R-005 - Kingdom of Sickness

It had all started in that room. That dark, tiny room with the four poster bed. In a corner was a toy box full of army men, Tonka trucks scattered about the floor messily that had long since been abandoned. Posters of various super heroes were plastered to the wall, a beacon of hope for a small child who had fallen impossibly sick. It was here that most of his time was spent, banished to the confines of his bed in the hope that he might get better, a hope that was dwindling with each and every passing day. It was here the birth of this nightmare began, a symbol of hope overall for the boy.


Evander knew this place better than anyone. He could not remember when it was he had been given birth. He only knew that he simply was. Born from the inquisitive mind of a dying boy, the only company he often had being the snake he kept in a tank on his dresser. The nightmares memories of these things were hazy now, the memory from a time long since passed. The boy in question, the one who had helped to give creation to him, was probably long since dead. Thinking about it filled the creature with conflict.


Fluffy chest rose then as he drew in a slow breath before releasing it. Brown eyes swept across the familiar room once again. Here everything was exaggerated from where he was truly born. The bed stood much taller, much larger than an average one, the shadows that resided under it seemed far more menacing, as if they might reach out to grab anything that might linger too close. The dresser and everything else in the room seemed much further from the bed than it should be, the room elongated and warped.


Moving swiftly, he curled his long body up on the edge of the bed, the sheets crisp and untouched from having nobody truly sleeping in it for so long. It was there, among the pillows, that he spotted the well loved teddy bear sat, leaning against them. The fur was dirty and rubbed nearly bald in places, one of the button eyeballs nearly falling off it's rounded face. It barely held on by a single string. There were no scents here, only the lingering of feelings that faded in and out with each passing day. For a moment Evander simply stood there in contemplation, ears flicking to brush against jagged horns before his long body slunk forward to press against the larger than average bear. As sad and strange as it seemed, this room was the only home he had ever known and it was not something he would want to change.