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Yep u know it

Red- Easily ticked off, very dangerous, a bit prideful, VERY negative

Orange- Random, Annoying, Weird

Yellow- Hyperactive, random, loud

Green- Very positive, prideful, boastful

Blue- Sad or easily scared or very shy and awkward

Purple- Violent, Weird, Crazy, Misunderstood  by some

Grey- Emotionless
(This is literally the last chapter of my story because honestly, it just isn't good enough and I refuse to make trash nobody likes. I highly doubt I will reboot the story unless I am shown that my material is good enough. However, if you want to take this story and rewrite it and make it yours, message me because I deserve at least a small amount of compensation for what little creativity I have.)

Everything after the conversation with Trevor and my dad was nothing but a blur thanks to the realization that Ying's family had literally paid a visit to my province without me even finding out.  It must have not only been brief, but perhaps an emergency visit since they are a family of anti-war tactics and technology. I sigh loudly in my room as I finish brushing my short, white hair into my usual, slightly more windswept style, before taking from my cabinet some sergeantium chains to wrap them around my horns. I look at myself in the mirror and groan internally, looking at my reflection which shows a rushed putting together of slightly more formal attire and ceremonial jewelry of sorts since I would be going to Heaven with my father and I out of respect to my roots, need to wear typical pieces that reflect my status as a Child of the Shard. As I finish applying some black kohl eyeliner, I hear a knock on the door, before I announce to the person that they are allowed to come in. I hear the door creak open, before being called out by a familiar, feminine voice.

-"Zuyan? Are you alright?" Trevor asks me as he sits down on my bed, his voice full of concern.
-"Yeah, I'm fine, I guess." I tell him monotonously.
-"You seem tired. Do you not wish to go to Heaven?" He asks me, his voice making him sound less concerned, and more curious.
-"I am indeed tired, but I do need to go to Heaven if my father is going. I gotta follow the rules." I roll my eyes to emphasize my last statement, this making Trevor giggle softly.
-"Well I think a change of scenery might do you well. By the way, is Heaven really depicted as pearly white gates among the clouds with streets of gold and roads so crystal clear that it looks like pure glass? Oh, and is it true that the trees are made of ivory and emeralds?" Trevor asks me all sorts of questions, sounding more enthusiastic than my father: and that is saying something.

I turn to him, my eyes heavily lined with black kohl which makes my ruby red eyes stand out, but at the same time making my eyes look like i had smudged charcoal all over them to go to a raccoon convention. Of course, I notice that Trevor is not used to my use of traditional makeup to reflect my status judging from the fact that he is visibly trying not to laugh.

-"Can I help you?" I ask him annoyedly, feeling my eyebrow raise on its own.
-"Uhh... Y-Yeah I'm fine." He says before immediately biting his lip, letting out a weird snorting sound.
-"Trevor, don't you da-" I can't even finish my sentence thanks to little demon shota catboy here losing his marbles; he begins to laugh so hard that I can actually hear the strain in his lungs from how hard he is laughing, this confirming my suspicions about his IQ. In the end, he will always be a child, yet I still love him.

An hour after what had happened in my room with Trevor's little episode followed by me leaving him to stay with my dad as both he and I finish preparing ourselves, we both come out wearing our ceremonial attire. My father had chosen to wear his semi formal trench coat which to Trevor looked like a heavy duty archmage's robes, the black elegant leather adorned with jade and indigo filigree, making my dad look more radiant than usual, his hair was actually cut short and looked sleek and windswept while also being covered by the hood of his coat. Other than that, he was wearing normal black dress pants with his plate greaves I had made for him since I was known to make better ceremonial armor than most blacksmiths in my province. I could hear Trevor gasp in awe as he sees my dad's plate boots, immediately recognizing them as my workmanship from the fact that unlike other blacksmiths, my metal work lacked any visible and tacky seams where metal could have possibly been welded and my metalwork will never look dented by hammers, but forged raw and then reinforced with heat tempering. I see my father let Trevor let out his inner curious cat as he begins to trace his fingers over his boots while my dad casually sits on my sofa, taking a quick puff of his electric cig, raising an eyebrow at Trevor, his legs crossed, while Trevor begins to rub the shadow opal stones and their tempered asmodium settings.
-"My daughter's work surely is functional art. Don't you agree?" My dad smiles softly at Trevor as he enjoys his fruity vapory puffs.
-"It is surely impressive. I never thought I would see anything like it." He sighs as he continues to rub my dad's customized full plate boots.

