AnDe

Depending on the family history, background, past, the creature is brought to life and is moved on accordingly.

Depending on the brainwashes, teaching, experience, traumas, events, The creature’s mind is built accordingly.

The mind is one’s filter.

The past builds it.

The mind makes one see the things it wants them to see.

Think the way it wants them to think and hear what they want them to hear while everyone in the whole world could be seeing the exact same thing.

Everyone walks on their own path. Yet, we live in a world where elderly people out there as parents, teachers, expect everyone to exist with the same mindset.

Depression. Gladly, as generations go by, is trying to be understood despite all of its complications. Once it holds on to you, You can never, or at least harshly can let go. Quite possessive at the most times.

The hardest unfair fact about it is that it’s never under our control whether we decide to have it or not.

Anxiety. Depression's best friend? I suppose so since its role is all about helping in being a big part of the evil act. Turning minds upside down, with making creatures have a whole different perspective of the entire world to the exquisite them.

Creating a huge barrier from making the ambitious little beings move on to their destination in life.

Doubting their minds as they step on their faces. "GIVE UP!" They scream before the beings start questioning if it's all worth making it to their dreams.

And it is, and will always be a Yes.

None of whoever suffered down here found it all of no use when finally made it up there regardless of when and how.

It is their choice- whether they decide to fight back the bullies. The mental-abusers. The degenerates that others couldn't hate more. An and De.

As they decide they would never be all alone with An and De, they'd start looking up at the ones who have reached up there, as a motivation and a source of light to their pitch-black minds.

Yet, An and De never give up on them. They'd control the creatures' minds into hallucinating and imagining, forming a spike-like structure on their paths to make them fall, hurt, and bleed. When in reality... There were no spikes.

They want us to slip.

It's scary to admit they have succeeded in making the majority of us of us feel trapped and helpless. Why is it so hard to succeed over them?

Oh, It's because they are in all control of our minds.

How can we tell the real from the fake spike or thorn?

The two experts on mind manipulators-- An and De.

The ones that will trick us into seeing what they want us to see.

What can we do to control them?

Hell, AnDe, you have just embodied us at this point. And to some of us, You never let go of them until they drift their selves away...

Why invisible when you're enormous? Why steal our innocent minds? Play our bodies like puppets? Steal our souls... what do you do with them?

Perhaps, a prison of hell, where the supposed possessed souls are dumped into.

While some of the exquisite creatures out there give up saying "Fine, AnDe. Bring me whatever you wish me to face." and stay in place.

It's also our choice to stay loaded and ready for AnDe's endless attacks.