"The end of an era.... or is it?"
"They burn inside, forever melting, forever in pain. The fire begins to creep towards your doors."
"Once Halloween had passed, they were born. Any attempt to escape now, is forlorn. So dear listener, beware of the black and white thorns. They'll find their way to your bedroom door. Soon."
"Let me tell you a story. Of a man named Cory. On one faithful Halloween night... He was in for quite the fright."
"Within closed wardrobes. Wait the living dead. As well as the Monsters roaming. Right beneath your bed. Intent on bringing you bountiful pain. You'll never be alone again."
"At the edge of sleep, lays the one Marked-In-Fire. Behind closet doors, marches the Static and Wildfire. All under the control of the one Puppeteering. For she's here, and always Watching."
"While Cory made his escape, he was by no means free. For in his hallway, was somebody familiar to meet. The Wicked Toy himself, with that damned grin. But could it be that something far more wicked, hides behind him?"
"As Cory escapes his fate, now it is time to have some fun. As this Wicked Toy sings the tune of the Spooky Scary Skeletons. All to waste time 'till he gives his final bow. Making way for the Caged Beast to take Cory down."
"The Wicked Toy succeeded in his dastardly plan. Leading for things to get very quickly out of hand. While Cory tried to stay silent, as to not to awake the Beast. It had heard him already, and it is time for it's feast."
"Cory's fate begun to look grim. As the Box awakened right in front of him. Now the beast stares at Cory with a soulless grin. Perhaps some things should've been left forgotten....... Rhyth'z nvuuh jvtl jvsslja oly klia."
"Fvb spcl h jvtwshjlua spml. Klzwpal ruvdpun aol hayvjpaplz fvby mhaoly jvttpaalk. Fvb'ss ulcly thrl bw mvy aol mhja fvb rpsslk fvby vdu iyvaoly. Iba kvu'a dvyyf. Fvb dpss il qvpupun opt zvvu. Zll fvb zvvu."
"Zv jvbsk fvb? Alss tl ovd fvb'yl zsllwpun lhzf Ovd fvb'yl vusf aopurpun vm fvbyzlsm Zovd tl ovd fvb qbzapmf. Alsspun hss fvby splz sprl zljvuk uhabyl. Spzalu, thyr tf dvykz: vul khf Fvb dpss whf, fvb dpss whf Rhyth'z nvuuh jvtl jvsslja fvby klia TOMMOROW."
“2 hours until your Judgement begins There is no running now, this is the end. I will collect my debt. And you will suffer your atonement, son of the Tyrant.”
"This is a nightmare....."
"The first of many to die. The Tyrants youngest child. They had been hiding within my purgatory. But here will be the end of their story."
"I had finally gotten him But of course somebody has to step in. And who else could it be, but my own kin."
~ SPEAK THEIR TITLES ~ [Say My Name Montage Mix] is releasing in 5 hours! The track's been done for a while, I just needed to wait on some assets and wanted to make sure I got it right.
""Pick up the phone. I know your home.""
"Doesn't every good musical, start with a good prelude to it's narrative?"
"It has been a while. I have waited some time. To continue telling the story. About the child of the Tyrant, Cory. Not much longer now."
"It's been a long time. Since you've heard this story. So let us see once more the climb. Of the Tyrant's son, Cory."
"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝚰𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐘𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓'𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐍? 𝐅𝚰𝐍𝐄. 𝐋𝐄𝐓'𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝚰𝐒 𝐓𝚰𝐌𝐄. 𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝚰𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒."
"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝚰𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐘𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓'𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐍? 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐔𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐇𝚰𝐌 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝚰𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝚰𝐎𝐍𝐒."
"𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝚰𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒. 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐘. 𝐋𝚰𝐊𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑, 𝐋𝚰𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍. 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋."
"𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝚰𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐃𝚰𝐒𝐓𝐀𝚰𝐍. 𝐖𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐇𝚰𝐌. 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝚰𝐍𝐆... 𝚰𝐒 𝐋𝚰𝐌𝚰𝐓𝚰𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐒. 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐇𝚰𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘."
"𝐓𝐇𝚰𝐒 𝐖𝚰𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝚰𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐆𝐋𝚰𝐌𝐏𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐘𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓'𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐍. 𝐖𝐄 𝐖𝚰𝐋𝐋 𝐆𝚰𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄. 𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐖, 𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘. 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝚰𝐕𝐀𝐋 𝚰𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍."
"𝐓𝐇𝚰𝐒 𝚰𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐆𝐋𝚰𝐌𝐏𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐆𝚰𝐕𝐄. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐍. 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑. 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍."
"Yet again, another year has passed. Time nowadays for me, seems to go fast. However this day is more special then the last. For today was the day the Prodigy's game crashed."
“We once again follow the story of the man named Cory.”
"Present Time: Within the Pale Forest.... The Goddess Karma laments her failure to kill the tyrants son. Learning the futility of attempting to stop Fate. As it was destined to happen, so it shall be."
"Into the hellish depths below."
"we'll see you again, soon!"
"Don't hold it against us."
"She may hear you. But the Mother cannot see."
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