The night was endless as it spread its everlasting darkness on the city of Maha. The streets were void of a single living thing, the only glimmer of civilization being the streetlamps around. The city was sleeping, but there was something else going on as well. It was the sleeping hour, the time of Nightmares.
A ragdoll monkey emerged from the shadows, drenching the city in a thick layer of cotton. The cotton acted almost like a poisonous haze, sticking to everything it touches.
A young man stood ontop of a building, Nutcracker on his shoulder. He wore a black and red costume, blonde hair covering one if his brown eyes. He watched as the creature roamed about spreading its cotton everywhere. He knelt down to touch one of the cotton balls, hissing at it burned his fingertips.
"Poison..." he uttered to himself, looking to the nutcracker on his shoulder. "We have to tell the other side when they arrive... for now..." he reached over into a tiny satchel on his hip. Out he pulled a violin that couldn't possibly fit inside of the bag. He took the bow and extended it into a sword. "We fight." With that, he jumped off the roof and used the strings of his violin to travel through the buildings.
(Okay guys we're going to just get right into it)
The night was endless as it spread its everlasting darkness on the city of Maha. The streets were void of a single living thing, the only glimmer of civilization being the streetlamps around. The city was sleeping, but there was something else going on as well. It was the sleeping hour, the time of Nightmares.
A ragdoll monkey emerged from the shadows, drenching the city in a thick layer of cotton. The cotton acted almost like a poisonous haze, sticking to everything it touches.
A young man stood ontop of a building, Nutcracker on his shoulder. He wore a black and red costume, blonde hair covering one if his brown eyes. He watched as the creature roamed about spreading its cotton everywhere. He knelt down to touch one of the cotton balls, hissing at it burned his fingertips.
"Poison..." he uttered to himself, looking to the nutcracker on his shoulder. "We have to tell the other side when they arrive... for now..." he reached over into a tiny satchel on his hip. Out he pulled a violin that couldn't possibly fit inside of the bag. He took the bow and extended it into a sword. "We fight." With that, he jumped off the roof and used the strings of his violin to travel through the buildings.