Chapter 1; My Imaginary Frenemy
AleX KaotiK: The Eldrich Saga!
By WulfF420
Chapter 1: My Imaginary Frenemy
Part A: Prologue
Hello, my name is Alexander, and I have an imaginary friend. It all goes back to when I was a child. I had many imaginary friends, tons and tons of little multicolored cloverleaf people, happy little things, snarf from the thunder cats, unicorns, and a girl. Chucky from Child’s play also was there, but that’s another story. There was one boy, though, one boy that I never ever spoke of.
As all of my little colorful friends frolicked and played around me, he sat in a dark corner staring at the wall. He was always the same age as I was when I was 6; so was he; when I was 13, so was he, and so on all of my life. He was always the same size and stature as myself but more emaciated. His Hair was long, almost impossibly long for an average child of my age at the time. Down to his waist, it would stretch and reach hanging in symmetrical tendrils; it was intensely full and thick; the color of it was stark black, dark as the abyss.
In the early days, he stayed to the shadows, keeping himself kind of concealed. From around his head, there was a slight Erie glow and a shadow that he cast. I never really understood why at the time. Even though this creepy child was always with me, and I knew I should never talk about him, I still felt love, even for him, as I did all my imaginary friends, even after...
Every so often, he would say things to me. At first, it was nothing more than an unnerving child’s voice speaking from his far-off dark corner. Soon enough, I could hear him as if he were speaking right in my ear. It started out small, and the antisocial boy would utter things from time to time.
One day, he said, “you should break that thing; maybe you will get a new one.” I would get into trouble many times when I would do what he said to do. Then I would tell him he was a big meanie, and that I hated him. Then I would cool off and forget about it fast enough.
Other times, he would tell me something like, “You Should Do that thing Alex, you need the attention, don’t you?” I Would tell him no, saying that that was a bad thing to do, but he would insist. “Who cares if it’s bad or good Alex, you need the attention, do it now.”
Eventually, I would cave in and go for it, landing myself in trouble yet again. One day after doing something, the other boy told me to do. I had gotten in the most trouble I had ever been in my life, Then I heard him utter something.
“I can’t believe they did that to you Alex. Alex listen carefully, go into the kitchen and find the biggest curved edge thin to thick bladed knife; walk slowly and as soft as you can behind the man. Jam the butcher knife straight into his back just below the first quarter of it, with the edge of the knife pointed away from you.” and push outward on an angle.”
No. I screamed. I was in a bit more trouble after screaming out of nowhere at nothing, but at least it stopped him that time. After I screamed just before the door burst open, I saw a flash of blue light, and the boy vanished. A long while had passed until one night. When I had awakened in the middle of the night, I looked and I saw the most hideous sight I have ever had the misfortune to witness up to that point.
The boy Had returned; he stood in the corner facing the wall; then, he spoke. “I’m sorry Alex, I was bad. I’m standing in the corner thinking about what I have done. I’m thinking about how much fun I had doing it. I am sorry, though. Alex, listen to me now. These pathetic fools were plotting to hurt you, and I could not allow that. From now on, I will not allow anyone to harm you Alex Your body is already mine, and soon, your soul will be too.”
I looked over the room Unable to move, and entirely disgusted. The crimson substance was cast about, scattered all around the room. I saw snarf’s head caught in a basketball hoop. The body parts of all my imaginary friends and their blood Littered the entire room. He killed each and every one of them; the confetti and the colorful creatures were gone forever.
Luckily, no one heard me I didn’t want to tell anyone anything about this. I would lie and pretend I was still the happy child I was. I finally willed myself to move, and I attacked him. Furiously hitting him repeatedly. Eventually, as I thrashed him, I saw his face, and I was frozen with fear once more.
The boy’s face was pure white. His eyes glowed with a solid crimson. The solid crimson looked like a glowing energy inside of empty black eye sockets. The vibrant glow of solid red had black pupils, the size of eyes themselves, housed in the bloody glow. The Boy’s face, slightly resembling myself, bared more similar to the visage of a skull.
Instead of the narrowing cheek bones of a skull, the lower portion of the boy’s face had a wide maw split into a smile from ear to ear, with a top and bottom row of razor-sharp almost shark like teeth. Appearing more like dozens of tiny butcher knives lining the upper and lower mandible of the impossibly wide smile, the teeth sat. Protruding from his temples were proportionate to the size of his head horns that took a similar shape to lightning bolts.
He was all pure white, like ancient sun-bleached bones. In the center of his chest, there was a hole. The hole in his chest wasn’t a wound; it was a perfect dark circle. The strange dark circle in his torso did not show the other side of him. Instead, the perfect shadowed circle was pure blackness, a void into oblivion. Emptiness, Inside the boy was Emptiness Dark and malevolent. I became lost in the infinite Chasm that echoed from this terrifying, hideously twisted, and inverted version of myself as a lad.
He sat up and sat me down in front of him. “Glad to meet you face to face Alex. My name is Kaotik, and I am always with you. Now.” My entourage of slaughtered imaginary friends vanished, but Kaotik went right back to his corner and sat down staring at me. The terrifying face Burned into my mind and always watching me. No one else could see it, but I could still see the blood stains left behind...
Part B; It Begins
The reports proclaimed ‘infantilized youth discovered in home above mass grave’. My parents had fled eventually. They were up against forces they couldn’t possibly comprehend or withstand. I begged him not to hurt them, you see after he had killed all my friends. I became withdrawn and dark as a small child and they could feel the presence over me.
The doctors... they were useless. He stood over them with his bloody claws aimed for their throats and physically stopped me from speaking to them. The priesthood came with their belts and rods and their exorcisms. “We shall not spare this child and spoil him for Satan”. My family watched in horror at what happened... what they had done; it seemed like The Inquisition... but the priests gave up on me, thank God. They fled. My family was terrified when I woke in the morning soiled and covered in blood with no knowledge of what happened. They had heard reports of the priests’ gruesome corpses. the eyes burned out of them.
My family I swear They carry no blame for leaving me. The beautiful happy baby boy they once saw all the hopes for the world in, shining through, was gone. He had regressed to a demonic infant and they couldn’t do anything but watch. Watching, trying hard to accept him, accept his abuse and care for him. They just couldn’t handle any more and well they broke. My family’s souls had been devoured. Not physically like Him, that Rat Bastard like he does. Like he had done to the priests but I was honestly kind of glad he did it to those evil sons of bitches.
I woke to find myself alone in the middle of the night alone with him. He spoke, ‘your pathetic parents abandoned you Alex, but it’s ok I’ll just keep you little and I’ll take over I’ll kill everyone I’ll nourish us with their souls I’m in charge now Alex. I’ll take good care of you, and this world will suffer, suffer for forcing us to be born in it...’
He did take care of me too for several years, he did. He Had kept his word so much so that they never would have caught us. In fact, it was a mystery just how we were caught.
No doubt we were caught though. I was shipped into foster care with three years of lost time and still infantilized apparently it kept me calm and Kaotik was gone for a while. I became a teenager still in diapers but I lived normal. Little over half of the time, I lived normal anyway. There were still times, even then as a teen, when the family would pull their old tricks again each time, always as devastating as the first. Still, mostly normal is better than no normalcy, living only humiliation and control. Fortunately, now they had grown bored of making me the punchline of everything in front of anybody all the time.
Now I’m just living with it, and by now it really is just the norm anyway. I even met a girl. Sereena was her name. I called her Serene; she also kept me calm and safe. We had a strange time though, since she had gotten me into the dark arts.
