I guess I really need to do this, so here’s the ‘ prologue ‘.


    ….


    “So… what do you want?”


    “Something.”


    “What’s something?”


    “… Well, obviously, you lack the mental power to put the pieces together, so I’ll do it for you; What would you feel, if you were locked in a box, endless, full of nightmares, full of monsters beyond comprehension, and your only entertainment is watching the great life of others around you. What would you feel? Why would you seethe?”This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please report it.


    “Jealousy.”


    ”No, try again.”


    “… Hate?”


    ”No.”


    “I give up. Tell me.”


    “The simple answer is that you wouldn’t. Your mind would be broken, insane, incapable of emotions; All you would do, is do what you do best. Kill. Search, kill, repeat. Dimensional gates open and shut, leading more of yourself through, to continue doing what you do best.”


    ”So, they’re all insane?”


    “Not all. Some grew. Became more powerful to ward off the nightmares and insanity, and became revered. But they hated.”


    “So what do they do?”


    “They play their hand, and maneuver their strings on the little wooden dolls that like to sit in black rooms and answer questions.”