I take in the sight of my only closest friend casually bonding with the person who made sure I wasn't "decommissioned", this making me smile softly. I announce my presence to them both and my father nods at me, before he begins to purse his lips, this making me sigh since I know what it meant.

-"What's this? Why so drab?" He tells me as he gestures at my black and red velvet sleeveless hoodie which I had embroidered with silver thread into a very formal and intricate pattern. I feel him switch his gaze from my hoodie to my pants, which were the usual black ripped jeans i wore out, and my work shoes which I had adorned with a plate cap that had cut ruby spikes. His disapproving eyeroll was enough to annoy me, but I shrug it off.

-"Okay, I have everything, I am ready." I announce to my father and Trevor, before I make it to my door with my dad, but notice that my catboy homie was sitting on my couch, his head hung over the table while he was fiddling with his fingers.
-"Can I go?" He asked quietly, his tone making me feel bad, before I look at my dad. I see him sigh quietly and he blinks, before walking out the door without me. As I am about to walk out the door with him, I had been looking at Trevor for mere seconds, yet my father had already closed the door on my face. I turn around and walk towards my room, avoiding Trevor at all odds.

I walk into my room and practically tear off my ceremonial clothes and jewelry with my tendrils, throwing them across my room against the wall, the bracelet and toe caps for my boots were completely shattered by the sheer force of them being thrown and I had torn my ceremonial hoodie shirt until it was nothing but small scraps of fabric. I was practically livid, I was in such a rage, and this anger has a very big impact on me physically. I could feel myself get hotter, any body fat of some sort shrank away, leaving me with a flat chest and my ribs were poking out; my body had become so hot that my clothes had become nothing but ashes, leaving me naked in the middle of my room. I was pacing furiously across my room, burning a trail into my floor and the concrete had begun to crack, my mirror shattering, and the metal door frame had begun to warp from the intense heat I was giving off. I didn't care if my anger could kill me, I didn't care if my body became disfigured, I didn't care if my loved ones died. I felt betrayed, I felt hurt. I am downgraded by my lazy father, I made a mistake by falling in love with a catboy who is most probably using me, and I literally have no friends and unless I am working around the clock, I am sentenced to die.

-"I need to kill." I say under my breath, before I can practically hear my spine scrape against itself, the metal plates screeching before I produce a set of daggers, heavily clawed gauntlets, and two pairs of tendrils with spikes, thorns, and razor sharp blades. I felt like I needed to eliminate an entire species, and I knew who to take out my anger on: the person in my living room.

I kick my door down, the metal frame flying into the hallway wall with it, and the hot air being kept in my room sweeps across the entire hallway, shattering all my glass ornaments. I heard a very frantic shuffling and my rage grew more, making the skin on my chest actually split open to reveal the inside of my chest; a system of metallic ribs and nothing but dense, swirling lava, and a glowing black crystal in my hollow chest cavity- I had no lungs, I don't have a heart, yet I breathe and I am considered nicer than most beings that own and actual heart. My chest had begun trying to repair itself, my dermis forming thick strands of weaving metallic "flesh" that would burn away with every breath I took. I am standing in the living room and turn to face the person who was living with me, the creature that had captured my heart yet I felt had dehumanized me, and then he had his back arched at me, and he was hissing at me. His eyes were glowing like two green suns, his fingers had become green bloody claws soaked in his psionic energy, and his tail looked like it had its fur burnt off, revealing a bony yet hollow tail with a tip similar to my own, yet crystalline spines covered his tail while also coming from the base of his tail like quills made of his psionic energy. His hollow tail was bleeding and pulsated with every frantic breath he took. I only take one step closer to him and he had lashed out at me, a large swarm of psionic quills made their way into my flesh and sunk into my skin, harming my already fragile body, leaving me with only one tenth of my skin left, before what little skin I had left began to burn away until I was nothing but a black skeleton that was on fire, my head still attached to it. I could feel my cheeks cooling off, before my eyes became blurry with my blood and tears.
-"Kill me, or let me bring you down with me." I seethe at him, before another barrage of psionic quills lunge towards me, my skin burning off completely, my appearance being nothing but bones and my molten, living hellsteel blood and muscles.
-"You...YOU MONSTER! DIE!" Were the last words I heard Trevor yell at me, before he had shot a large bolt of psionic energy into my core: the black crystal in my chest, before I could feel both the shard crack along with my spine, and before I knew it, my body had become limp, and the last thing I saw was a blurry vision of the person who had killed me run away from me, and out my house.

