Jasper's Non-Canon Origins, Chapter 1Once upon a time, there was a young boy named Jasper. He lived in the country in a treehouse resembling those in Escent village, though far more isolated.He lived with his father, having never known his mother. Though his father focused on his work much of the time, he always made sure to make time for his son when he'd finished his work.One day, Jasper went into the forest to take a walk in solitude. Though he was young, he had an independent streak, and a tendency to quietly walk in the shadows.Jasper returned from his walk, just as his father landed on the ground next to him... and so Jasper's father died.Jasper left, mourning, and wandered aimlessly across the forest, until he encountered Escent Village.There, he wandered about, until he found another boy, named Woodrow. Jasper told Woodrow what happened, and he immediately left to tell the adults in the village.Jasper sat down, and simply stared at the forest around him. This he did for many hours, until suddenly, a loud cras
The Origin of Johnny Toast (Part 1)“What are you looking at, Johnny?” Johnny’s mother, Sarah, stood in the doorway, looking quite a bit like her son: Thin, pale, with dark hair. Her eyes were a dark brown, and at the moment, she wore a very concerned expression.Young Johnny Toast was sitting in his room, reading a large, dusty tome. He looked up at his mother.“I’m reading about the local haunted areas, mother.” He said enthusiastically.Johnny’s mother sighed, and closed her eyes.“Johnny, what have I been telling you about all of that ghost nonsense?” she said, exasperated.Johnny replied, “That no good will ever come of pretending to hunt ghosts… but…”She cut him off. “And what else have I been telling you?”“That, as a ten year old, I should look at my future… but…” He replied again.“And…?” She prompted.Johnny looked away, frustrated with his mother’s lack of understanding.
I Shall ReturnThe walls cave in, she stumbles forward.Her heart is beating fast.There is no voice, there is no comfort.She is alone now at last.She sees nothing and hears nothing,Just the beating of her heart.The tears roll down from her face,She’s never felt so far apart.She’s losing strength, she can’t go on.She collapses down in fear.All her friends, all her victories,How could it really all end here?Suddenly she grits her teeth,And pushes to her knees.She musters one last ounce of strength,And stands up on her feet.She faces the perpetual darkness,She looks but she doesn’t see.With determination, she says at last,“You haven’t seen the last of me.”