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It was a cold evening, the leafless trees casting twisted shadows upon the damp earth. The sound of footsteps crunching softly against the ground could be heard, as a small figure made their way along the winding pathway. Melody strolled cautiously through the darkened forest that stretched out in front of her, the cool breeze sending a chill up her spine. She adjusted the light blue scarf she wore around her neck, tugging it slightly in hopes to keep the cold air from hitting her neck. Melody glanced upwards, past the trees, and gazed at the full moon as she walked, admiring its bright luminescence, and how the stars were scattered across the sky. Now, you are probably wondering, Why is this girl wondering around in a dark forest at night by herself? Well, the answer to that is simple. Only a mere 10 minutes ago, she had gotten a single text message from one of her closest friends, Mikki, simply stating to meet her in Whisper Grove at 9:00 pm exactly, for she had something important to tell her. Melody had questioned this at first. For one, Mikki was terrified of the dark, so her asking to meet so late at night was certainly rare. The second thing that Melody was concerned about, was the fact that Mikki had asked to meet her in Whisper Grove. It had been deemed a place where spirits dwell, and if you were to be caught by one, you would never return to the world of the living.

Not to mention, it was “creepy as hell”, as Melody would have described it. But, she knew that her companion must have had a good reason for their meet up, so she discarded her doubts and decided to follow her friend’s instructions. Melody stopped walking for a brief moment to pull out her mobile phone, which was tucked away in the pocket of her faded blue jeans. She unlocked her phone and read through the message once again to ensure that she was going the right way.


I want you to meet me at Whisper Grove at 9:00, near the huge willow tree. There is something I have to tell you.

That was all that Mikki had wrote. Melody felt slightly on edge when she had first read the text. Her friend was the type of person who would use emoji’s all the time when they talked, even when it was something serious. But this particular message had none whatsoever. Not a single one. Melody knew that something must be bothering her if she didn’t add a smiley face or something within that message. The other thing that was off putting, was the way Mikki had typed her name out. There was no “Hello!” or “Hey There!” just her name, and nothing else. Again, Melody thought that whatever Mikki wanted to talk about, must be a big deal if she wasn’t willing to put a friendly greeting at the start of her text. But, in the end, she had pushed her uneasy feelings aside, and had left the comfort of her home to travel to Whisper Grove. Melody’s gaze glanced at the time on her phone, the screen shining brightly and giving her face an abnormal white glow. It was 8:57 pm, she would have to hurry if she was going to be there on time.

She quickened her pace, her short blue hair trailing softly behind her. Her black rimmed glasses bounced lightly on her nose as she walked, causing her to push them back up again with her finger. She pulled the sleeves of her scratchy grey jumper over her hands in hopes to keep them warm from the icy wind that whipped around her. As Melody walked along, she could see the dark outline of the willow tree ahead of her, its long wilted leaves hanging heavily on its drooping branches. She got closer, her brisk walk slowly retreating to slow cautious steps, as the enormous figure of the willow tree loomed above her. Melody swallowed thickly, a feeling of uncertainty pulsating through her. Her ocean blue eyes glanced around the area. Surrounding the trunk of the ancient willow tree, were a small assortment of wilted dead flowers, their rotting smell making its way into Melody’s nostrils. She covered her nose with her hand in disgust, her nose stinging from the unpleasant odour. Apart from the tree itself, there wasn’t much around apart from the endless rows of dead twisted trees, their shadows casting ominous shapes upon the ground. With her heart racing, Melody clutches the front of her jumper with a shivering hand, in hopes of giving her some comfort. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she sees something. She turns slowly, gazing into the darkness in front of her. There was no source of light to be found in her current area, so pulling out her phone once more, she opens the flashlight function. In an instant, her phone creates a bright florescent light, and using the device, she directs the beam in front of her. There was nothing. She then directed the light to her left.

Still nothing. Lastly, she moves the light to her right.

Melody almost dropped her phone.

