At 11/10/11 01:51 PM, Chronamut wrote:
At 11/10/11 12:06 PM, FatKidWitAJetPak wrote:
Hats probably why I make ambience.THIS JUST IN! FatKidWitAJetPak's reasons for making music involve.. HATS!
It was a cold, dark night. The wind trickled down my back as if it was raining. I shivered as the hairs stood up on the back of my neck. My footsteps echoed through the dark, brick covered alleyway as I headed home after a long night working at the bakery. I stopped lr a moment and pulled out a pack of cigarettes from my frot coat pocket. The erry sounds of silence engulfed the world around me as the cigarette blistered in the darkness, signaling to any nighttime robber that I was open for business. I wasn't to afraid of criminals in the old London city. I had walked the very same path for years without much trouble, but it was unknown to me that tonight would be different.
Sudddenly, a fierce laugh sprawled its way into my ears. I shot my head backwards and found myself staring straight into the jagged eyes of a scrawny man, his teeth glistening against the red glow from my cigarette. I couldn't make out much of his figure, due to the pitch black atmosphere of the alleyway. All I could see was that he was a tall, skinny man with white eyes, yellow teeth, and a strangely large hat rested against his wrinkly old head. "Hahahah!" he yelped. I took the cigarette out from my mouth and stepped back a few paces. "What the hell is so funny?" I jagged back. "Your head!," he said, "There isn't a hat in it! it's quite ugly. You should have a hat!" I stared at him horrifically in confusion. "I don't wear hats." I said.
His eyes widened with an expression that I could only describe as a spiral into insanity. "You... Don't like hats?" he whispered in a breath of despair. "Well, no not really. They make my head itch," I stated. I lifted the cigarette up to my mouth and released a puff of smoke out into the night. "Itch? Your head is already itchIng! it is festering with a horrible scent that causes my nose to bleed! You pitiful fiend! You will pay for your insolence. I'll stop your head from itching, forever!" He pulled a knife out of his jacket and lunged for my scalp.
Beore I could react, he was already on top of me. I struggled underneath his grasp, but it was far to late. I felt his blade carve into my head. Te blood washed down my forehead and I screamed into his hand. Pain shot through my body, and everything went black.
I woke up. The sheets on my bed were drenched in sweet. I breathed slowly and lifter the covers off my shaking body. "What a nightmare" I said to myself. I rubbed my eyes and went to the bathroom for a glass water. The light dimmed on as I walked into the marble floor tiles. Then, something caught my attention in the mirror. I turned as stared at the figure staring back. Sitting on my head was a large,
black hat, sticker to my scalp. I screamed. Everything went dark.
Sbb I would rather not brig up my childhood again... but now you know.