Fantazia
Legacy Name: Fantazia

I'll never understand how or why it happens. It’s like something just takes over me and all I can do is watch myself from far away. There are a total of 39 lives on my hands… And more to come I’m sure. I do try to fight whatever it is that makes me do such horrible actions... But it doesn’t seem to help. Another thing I don't understand is how I still have the best of friends anyone could ask for, even after everything that’s happened to him. Darner has no official gender, but I've just always referred to Darner as a male. I don't know why; I just have. And I will never fathom how... I could murder my best friend. Not on purpose or anything. Like I said... It's like something just takes over me and I can't stop myself. Sometimes I black out and can't remember what happened; other times it’s like I'm watching but can't control it.

I still remember that horrible night. It was getting late and Dar-Dar and I decided to walk to Deadly Delicious together. We both needed a few supplies so we could begin baking the next day. As we were walking, we briefly began to discuss my illness. Suddenly, I heard footsteps coming up quickly behind us. I remember spinning around to see who or what it was... And I lost myself once more. My claws extended out and I began tearing into this poor, innocent woman... More terrified screams and calls for help, forever etched into my memory, to forever haunt me. I felt his soft touch, and I couldn't even stop myself, my heart broke as I felt his warm blood hit my skin. Two new victims in the span of five minutes… And one of them was him. I had murdered my best friend- my only friend.

I didn't have time to mourn for them there. I needed to move the bodies. I quickly hid the woman in a dark, empty alleyway nearby. As I began walking closer to Darner, I couldn't hold it back any longer. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I looked over his body. His stomach and his arms were all torn up from my claws. I managed to pick him up and carry him to the back door of Deadly Delicious. After I unlocked the door, I pulled him inside and locked it again. I carried him through the back of the kitchen and into our office room. I cleared off the nearest table with a sweep of my arm and carefully laid his body across it. I couldn't do anything but stare at what I had done to him. His arms had been shred open with barely any skin left to cover them. What was left was bloody muscle scored with deep cuts. His stomach... Various organs were visible. I sunk myself down into a corner crying. I hated who I was and kept asking myself -why does this keep happening? Why did he of all people have be a victim of mine? How could I ever forgive myself?

The long hours passed by until it was almost morning. The bakery would be opening soon but I couldn't bring myself to move. I had just killed my best friend. How could I bring myself to do anything ever again? I was huddled in the corner crying, my arms wrapped around my legs, when all of a sudden Dar-Dar’s body tumbled down from the table and onto the floor. Startled, I flinched, my palms hitting the floor as my tear stained face riveted on him. I couldn't believe it. So many emotions flooded me. He had lost too much blood. I had heard his heartbeat stop, and held him as he took his last breath, or so I had thought. I slowly pulled myself across the floor closer to him. He glanced down at himself and looked at me with wide eyes. He asked me how it was possible that he was still alive. He was my 39th victim, and out of all of them, I had never seen any of them come back the way he did. At this point however I didn't care how or why it had happened. Now I had the chance to make up for what I had done to him, if that’s even possible. I quickly scrambled to Darner's office desk and grabbed the big first aid box. I pulled out all the bandages that I could and started wrapping his arms. The bandages were stained red by the time I began on his torso. I carefully wrapped them around his body, keeping his insides on the inside where they belonged. My hands were stained red too; I don’t know if it will evercome off.

Story written by Vaporeon but
edited by Iridescent.