There, standing about 2 meters away from her, was a girl. Her back was turned, but, after a moment, Melody realized that this figure was indeed her best friend. How was she able to tell? Mikki was well known for her bright burgundy colored hair, which had a natural wave throughout. Even from behind, she could tell it was her. Melody sighed in relief, her uneasiness fading away. She took a step forward.

“There you are! You gave me a bit of a scare, you know how fragile I can be!” She said, sarcasm clear in her voice. She expected that Mikki would turn around and laugh, or retaliate with a witty comeback, but…

She didn’t move.

Melody noticed that her friend was only wearing a plain white dress, which ended just above her knees. Melody’s eyes glanced down at Mikki’s feet, to find that she was barefoot. Melody started to worry. There were two things that Mikki absolutely hated, being cold, and getting her feet dirty. But here she was, standing in a forest with nothing but a dress to keep her warm, her bare feet sinking into the muddy ground. Melody clutched her phone tighter in her hand, swallowing the huge lump that had formed in her throat. She took another step forward.

“Hey, are you alright? You seem a bit…” Melody paused. “Off.”

Still, Mikki didn’t move a muscle. She just stood there, back turned, arms at her sides. Melody was starting to get nervous, her palms becoming sticky with sweat. This wasn’t like Mikki at all. But, she was determined to find out why her friend had dragged her all the way out here. Melody stepped forward once more.

“Mikki, you’re scaring me. Please say something!”

Nothing. Not a single word came from Mikki’s mouth. An eerie silence fell upon them, with the occasional creaking of the twisted trees that surrounded them both. Melody was getting sick of this silent treatment, but she didn’t want to fight with her. So, she took one last step forward, only mere centimeters from where Mikki stood. She took a deep breath, and spoke.

“Mikayla, why did you ask me to meet you here?”

Melody rarely used Mikki’s full name, but she thought that this was a situation where she would have to. She hadn’t moved the light from her phone away from Mikki since the one-way conversation had started, and she wasn’t planning to either. Mikki still remained silent. Melody was about to give up, but she was caught off guard by the sound of her best friend’s voice cutting through the silence.

“What are you most afraid of?”

Mikki’s tone was emotionless, and sounded slightly deeper than her usual voice. Melody was confused by the question. She was scared of a lot of things, but was this what Mikki had wanted to talk about? What she was afraid of? Melody found that incredibly stupid, even for Mikki, who was known to be quite idiotic at times. But, before she could answer…

Mikki turned around.

Melody’s phone slipped from her hand, and fell to the ground with a thud. The light from her phone turned off as it hit the ground, obviously caused by a button accidentally being pressed. Her eyes widened in horror, as she stared into the face of what she thought was her friend.

Mikki’s eyes were nothing but two black holes, with small crimson pupils that glowed in the darkness. An unknown black substance dripped from her eyes, trickling down her cheeks and dripping off her chin. A twisted grin was plastered on her face, one that sent a chill up Melody’s spine. Her heart was beating loudly in her chest, as she breathed heavily, petrified. Mikki took a step toward her, her feet making an unpleasant squelching sound as she did so. Melody stumbled backward, and fell on her backside, the cold mud already soaking through her jeans. Mikki’s grin widened, as she raised her left hand, holding something.

A knife.

It gleamed in the moonlight, and Melody could see her terrified expression in the reflection of the blade. Mikki seemed to find Melody’s fear amusing, because she laughed. Not the warm hearted laugh that Melody was used to, but a cold, heartless, maniacal laugh that shook her very core. Mikki took another step forward, and Melody scooted back, not wanting to be any closer to her than she already was. Mikki leaned forward slightly, pointing the knife at Melody, her inhuman eyes staring at her.

“You didn’t answer my question.” Her voice sounded distorted, like someone had tampered with her vocal chords. She pointed the tip of the knife towards Melody’s chest, her eyelids drooping slightly. “That’s not very nice. Maybe I should teach you a lesson in manners~.”

