sorry guys i totally forgot to post! i drew this irl so i had to import it in magma. (ignore how i miss spelled bored i meant bored) this is daimein you might see more of him!


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i made a story about a month ago here it is:Chapter 1: The Cookie and the Truth
I never remembered my mom's face. But I always remembered her lavender perfume—she always wore it, and it was sweet, just like her. That’s all I remember. My mom and dad died eight years ago, when I was four. Now, I live in an orphanage.
Let me tell you what happened before I say too much.
“When will the food be done?” I whispered to myself. Then I had the best idea. “I’ll just sneak one cookie. No one will notice.”
I snuck down the stairs and slipped into the empty room where the master key was kept. I grabbed it, ran to the kitchen, and opened the door.
But instead of cookies, I saw something else—something weird. Bottles. Not food. Bottles filled with shimmering blue liquid. Every bottle had a white label:
SERUM BATCH M-13 — SUBJECT AGE 10–13.
Beside them was a checklist of kids’ names.
My name was on it.
And next to it: MONSTRALIZE PHASE 1.
I froze. I’d been drinking this stuff for weeks—Miss Flakker always told me it was just vitamins.
My heart started pounding. I ran to the hallway.
“Where are you going, Carrat?”
I froze again. Miss Flakker was standing at the end of the hall.
“I—I was just getting some water,” I lied, holding the key behind my back.
“Water, huh?” she said, smiling that creepy smile.
She reached her hand out. I hesitated, then gave her my hand.
“I think,” she said sweetly, “you’ve been a curious little boy, Carrat.”
I nodded slowly.
“Were you in the kitchen for a cookie?” she asked with that same fake smile.
“N-no! W-why would you think that?!”
She just nodded and patted my head.
“Okay. Now go to sleep.”
She tucked me in and left. But there was no way I could sleep.
I was getting drugged to turn into a… monster.
I stared out the window, thinking of climbing out. Then I heard a voice.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
It was a girl. I’d never seen her before. She was about my age, with long black hair that covered her face and a white dress. No shoes.
“They have guards out there. If they catch you trying to escape, they’ll kill you,” she said, walking away. “Follow me. I’ll help you.”
She held out her hand. I reached for it—
SLAP!
“OW! Why?!”
“You need to give me something valuable,” she said.
“Okay, just don’t slap me again!” I said, rubbing my hand.
I handed her my toy car.
SLAP!
“Hey! That toy is special!”
“You’re special. That thing’s a TOY,” she snapped.
“You know what? I don’t need your help! You’re mean!”
this is old art i drew in 2020, i hadn't drawn in a while.
thank youuuu!!!
the colors are beautiful
sorry guys i totally forgot to post! i drew this irl so i had to import it in magma. (ignore how i miss spelled bored i meant bored) this is daimein you might see more of him!
Introstang
to be continued......