eyes of my men fallowing me like the loyal soldiers they were, “you are about to witness greatness at epic proportions!”
“Why are you dressed like that? Why-how did you get Wolfgang to put on a pair of pants, let alone a legit lieutenant outfit”, he asked bewildered as I approached him to use his shoulder as an elbow rest.
“Boredom does amazing things”, I continued to boldly state, “sorry I'm still in character, but boredom does amazing things, does it not?! What you are witnessing is a heroic battle between dutiful, top-of-the-line, high-grade soldiers-”
“Stuffed.”
“-who are up against the most fiendish of all foes-”
“More stuffed animals.”
“-putting their lives on the line like true heroes to end the terrorism occurring in Greenland-”
“Why greenland of all places?”
“-for the sake of all the cute and fluffy little Arctic Foxes and Polar Bears alike!-”
“Polar bears aren't in Greenland.”
“-their fellow brethren! This shall make history!”
The boy sighed and shook his head at what he believed was nonsense, the b*****d lovechild of insanity and boredom.

The two teams charged at each other and began their violent battle. Blood and tiny organs flew about in a beautifully gory battle with weapons that allowed for very messy kills and attacks.
I could see the boy's jaw drop and turn to a very comedic grimacing expression from the corner of my eye. No matter how funny it was, I was too far into character to laugh as the blood splatters hit his face to make the look of surprise if not with a small hint of violation as it stained his clothes and face.
“Dude”, he shouted sharply enough to crack his voice.
“Isn't it beautiful, my boy”, I said as I removed my elbow from his shoulder to pull him close to me to keep the shock face going with a touch of awkward, “war at it's finest. Taking innocent lives of the once innocent and turning those very hearts into killing machines by breaking down the very fundamentals that make one mortal, human if you'd like. There's just something so beautiful about how self-destructive living things are when they have the capability to act or move or think on their own free will.”

Story entry #1: "The Toymaker" (PART TWO)
May 14, 1835
London, United Kingdom
William & Sarah Einsworth residence

"William, I'm scared! Mr. Boggins told me about your act yesterday. Why, why did you act as you didn't care about Jason?" Sarah, William's wife, asked worry in her voice. Sarah Einsworth, 34, was only 5 years younger than William, they'd been married 7 years, but in love 10 years. Sarah had Jason a year after her and William's Marriage began. he's 6, and now, Sarah is 4 months pregnant with another child.

"Sarah, I do care, yes, I shouldn't have acted so nonchalant about the situation, but everyone was pressuring me. I want to find Jason, believe me. I just don't know what to do. I've never, I-I......" William began to cry. he wasn't a man of tears, no man should be. However, William was ever so vulnerable right now. He never shed any tears, until this very situation. Every night, William would pray:

"God, please god, please protect my son. protect the other children also. please Jason, please hang on."

May 15, 1835
"MR. EINSWORTH! MR. EINSWORTH! YOU'VE GOT A LETTER!" The goofy skinny deputy, Ronald yelled. Ronald Papstiere was nineteen, skinny and tall, and wore spectacles as big as his head. yes, he wasn't very.....attractive, yet he would grow into his looks. Besides, he was the brains at the sheriff office. William told him many times that he was deserving of a promotion. Ronald lived quite the devastating life for a nineteen year old. His parents were killed when he was Thirteen, and he's always knew the situation at that age. Many tried to sugarcoat it. telling him, "Your Parents are on a trip, a business trip." but he knew the truth. All he wanted was someone to confirm it, and that's what he got when he met William Einsworth.

*FLASHBACK*

Thirteen year old Ronald, stared in fascination as Sheriff William Einsworth handcuffed the guilty culprit of the robery at Hitzsel's jewelry store.

'He's a hero! I want to be like him when I grow up!' Ronald thought. Ronald wanted to capture the theifs, the murderers, *****, all the bad guys. Most of all, the one who took his parents' lives.

"Mr. Einsworth!" Ronald yelled, pushing through the crowd of people.

"Yes, my boy?" William asked. "Aren't you the young boy whose parents were killed, Ronald Papstiere?" Ronald knew it. He knew they were killed.

"Yes sir, May I be your deputy!?" Ronald asked vivaciously.

William chuckled, but soon stopped when he saw the determination in Ronald's eyes. "Your serious?"

"Yes, I'll do whatever I can to stop the criminals who pollutes this world!"

William kneeled down to the young boy and placed a hand on his shoulder. "How about this, your way too young to be a deputy, but, I'll show you the ropes of my department, and when your old enough, you can be my deputy, okay?"

Ronald smiled widely and hugged Einsworth.

*FLASHBACK OVER*
That was 6 years ago. Ever since then, William has been like a father to Ronald. There was such sentimental value in their relationship.

William removed himself from the bed groggily, wiping his still tired eyes, and walking up to the window.

"DAMMIT RONALD! YOUR GOING TO WAKE THE WHOLE TOWN!" William yelled as he threw a shoe at the teen. William put on his robe and his house shoes, and exited his bedroom, and walking down the stairs. He unlocked the front door and opened it.

"Get your a** in here, now." William growled.

"You have a letter." Ronald said.

"I heard you the first time. What time is it?"

"8:47" Ronald Replied

"well it's not too early in the morning. What's the meaning of this?"

"Read it." Ronald said as he handed the letter to William.