Melody’s eyes widened in terror, as Mikki raised the knife above her head, a psychotic grin plastered on her twisted face. Melody reacted instantly, extending her leg and kicking Mikki in the left knee. Mikki collapsed onto the ground, face first into the muddy earth, but she didn’t cry out. Melody took this opportunity to scramble to her feet and run away from the monster that had taken the form of her friend. Adrenaline pulsed through her body, as her feet pounded loudly against the ground. From behind her, she could hear the sound of laughter, a horrible sound that made its way into Melody’s ears. She didn’t want to look back, so she kept going, beads of sweat running down her forehead as she ran through the darkened forest. She had abandoned her phone, so she had no light to guide her, and no way of knowing which way to go. She just wanted to get away, away from all of it. It had to be a bad dream, it just had to be. Melody could feel the hot burning tears in her eyes, obscuring her vision. She was scared, she was scared of the thing that was chasing her.

She was scared of dying.

Suddenly, without warning, Melody tripped over a rock that was protruding from the ground, and she fell forward, her body colliding with the muddy pathway. A sharp pain ran up her leg, and she cried out in agony. Her body was sprawled out across the ground, her clothes covered with mud and gravel.  She glanced down at her right leg, which was where the pain was coming from. It didn’t appear to be broken, but it felt like she had sprained her ankle. Melody started hyperventilating, her breathing becoming uneven and her heart-rate increasing. She tried to stand back up so she could keep running, but the pain was too much for her to bare. She wasn’t going anywhere. She could hear footsteps coming towards her, getting louder, and louder, until Mikki’s grotesque figure appeared from the darkness, her blood red pupils glowing intensely. Melody scrambled back helplessly, knowing full well that there was no where she could go. Mikki’s face and dress were splattered with mud and dirt, the knife clutched tightly in her hand. Her grin hadn’t left her face, as she slowly moved towards Melody, who began to cry.

“P-please don’t kill me…” She pleaded, tears streaming down her cheeks. Mikki didn’t listen. She grabbed Melody by her scarf, and pushed her forcefully onto her back.

“No! Please! Stop it!” Melody screamed, as Mikki moved to straddle her waist, pinning her to the ground. Melody squirmed and flailed her arms around, desperately trying to escape. That was a mistake. Mikki grabbed hold of Melody’s right arm, pinned it down. She rolled up the sleeve of Melody’s sweater, and raising her left arm, she drove the knife into Melody’s arm. She screamed in pain, the knife piercing her flesh. Blood poured from the wound, spraying across Mikki’s face and dress. Mikki then moved to Melody’s left arm, once again plunging the knife into it, relishing in Melody’s cries and painful screams. Melody could barely see, her tears blurring her vision. Mikki laughed evilly, brushing her hair out of her face, which was also stained with blood.

“Wow! Look how much blood you’ve lost already! And I haven’t even finished yet!” Mikki said, giggling like a child, touching her face and smearing some of the blood onto her open palm, grinning wildly. Melody whimpered in fear, the pain in both her arms still present.

“Let’s see if we can get some more out of you~” She said, raising the knife once more.

“No! Please no! St- Ack!” Melody was unable to finish her sentence, as Mikki plunged the knife into her stomach. She could feel her insides being ripped apart, and the metallic taste of blood in her mouth. She began to cough violently, as blood began to build up in her throat. Mikki pulled the knife out, the crimson substance covering her dress and face, making her look even more terrifying. Melody began to choke on her own blood, loud gurgles and coughs erupting from her throat.

“S-stop…” She managed to splutter, as blood leaked from her mouth and dripped onto the muddy earth beneath her. Mikki hesitated for a brief moment, and Melody had the tiniest glimmer of hope, that Mikki might let her go. But that glimmer was soon extinguished, as Mikki leaned forward and whispered in Melody’s ear.

