As some of you know, I FallOutFox have a believe/fascination with death. I do believe in life as well, but death is most understandable. This will be another time to type about my fascination later. Grimmy is death, but not as a individual, he is part of a large grope. Others that relate to death, but with different names and portraits. This is a short story about Grimmy, the drawing is old but you will see more about Grimmy soon.
Grimmy was once a ordinary boy, other then his dark humour about life, people, and death he was normal teen. Until one horrible night, there was a gang war at his street. Grimmy was at the middle, he wasn't a fighter so he run like hell. He went straight to the park, that soon turns out to be an abandoned graveyard. He suddenly fell into a hole and was knocked out about an hour. Soon he waken up and walked all over the cave, finding a way out. Grimmy was getting cold, he'd then found a carved tunnel that was made out of marble. Grimmy thought this was a was out, but it was leading to an dead end. It was just a large room with a gravestone that have a scythe sticking out on top. Grimmy started to like this place, the whole room soon got colder and colder. This didn't bothered Grimmy, he just went on top of the grave stone and grabbed the scythe. He pulled the scythe with one pull and then "bang!" Grimmy is now death. He wasn't alone, there was another teen called D-Man, and they soon became bests of friends (after the big fight with each other).
TO BE CONTINUED
(with more details and the meaning of this half planned plot.)