Rust

Rust! The one who created The Entity. If you were looking for The Possessed One, click the link to her page.

## Biographical information

### Residence

Somewhere, wandering and watching over Aqua.

## Personality

Rust is kind but can be hot-headed, and often gets angry. He tries his best to stay calm but can go over the edge sometimes. Otherwise, he's protective and feels immense guilt when he hurts someone and/or their feelings. He can get confused sometimes.

## Appearance

Rust is a rust-colored stick figure who is slightly transparent (because he's dead) and wears an orange t-shirt and light blue jeans. His right eye is completely black and drips out stuff of a strange, black, inky liquid. His left eye is normal. His head is covered in bandages from his death and there's scratch-wounds that look like they came from rocks on his left arm and leg.

## Backstory/Cause of death

### Chapter 1

I sighed, knocking on my sister's door again. "Fuschia, I'm sorry." I say after a minute. No reply. "Fuschia, you know I didn't mean too.." the guilt quickly overcame me. My little sister, Fuschia, was 16. I had gotten way overprotective and not allowed her to go out, even though she said it was just with a couple of friends. Naturally, I'd gotten upset when she refused and smashed her phone, which I now need to pay for according to my parents. "Fuschia.." I say again.

I run quickly to the drawer where my dad keeps tools. (I'm a programmer, so I don't really need tools, which is why we keep them in a drawer.) I open the drawer, pick up the screwdriver, and walk back up to my sister's room. I pick the lock after a couple minutes and I'm in. She isn't in her room, which alarmed me. A lot. Did she go? Well, of course she did. Fuschia wasn't one to listen to anyone, she didn't care for rules. I know she left because the window is open. I run to the door, skidding to a stop.

"I'm going out!" I call. I could hear my mom answer, "Be back by 12!" as I shut the door. I smirk. *She has way too much faith in me and Fuschia.* I go to the driveway, get my keys out of my pocket, and hop in the car. It wasn't my car; it was my mom's, but she let us use it when we needed to. I guess Fuschia's friends picked her up or something.

I stop at a stoplight, turn the corner, and find my way down to the mall which is likely where Fuschia's going to be. I finally find a spot in the parking lot- the place was packed- and enter a store. This store sold stuff like clothes and stuff like that, so I knew Fuschia would be here. She isn't very girly, but I know she's probably in some corner of the store, searching for gray ripped jeans or some kind of gothic clothing. I walk around the store for a bit, lost. I eventually find the hoodies section, where, low and behold, was my sister. Her friends were in baggy jeans and matching black T-shirts, as was Fuschia. "Hey! Mom said you couldn't go out." Fuschia turns around, somehow turning red, even though she was a pink stick figure.

"HEY!" Fuschia cries. "DID YOU FOLLOW ME?!" I make a face. "Sort of. But mom said you had to come home, so come home." That was a lie, but I didn't know the kind of stuff she'd be doing today! I basically drag her out out of the store, her friends laughing hysterically, and shove her in the car, and we begin the drive home.

### Chapter 2

After we'd gotten home, I went to my room. My friend- or ally, or something- was floating above my bed. "Hi, Entity." I say, dropping down into my chair and my laptop."Hi." The Entity replies. The Entity was kind of horrifying, in appearance. But I've learned to trust it.. although Fuschia hasn't. Entity didn't get along well with Fuschia. *Probably because me and Fuschia fight a lot.* I think. But Entity had hurt Fuschia before, and I never wanted Fuschia hurt, The Entity was too eager to hurt people in general, and it made me worried sometimes. "Alright, bye." Says The Entity, teleporting. "Bye." I mumble, still focusing on my work.

I don't know where Entity came from. I know where it originated, though. My brain. There were drawings of the inky stick figure all over my room, and ideas and everything. One day, I just found my character floating around exploring my room. I was scared, at first. Anyone would be. I'd jumped back and cried, "WHO ARE YOU?!" in anger. Who was this... this thing, and what was it doing in *my* room?! It had introduced itself as The Entity and said it knew nothing about anything. But then around and recognized it immediately, everything about it. I had welcomed it, and my family welcomed it, except Fuschia. Fuschia and Entity hated each other from day one. That's because Entity attacked her almost immediately, and she almost died. It hasn't hurt her as severely since, but.. it's good to be careful, I guess.

Once I'm done with my work, I run out to the kitchen to grab some food. Fuschia's yelling, making a huge ruckus that I didn't notice while I was working. I walk down the hallway and pop my head in. She's in a call with some friends and playing some kind of game. She turns to me. "GET OUT!" She shrieks, "Geez, just wanted to see what you wanted for dinner." She turns to me and grumbles, "I don't care." I smirk, "Alright," and leave to go back down to my room.

I am, however, stopped in my tracks by The Entity. "Don't talk to her." It snarled. "She's my sister." I say matter-of-factly, "It's impossible to not talk to her." Entity doesn't have a face, but I can feel it giving me a glare. "She's just trouble." It mutters.

### Chapter 3

I wake up, feeling strange. There's an echo in head. Not an echo, more of a voice. I look around for The Entity, who usually waits for me to wake up so that it can fantasize about murdering my sister to me or something. *I'm right here*, the voice in my head mumbles. *What?* I think, *How-* I'm cut off by a sharp, *I have no idea.*

This is nerve-wrecking and weird. I didn't like having The Entity in my head, it kept imagining brutal ways to murder my family and friends and me, and even though it said it was just fantasizing, it still made me really mad at it. I screamed at it to stop, to get out of my head, as my rage boiled in my veins. This weird liquid was coming out of my eye, too. I could myself and Entity getting increasingly upset as I yelled at it and it started threatening me.

The headache was almost too much to bear, I was on the verge of passing out. The Entity- I started hating it more anything,

W.I.P- Spades