“Sorry, but I’m having too much fun to let you live~”

And with that, Mikki drove the blood stained knife into Melody’s stomach once again, earning another painful scream from her victim. Mikki than began to relentlessly stab Melody’s body, not caring where the blade would end up. Even when Mikki pierced Melody’s heart, and the last bit of life was taken from her, she continued to drive her knife into the corpse, blood spraying, skin tearing. Mikki laughed maniacally as she did so, her face and dress completely drenched in Melody’s blood. Eventually, Mikki stopped, breathing heavily, as she looked down upon the now slaughtered body of Melody. She giggled, loving the way the blood pooled around her like a river. But then, something changed in Mikki’s expression. The crazy grin that had stayed on her face through the whole thing, suddenly disappeared.

And she woke up. 


It was a whole week before the police found Melody’s corpse. After receiving a call from Melody’s parents that she had gone to meet a friend in Whisper Grove, but didn’t return home, a search party had been organized to find the girl. When they did find her, it was a horrifying sight. Her body laid in a pool of dried up blood, and she appeared to have suffered from multiple stab wounds to her stomach, arms, chest and head. But, she wasn’t the only corpse they found. Lying next to her, was the body of a girl around the same age. She was covered in blood, and had several stab wounds to her chest. After some investigating, the police concluded that this was a case of murder suicide. Melody had gone into the forest to meet her friend, had been murdered, then her friend killed herself to ensure that no one would take her alive. The police disposed of the bodies respectfully, and both of the girl’s funerals took place a week later.

It had been 6 months since the death of the two girls who were found in Whisper Grove. People started to make up rumors, that if you went to Whisper Grove, you would be killed by the girl who murdered her best friend. No one dared to enter that forest from that moment on. But, if you were brave enough to go into Whisper Grove, and if you listened carefully, you would still be able to hear the dying screams of the girl who was murdered.

And, if you were to stay for long enough, in the darkness, you would see the spirit of the murderer, her face twisted into a crazy and heartbroken expression, and her white dress stained crimson red. She would stab herself in the heart 5 times, before turning her head to you, hot burning tears streaming down her down her face. And with her final breath, the knife still lodged in her chest, she would whisper…

“What are you most afraid of?”

Haunted - Feat.Karkalicious-karkat
IT IS FINALLY DONE Creepy stare 

Here is the story that I've been dying to share with all of you! I really hope you like it, I worked very hard on it :D

featuring karkalicious-karkat as Melody
Myself as Mikki (aka Mikayla)

Haunted [COMING SOON] (feat.Karkalicious-karkat)
Prepare yourself for a story that will send chills up your spine...

Here is the cover art for an upcoming story that I am writing called "Haunted", featuring myself and karkalicious-karkat as the main characters. I wanted to write something more sinister for a change to experiment with my writing skills, so be prepared for that :D

Lineart/shading: Paint Tool SAI
Finishing touches/text: Photoshop 

Background picture I used:…
Close To You - Jarina (Jason x Serina) by mikabro
Close To You - Jarina (Jason x Serina)


Jason is a character that will be appearing in the next chapter of "Far From Home, Lost In Time", which is an AU created by myself and Naymecraft :D

I hope you like it! <3

Planet Veldin, Kyzil Plateau

Grimmoth’s Garage

12:30 am


Serina’s POV


Whelp, I am officially bored out of my mind.


Ratchet and Clank had gone out to tend some Galactic Ranger business, and Grimm was out getting supplies. Of course, I had to stay behind to look after the garage, but god was I bored. I’ve polished Ratchet’s ship at least 3 times, and I’ve tidied up the entire garage, but they still aren’t back yet. It’s not the first time I’ve been left alone by myself. Even though I’m a Galactic Ranger as well as Ratchet and Clank are, they tend to do more work than me. Well, more like Captain Qwark asks them to help out with serious missions and I get left behind because according to him, I’m not “experienced” enough to handle it. I try to brush it off, but, it still hurts. I’ve had my fair share of people telling me I’m not good enough, so not being able to do my job because of it, is something that makes me feel even more useless than I was before I became a ranger. But, I wouldn’t be lying if I said that I haven’t gotten stronger thanks to Ratchet and Clanks training. They’ve been helping me build up my muscles and increasing my strength, and it has been helping a lot. Ratchet has been so understanding through it all, encouraging me and supporting me, something I’m really not used to yet. Apart from Aunt Freda, no one had shown the same amount of kindness towards me until a couple of months ago, when I first met Ratchet and Clank.

