Board Thread:Art, Stories and Songs/@comment-27024716-20150514194936

It was in 0 A.D. that I was born. I guess that means I'm older than Jesus or something like that. I was born on September 13th.

Let's fast-foward to the year 14 A.D. As you could guess, I was 14 at that time. It was that year that I had died. Drowned, to be exact. Yep, one kid was a jerk. I couldn't swim at this time so he kicked me into the nearby river and drowned me.

And somehow, I managed to live on. I had many lives, but my appearance in each of them never changed. I always had long brown hair and brown eyes. What had happened after this is not important. Buuuuttt...it was 1987 that should catch your interest. Yes. The year of The Bite of '87. I think I'm the reason Foxy bit that girl.

I'm really smart. My whooole generation was the same. Hot-headed mother, intelligent father. Sound familiar? Anyway, I was a PRO at bombs at that time. Also sound familiar? Anyway, I had went to Freddy's, and holy sh*t was I scared of the animatronics. I thought I'd do something funny to stop my fear of them, so I created a bunch of mini-bombs that would mess with their circuits. I put one in each of the animatronics.

As I wanted it to be, they started acting strange. It was hilarious. I got the best results out of Foxy. He was saying swear words left and right. All the other kids were saying it with him and I was on the ground in a puddle of tears from laughing so hard.

That's when a little girl, about 10 came up to him. Foxy shouted the forbidden F word, and as he closed his mouth to say another one, that's when he suddenly tipped forward, short-circuited and bit the girl. I stopped laughing at that point and called 911. Thankfully, the girl lived but she will always be in a coma. Hell, even as I'm typing this now she's in a coma.

I became a bomb specialist and ended up building a bomb I called the HH-3000 that blew up HALF OF FRICKIN' NEW YORK! I was fired after that, and soon died. Fell off a building by accident. That got me the name of The Mad Bomber Girl.

Fast forward to the year 2000, I was born again. This time, without a father. Or a mother. I got sent to an orphanage and was adopted when I was about 2 days old. Then when I was 10, I started roleplaying for the first time. Turned 14, joined F.R.I.E.N.D.S. and Painting the World Grey.

Around the ending of PtWG, stuff happened in my family. My fake mom and dad started getting happier by the day. I got worse. Eventually, I couldn't take it anymore. I cut my hair and filmed my goodbyes and committed suicide.

The true end. 