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The Orogins of Chesty.
Deep inside the minds of little children there exists a world, one where all their worst fears are realised. A place adults fear treads, and the worl weary would surley avoid. It is in this very world, that a poor child was consumed and tormented for the rest of eternity, forced to play with weary travelers who would happen across his realm, but i'm getting ahead of myself, why don't i start from the very begining, this is the story of how a young boy, Charlie Brown Chestigton, was doomed to a hellish life until the end of the world.
The town of oakvale was a simple one, embracing your typical rural lifestyle. Farmers, cloth makers, butchers and the loveable tavern owner. This place was a little haven in a world of death and destruction. In this village there are very few interesting things, the same with most villages of this era, but there was somthing about the family who lived the house atop the hill, the house right next too the old bridge, somthing about them always seemed out of the ordinary. But our tale is not about them, no our story is about the family just a few doors, the home of the Chestington's. Charlie was a very lonley child, his mother being away all the time and his father going out with every women he could lay his slimey hands on , Charlie usualy spent most of his time alone in his room playing with his imaginary friends. With his parents away most of the time he would rarely leave the house, he would watch the kids outside, playing, running, jumping enjoying their happy little lives, how he dispised them, he cursed their names and wished them dead everyday of his life, if only he knew the problem with wishes, somtimes they come true. One day he wolk up to find his wish had very much come true, oakvale was aflame, dead bodies everywhere and bandits littering the streets, had some lone bandit found him he would have surely perished, but somthing else happened, somthing most interesting. As Charlie was curled up next to his bed crying a dark sinister figure entered the room, it was Jack of blades. Jack gazed around the room looking for any sighn of life, he saw Charlie curled up a corner staring back at him, Jack moved towards him, filling the room with a sickening aura as he did. He knelt down to charlies level and looked at him, Charlie slowly raised his arm and said "Do you want to be my friend?" Jack looked at him for a second, Jack was most intruiged with this child, he seemed to have a strange amount of will for a simple yokel, jack grabbed Charlies hand and carried away from oakvale, disapearing a red light. Now my children, the real story begins.
Yeah I'm back and this is a story i always ment to write but never got round too, ENJOY!!
Deep inside the minds of little children there exists a world, one where all their worst fears are realised. A place adults fear treads, and the worl weary would surley avoid. It is in this very world, that a poor child was consumed and tormented for the rest of eternity, forced to play with weary travelers who would happen across his realm, but i'm getting ahead of myself, why don't i start from the very begining, this is the story of how a young boy, Charlie Brown Chestigton, was doomed to a hellish life until the end of the world.
The town of oakvale was a simple one, embracing your typical rural lifestyle. Farmers, cloth makers, butchers and the loveable tavern owner. This place was a little haven in a world of death and destruction. In this village there are very few interesting things, the same with most villages of this era, but there was somthing about the family who lived the house atop the hill, the house right next too the old bridge, somthing about them always seemed out of the ordinary. But our tale is not about them, no our story is about the family just a few doors, the home of the Chestington's. Charlie was a very lonley child, his mother being away all the time and his father going out with every women he could lay his slimey hands on , Charlie usualy spent most of his time alone in his room playing with his imaginary friends. With his parents away most of the time he would rarely leave the house, he would watch the kids outside, playing, running, jumping enjoying their happy little lives, how he dispised them, he cursed their names and wished them dead everyday of his life, if only he knew the problem with wishes, somtimes they come true. One day he wolk up to find his wish had very much come true, oakvale was aflame, dead bodies everywhere and bandits littering the streets, had some lone bandit found him he would have surely perished, but somthing else happened, somthing most interesting. As Charlie was curled up next to his bed crying a dark sinister figure entered the room, it was Jack of blades. Jack gazed around the room looking for any sighn of life, he saw Charlie curled up a corner staring back at him, Jack moved towards him, filling the room with a sickening aura as he did. He knelt down to charlies level and looked at him, Charlie slowly raised his arm and said "Do you want to be my friend?" Jack looked at him for a second, Jack was most intruiged with this child, he seemed to have a strange amount of will for a simple yokel, jack grabbed Charlies hand and carried away from oakvale, disapearing a red light. Now my children, the real story begins.
Yeah I'm back and this is a story i always ment to write but never got round too, ENJOY!!