A small smile appeared on my face when I thought of them. I had no friends growing up, so my childhood was pretty depressing. But when I met Ratchet for the first time, I finally felt like I belonged in the world, like I could do great things, like Aunt Freda always wanted me to do. I ran a hand through my long black hair and sighed deeply.

 “I really need to stop thinking about the past so much…” I said to myself, laughing softly. The past is over, so now it’s time to focus on the future.

I decided to look around the garage to see if there was anything that needed repairing or fixing, since I was literally dying of boredom, and because I kind of wanted to sneak around and see if Ratchet had hidden any unfinished projects around the place. I looked in the most obvious place first, which was Ratchet’s loft/bedroom. I felt kind of bad for going through Ratchet’s stuff, but when it comes to making new weapons or machines, he was very secretive about it. Whenever I would ask about his projects, he would always come up with an excuse for not letting me see it. Most of the time it was “I’m still working on the planning” or “I stopped doing it because it wasn’t good enough”. Of course, I would normally shrug it off and leave it be, but something in my gut was telling me that Ratchet was hiding something from me. I looked around his room, checking under his bed, looking through his draws, but I found nothing. I decided to go back down to the ground floor and look through the “junk” bin to see if he had thrown anything away. I dug through countless amounts of spare ship parts, broken bits of machinery, and a bunch of other random stuff. There were bits of Ratchet’s previous creations in there, but nothing I hadn’t seen before. I sighed in defeat, brushing a stray strand of hair out of my face. I looked down at my hands and my brows furrowed in a look of slight disgust. My hands were covered with old rust and oil, staining my skin an unpleasant black colour. I grabbed a cleaning rag from a nearby towel rack and wiped my hands, getting most of the substances off, but my hands were still stained from the sticky oil I had touched. I shrugged and tossed the rag in the bin, it wasn’t useful anymore. I continued to look around the garage, searching every nook and cranny for anything even resembling a machine or weapon. After looking through pretty much every room in the joint, I decided to give up and call it a day. Maybe Ratchet really didn’t have anything to hide. I mean, he would never keep anything from me, we’re best friends! We tell each other everything.


My brain was telling me that I had nothing to worry about, but the feeling in my gut hadn’t disappeared. And if it’s one thing I’ve learnt about myself, is that I should always go with my gut feeling. But, I had looked everywhere! There was no trace of any new weapons or gadgets anywhere in the garage, the only thing left was a huge pile of machine parts that have been piling up at the very back of the garage, tucked away in a corner.

There’s something there. I don’t what it is, but I feel like something is hidden within that pile of junk. I made my way over to it, the sound of my footsteps bouncing off the walls and echoing through the garage. As I got closer, the pile of parts seemed to grow taller and more intimidating with each step, which made me slightly uncomfortable. I don’t why, but something about it just seemed… off. When I finally reached the pile, I didn’t hesitate to start looking through the various parts, shifting them aside, digging through the pile, determined to find something. My hands once again were covered with old rust and sticky oil from all the machine parts I was touching, but I didn’t care at the moment. As I searched, I didn’t realise how much stuff we had chucked in here. There were ship parts that no longer worked, overused weapons that broke after we (mostly Ratchet) had fired them too much and had caused them to short circuit, and a bunch of other useless junk that I didn’t really know about. I dug deeper through the pile, climbing on top of it to get closer look at everything. My foot slipped slightly, causing a bit of metal to fall off the pile and land on the floor with a clunk. I flung my arm out and grabbed onto the first thing I saw to keep myself from falling. Whatever it was, it was long, and was sticking out of the pile like a sore thumb, I’m surprised I didn’t see it. I pulled myself up slightly so I wouldn’t slip again, and grabbed the long object with both hands. I pulled hard, and the object erupted from the pile with much more ease than I thought it would. My eyes widened when I saw what it was. It was a Holo-guitar, a recent model at that. This didn’t have as much rust on it like everything else, and it was bright blue too. It was an electric guitar, and it was a simple oval shape.

