A Threesie

So I mades a cool picture and was like: "Oh I have a short story idea that relates to the picture I made." So I decided to put that here. THEN I went: "Hey I wonder what people would make out of this!"

So

1. Picture

I watched the stream from October 6th earlier and got the idea to draw this. I can't look at it if I get rid of the fog. It's just too creepy

I then was hit by a bolt of inspiration

2. STORY TIME! It's an AU of sorts

The small group walked down the halls of the abandoned pizza place, "We have to find the rebels." A brunette said, spinning the gun in his hands slightly, as the ancient robots stared at them, nothing but coldness showing in their otherwise blank stares. The two other males held their weapons their hands, concentrating on the task in hand. If the floor was wood it'd be breaking under their steps and creaking.

Matthew stopped spinning the dark gray gun hearing a soft cry. His mother had been kidnapped by the rebellion and somehow he'd held onto hope. The two males readied their guns, the green lights flashing. The only female there stopped, not bothering to take her gun out. She couldn't help but be afraid. Her parents were long gone and the only people she loved were next to her, and everyone ran the risk of dying.

A red laser beam flew down the hallway. The Union started firing, Stephanie watching in horror as her friends were killed in front of her eyes. She heard a snicker from a rebel and watched their shaded figures walk past. Stephanie grabbed the gun of her now dead husband, not wasting time as she fired at the rebels, tears falling down her cheeks. The rebels fell to ground dying and Steph looked at the mess she made, the blood slowly running toward her like a rising tide.

They were dead. She's killed them. She looked at her dead friends, a small piece of paper coming out of Jason's pocket. She slowly picked it up, reading it's contents aloud quietly. "If you two are ready to die for the rebellion, then tell the Union's commander that you managed to get information on one of our bases. Your job is to walk around until we find and kill you. You'll be ed as a hero amongst the rebellion, for your excellent work as a spy. General Nieron."

Steph crouched on the floor by the wall, feeling the humanity slipping away. Her closest friends wanted to kill them, her husband was dead, her whole family was dead, she had nothing. The dark brown haired female stared at her hands, barely recognisable as a human. Pressing her bloody hands on her face she sobbed purple tears, making a silent vow to kill anyone who entered this building.

They were murderers.

She was a murderer.

They were monsters.

She was a monster.

The real monster.

3. Challenge! So, not as short as I meant it to be BUT! Onto the next part. I have a challenge for you! I want you to make a second part to the story, you can make it as long as you want, but if it's on the longer side to make it easier to read it's preferable that you use paragraphs. Let's use the hashtag #FTSC I guess. (Finish the story challenge.) Please DON'T just make really dark stuff, I would like to read one or two fluff resolutions, at least.

Two rules: No it was just a dream. The just a dream one is specific to a dream. So something like a hallucination doesn't count.

No copying other people's work.

The deadline is Thanksgiving (Nov. 23rd).

Prizes or something.

If someone wants to make prizes then just tell me in the comments, I might add it.

1st

A drawing request (just not too weird)

A tiny song. (I do mean tiny)

A custom title

Haiku

Feature

2nd

A full body drawing* (again not too weird)

Feature

Haiku

3rd

A headshot*

Feature

*I do mean related to Game/Film Theory (Live) in some way.

OKAY! This is way longer than I meant it to be, clap and a half if you read everything. Have some fun times.

The peeps who've made prizes (aside from me)

Trash

Art