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The Forgotten: Starter
modern day
Plot Idea:
There once was a little girl. She was very lonely and so, this particular little girl made an imaginary friend. The little girl loved her imaginary friend. There was no one closer to the little girl or who understood her more than her imaginary friend but soon enough, the girl began to reach an age that was inappropriate to have an imaginary friend. The little girl was not so little any more and any time she said she was playing with her imaginary friend, she was harshly scolded. So, slowly, the little girl stopped playing with her imaginary friend. At first, it broke her heart and then, little by little, the girl forgot all about her imaginary friend. She grew up, became an adult and had completely forgotten her imaginary friend. But her imaginary friend never forgot her. Due to events (to be decided upon) the girl who grew up starts seeing her imaginary friend again but being forgotten has changed the imaginary friend in some way. Despite that, they need each other, maybe even more than when they were both young and innocent. Now, something threatens both of them and the worlds they live in.

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Once upon a time, there was a little girl and she was very, very lonely. Out of her loneliness was born an imaginary friend. She named him Kez and he cherished his name as much as he cherished her. This little girl, his little girl, meant everything to Kez. They spent every second of every day together. That is, until she grew up and grew out of having an imaginary friend. Kez had never been warned this would happen and it broke his heart.

For a few years, he wandered aimlessly until he happened upon another imaginary friend who had guided him to another world, a world of forgotten imaginary friends just like him. To enter the world, they had to pass through a mirror. That’s when Kez realized that being forgotten had changed him. Kez caught sight of himself and recoiled in horror at how he had changed.

His boyish, round face had somehow become haunted and more angular. It made his large, cat-like yellow eyes stand out more than they had already. He held up his hands to the mirror, examining them. They had always been strange, with an extra finger on each hand but his fingers seemed longer, thinner, like they had gained an extra joint. He still looked the age that he had been made, around ten or eleven but there was something off about him. It had made his tail fluff with alarm and wrap around him. His tail hadn’t changed. It was still the same, prehensile tail. Since entering the other world, Kez had avoided catching glimpses at himself. He didn’t look as innocent as he had before he had forgotten. Now, he looked like something devilish, something from a nightmare.

Kez realized that he was not the only one who had been affected like this. After talking to other imaginary friends, he had confirmed that being forgotten changed every forgotten friend. But that was not all he had learned. There was something wrong with their world. It didn’t seem like much of a problem at the time but years passed and the problem grew. Spots would appear on the landscape or buildings. The spots looked like rust and slowly spread, consuming and destroying anything it touched. Kez had ignored it like a lot of other imaginary friends until the rust spots started to appear on imaginary friends. No one knew what to do.

Kez watched as more and more imaginary friends became affected. Panic increased and Kez had to do something. Maybe the problem lay with the creators. And so, Kez set out to find his creator to see if she could help. The only problem was that once a creator forgot a friend, they could no longer see that friend. That didn’t deter Kez. And once again, Kez found himself at the end of his creator’s bed, staring at her as she slept. He was deep in thought, trying to figure out how to make her seem him again. Kez had lost count of the nights he had spent trying to contact her. Sometimes, it felt like she could sense him and it would get his hopes up. Kez pawed at her sheets, sighing in frustration.

“Just wake up. I was there when you needed me,” he mumbled, feeling deeply frustrated and a little bit sad. He had tried to tell himself that he wasn’t doing this because he missed her but because he wanted to save his world. “Wake up,” he kept muttering, feeling helpless.

Lost in the Dreamscape Starter
[[Sample/Starter for a plot I have that can be found in this journal.]]

The ground shifted violently beneath Cole's feet, knocking him to the ground and effectively knocking the air from his lungs. As his gasped and struggled to regain a normal breathing pattern, he wondered at the fact that he was still unused to some of the Dreamscape's shifts. Not all of them were violent like the one that had just happened. Some of them were barely noticeable and the scenery around seemed to melt and shift into something new. Still the shifts were always without any real pattern. Sometimes, Cole could spend what seemed like days walking around and nothing would change and at other times, the shifts would be in short intervals that seemed only like minutes or sometimes, although rarely, like seconds.

That was another thing. Time seemed to pass strangely and sometimes even seemed to pass backwards instead of forwards. Cole could still never figure out how to count the time or even the days. He was unsure of how long he had actually been wandering in the Dreamscape.

Cole looked around before he decided to lift himself from the ground. It was a forest this time. Before, he had been trapped in what seemed like a nighmare set in a dark, forbidding house with too many doors and twisting hallways that seemed to stretch and move. Cole hated when he was in a nightmare because he never exactly knew what to expect. And it was dangerous. He had learned that if he was hurt in the Dreamscape, it was a real injury so he assumed that if he were to die he would die in Reality.

As Cole began to pick himself up from the ground which was becoming uncomfortable because he landed on a knot of branches, he realized there was a weight on his chest. He glanced down to seem a girl, semi-unconscious on top of him and he hope that this would not be like one of those times that she turned out to be a monster from someone's dream. That happened sometimes. He often met dreamers wandering around their own dreams but it was hard to talk to them because they were distant and hardly there as they played like actors on a stage, immersed in their own role in their dream.

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