“Hm, I don’t remember throwing this out. I wonder if it still works.” I said, holding the guitar in the right position for playing. My backside was quite uncomfortable from sitting on the pile of junk like that, but I couldn’t be stuffed getting off.  I pushed the button on the side to activate the Holo-strings, and sure enough, the strings lit up like the fourth of July, glowing a light blue colour. I used my left hand to strum the strings a few times, my right hand firmly grasping the neck of the guitar. Its sound resonated throughout the garage, adding a cool reverb effect. The guitar was slightly out of tune, but it didn’t sound too bad. I flipped the guitar over and examined it from the back. My eyes glanced over the smooth surface of the guitar, until something caught my eye. Something appeared to be engraved on the back. I used my hand to wipe away some dust that was obscuring my vision of the imprinted lettering, when my eyes widened in surprise. The message was written in sloppy cursive writing, and it had my name at the beginning.

“Dear Serina, Happy 18th Birthday! From Ratchet…” I read aloud, my brows furrowing in confusion. My birthday was a month ago, and Ratchet got me a hover board for me. Was… was he originally going to give this to me instead? If he was, why didn’t he? Why did he throw it away? All these questions swam around in my brain as I tried to figure out why Ratchet would throw away such a good guitar. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love the hover board he gave me, but I would have been just as happy with the guitar, maybe even happier. I slowly slid down the junk pile until I reached the ground again, then I carefully placed the guitar on the floor, making sure not to drop it or damage it. Once it was placed down safely, I was about to climb back up the pile when I glanced down at my clothes, which were covered in rust and old oil. My hands were the same, the palms stained a yucky brownish black colour. I made a small sound of disgust, but decided to worry about it later and focus on the task at hand. If Ratchet hid one thing from me, who’s to say that there wasn’t more?

I made my way back up the pile, making sure my footing was solid before pulling myself upwards. I dug around for a bit, not finding anything. After a few minutes, I decided to give up, knowing that I at least found one thing that I was going to ask Ratchet about. I was at the very top of the pile, which was quite high up. I was about to make my way down, when my eyes widened in shock. Since I was at the very top, I could see everything at a better angle.

Including behind the pile of junk.


Turns out the pile wasn’t pressed right up against the wall like I originally thought it was, it was actually a small distance away. And there, right before my eyes, was something covered with an old tarp, tucked away behind the pile, out of sight. In an instant, I slid down the pile and walked up to the mysterious object, raising an eyebrow in confusion. It appeared to be something that was attached to a roller stand, the handle sticking out, the only thing that wasn’t covered by the tarp. I reached out slowly and grasped the handle, the cold metal sending a chill up my spine. Using my upper body strength, I pulled the object forward, the wheels making a squeaky sound as I moved it from behind the junk pile. Once I finished moving it, I let go and examined it more closely. I slowly reached out and grabbed hold of the rough fabric, gripping it tightly in my fists. I’m not going to lie when I say that I was a bit nervous. What would I find underneath the tarp? Would I regret it?

“Only one way to find out…” I whispered to myself, and in one swift motion, I ripped the tarp off of the object. The first thing I saw was a huge cloud of dust, and I used my hand to swat it away, coughing a few times. When the dust cleared, what I saw was something I wasn’t expecting. The thing sitting on the roller stand was some sort of rust covered generator. I circled around it a couple of times to get a better look, and I was surprised to find that engraved on the side of the machine was Ratchet’s name, almost invisible due to the amount of rust that had built up over time.