It was like in my dream, I could see myself on the floor, my body was non-existant, my bones were brittle stone, and my spine- the core of my being was nothing but shards of hellsteel bone that had ceased to hold a now cracked Shard. The room began to deteriorate, my house was already beginning to chip, and I could hear everything in my room disintegrate to nothing. My surroundings had become nothing but darkness, before I saw myself, my soul, floating above a large, infinitely toothed maw with red glowing eyes. The maw began to move and it began to suck me in, yet I couldn't fight it, its cackles were maddening.

The last words I ever heard before I felt my existence become null:
"Nobody loves you, nobody needs you, they all wanted you to die, they wanted you to be DEVOURED."

The distorted voice had devoured me, but seconds before feeling my soul was swallowed, I thought.
"What set me off in the first place anyways?"
(X) You are thin and or tall
(X) You like/wear suits
(X) You constantly feel that you're surrounded by idiots
(X) You're pale
(X) You enjoy the forest
(X) You follow people
() You enjoy having authority
(X) You like to mess with people. As in, picking up and throwing people (if you can't, then you would if you could)
() You have one or more people who you're the boss of
(X) You enjoy being alone
Total:  8

Jeff the Killer
() You prefer a knife for a weapon
() Rabid fans scare the hell out of you
() You're vain
(X) You're insane
(X) You enjoy fighting
() You're arrogant
() You enjoy looking at yourself in the mirror
() You often find you can't catch a break
(X) You enjoy being up/out at night
() You get paranoid about things
Total:  2

Eyeless Jack
() You favor certain types of meat products (liver, leg, ribs, etc)
() You're good with a scalpel
(X) You're good at sneaking around
(X) You often wear dark clothing
(X) Blood doesn't bother you
() Organs fascinate you
() You have a lot of self control
(X) You have good hand eye coordination
(X You're good at hiding
() You're quiet
Total:  5

BEN Drowned
(X) You're good at computers
() You've hacked something before
(X) You enjoy video games
() You like to get high
(X) You're a bit of a pervert
() You don't like water
(X) You're on the internet a lot
(X) You enjoy messing with people
(X) You don't like doing what people tell you
() You snack a lot
Total:  6

Smile Dog
() You enjoy having your photo taken
(X) You enjoy going outside
() You often give people information and tell them to pass it on
(X) You enjoy treats every now and then
() You enjoy photo manipulation
(X) You have a nice smile
(X) You like dogs
(X) You like attention
() You enjoy naps
() You like your teeth
Total:  4

The Rake
() You have long/sharp nails
(X) You get irritated easily
(X) You have beautiful eyes
() You enjoy small spaces or rooms
() You're sick of a joke(s) being made about you
(X) You run fast
() You can't take a joke
() You snap easily
(X) When you get angry it's hard to control yourself
() You don't like being accused of things
Total: 4

() You're good at picking things up with your feet
() You can do things with your feet that you can with your hands
() You're generally good with your feet.
() You enjoy simple things
(X) You like hugs
() You enjoy walks
() You have a strong kick
() You enjoy talking
() You have many amusing stories, all of which may not be true
(X) If you were a pony you'd be an alicorn princess and give free waffles to the needy. Because you can.
Total:  2

() You like making friends
(X) You enjoy hugs
() You enjoy going to/throwing parties
(X) You like sweets
(X) Sometimes your personality can get a little out of hand
(X) Sometimes you don't know your own strength.
() You like colors, especially rainbows
(X) You enjoy games
(X) You like to have fun
(X) You get scary when you're angry
Total:  8

() You look fabulous
() You feel fabulous
() You are, in fact, fabulous
() You have an attitude
() You enjoy compliments
() You plan what to wear
() You have many accessories
() You take fashion seriously
(X) When people insult you, you snap
(X) You're sarcastic
Total:  2

(X) You have a favorite drink that you are often seen with
(X) You love trolling people
(X) You're good at parkour
(X) You're good at sneaking around
(X) You know a language other than English
() You're sexy and you know it
() You're overprotective
(X) You enjoy tricks and pranks
() You often wear black or white
() You enjoy being mysterious
Total:  6

() You smoke
() You get angry easily
(X) Little things irritate you
() You have a soft side
() You're in denial of said soft side
(X) You're violent
(X) You can change your voice easily
(X) You enjoy the shadows
() You're harsh
(X) You can deceive people easily
Total:  5

(X) You're good at crafts
(X) People have described you as cute (AND THEY LIE!)
(X) You like cats
(X) You enjoy hugs
(X) You don't really know the boundaries of personal space
() You're oblivious to many things
() your mindset is innocent
(X) You love your friends, even if they don't love you back
() You're happy most of the time
() You don't swear
Total: 6

You are: I am Splendorman
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