Okay, now I was starting to get a little freaked out. Why would Ratchet keep something like this hidden from everyone? What did it even do?

“Maybe I can find some sort of “on” switch, I can figure out what it does.”

My eyes wondered over the generator, trying to find something that would resemble a button or lever that would start up the machine. I eventually found a small flip switch on the back of the generator, and I swallowed the huge lump in my throat, a small bead of sweat trickling down the side of my face. I was extremely nervous for some reason, and I couldn’t figure out why. Maybe it was because I was scared of what this generator (well, if it is actually a generator), would do once I turned it on. It could do something seriously dangerous for all I know, I just know that whatever it does, it must have been Ratchet’s reason for hiding it from me. I took a deep breath, and ever so slowly, flipped the switch.

The generator instantly roared to life, shaking violently, the sound of several cogs and springs moving within the machine. I jumped back slightly at the sudden noise, not expecting it to start up so quickly. I watched as the machine closely as it hummed softly, but it didn’t seem to be doing anything interesting. Until I saw a small display screen on the front of the generator that had lit up. I leaned over slightly and got a better look. Unfortunately, the screen wasn’t calibrated properly, so whatever was on the screen was all jumbled up and I couldn’t make out what it was. Shrugging my shoulders, I decided to switch off the machine and put it away. Suddenly, the generator made a weird sound, almost like something had been jammed between the cogs.

“That doesn’t sound good…” I mumbled, reaching over to switch of the machine.

It stayed on.

I flipped the switch a few more times, but it seemed that the machine wasn’t going to turn off anytime soon. I bit my lip worryingly as the generator continued to make that awful sound. Did I break it? Oh god I broke it didn’t I?

“Okay, it’s fine! I just need to grab my toolbox and maybe I can fix it” I reassured myself. I started walking away to find my tools, when suddenly, a big burst of green light came from behind me. I yelped out in surprise, and used my arm to shield my eyes from its harsh rays. The light was coming from the machine, and I was completely surrounded by the bright light.

“What the-“

My moment of surprise was short lived, because it was soon replaced with something else.

In an instant, an excruciating pain shot through my body, causing me to fall onto my knees in pure agony. I let out a bloodcurdling scream as I felt like I was being burned alive, my eyes burning as hot tears streamed down my face. The light from the machine seemed to be getting brighter, and seemed to be the cause of my pain. I wanted to move, but I couldn’t. It felt like something was holding me in place, and the feeling of being set on fire was increasing by the minute. A sharp pain ripped through my left hand, and I cried out in agony. I glanced down at my hand, and my eyes widened in pure and utter horror.

My hand was disappearing.

My fingertips were slowly fading away, each finger dissolving into small particles, which then disappeared into nothingness. I screamed again, desperately grabbing at the particles to try and put them back on my hand, but to no avail. In a matter of seconds, my entire left hand was gone, and it seemed that my arm was the next thing to go. Tears continued to stream down my face, my heart pounding in my chest. I watched in terror as my arm slowly started to fade away, but then I felt another sharp jolt of pain in my right hand. I held my hand out in front of me, and was horrified to see that it was disappearing too. Soon, both of my hands were gone, and my arms were slowly being taken from me. It was the most terrible feeling I had ever felt, like my limbs had been forcefully cut off. But it didn’t stop there. It wasn’t long before other parts of myself were disintegrating. My legs started to go, then parts of my waist, then my hair, and finally, I felt parts of my face being practically ripped apart from my cheeks.

“SOMEBODY! HELP ME PLEASE!” I screamed, hoping that someone, anyone, would hear me.

But nobody came.

I screamed for help, over and over again, praying that this was all just a horrible nightmare.

“PLEASE! I DON’T WANT TO DIE! SOMEONE HELP ME!” I cried desperately, feeling myself getting weaker by the second. I couldn’t feel my hands or legs anymore, and my vision was slowly fading.

“Please… Someone… Help me…”

I didn’t have to strength to scream. One of my eyes had disappeared, and the other one wasn’t far behind. One last tear slid down my cheek, and then…

Everything went black. 

Far From Home, Lost In Time - AU (CHP.1)

This is an AU created by myself and Naymecraft, which will involve both of our OC's. The basic plot is Serina comes across a mysterious machine in Ratchet's Garage, and unfortunately, it sends her to another universe beyond anything she has ever seen before, filled with witches and magic. She then meets a girl named Sirena (Nayme's OC), and they form a friendship that is more powerful than time itself. Serina must return home to Ratchet and her friends, but will she be able to? Or will she have to stay in this new universe forever?

I really hope you guys like it! 

(P.S I put a little reference to a certain something within the story, if you can find it you get a cookie Cookie <3)
I got tagged XDD

Tagged by Naymecraft  

1. So if you could live inside a book/television show/anime, where would you go?  

The yugioh universe bruh, that'd be awesome!

2. Do you typically stay up late (anytime after 12:00 AM) or sleep early (anytime before 12:00 AM)?

Depends really. During the week I go to bed at about 9:00 ish, and on the weekends I stay up till 10:00 - 10:30 pm :D

3. Favourite season? (spring, summer, autumn, winter) 

Winter actually :3 I love snuggling up in bed and drinking hot chocolate <3

4. Books or movies?

Both Meow :3 

5. Play any musical instruments?

I used to play piano, but not anymore XD

6. How long have you been doing art?

about 4 years :D (jesus that's a long time XD)

7. Would you rather be fluent in every language or be expert in every sport? 

Fluent in every language, that would be awesome :)

8. Favorite animal? 


9. How do you feel about being tagged? 

It's fun! La la la la 

10. Have you ever been out your home country? 

nope XD

11. Are you happy with your art style? 

Yeah I guess, but I like to change it often :D
  • Listening to: music XD
  • Reading: Ratchet and clank fanfiction
  • Watching: ratchet and clank clips
  • Playing: nothing...
  • Eating: nothing...
  • Drinking: nothing...


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hi guys! Welcome to my page! I've been drawing since 2012, so my art has improved a lot since I first started XD

I love Ratchet and Clank, Vocaloid, anime, video games, and a whole bunch of other stuff. Don't be afraid to talk to me, I love making new friends :D

If you have a question for me or you just want to chat, leave a comment on my page and I'll be sure to get back to you :)

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IdiotTwins Featured By Owner 2 days ago  Student General Artist
Hi there!
I really appreciate the suport!

Just letting you know the raffle I'm holding for my watchers has been extended til November 29 (My birthday).
Hope you'll enter if you haven't yet.
Have a great day!

Lots of Love,

Envarchy Featured By Owner Sep 19, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Heyo! Thank you so much for the watch !! ;v; I really appreciate it <3
mikabro Featured By Owner Sep 19, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
You're welcome! I love your art, it's so pretty <3
Envarchy Featured By Owner Sep 19, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
aW, you're too kind hhh <33 thank you for your kind words, you really made my day ;;v;;
mikabro Featured By Owner Sep 19, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
awww you're welcome! You deserve it!

the way you draw is just ahhhhhhh

I want your skills XD
DamianBloodlust Featured By Owner Sep 10, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks for the Fave That Brow 
Serina67 Featured By Owner Jul 17, 2016  Student Traditional Artist
:iconthankiesplz: for the fav on my picture!!:D ~:heart: Yato and Hiyori (Snuggy) [V1] Puzzleshipping Yugi Yami Emoticon Chat Talking emoticon 
mikabro Featured By Owner Jul 17, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
you're welcome!
charlot-sweetie Featured By Owner Jul 1, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks for the watch by charlot-sweetie
Naymecraft Featured By Owner Jun 19, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Wow, thank you so much for the watch! :3
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