Sunny - Prolouge

She was nothing. She was everything. She was darkness, light, and everything in between. She was mean, happy, surprised, annoyed, and confused, all at the same time. She was moldable, like a piece of clay. She was formed into whatever The Master wanted her to be. She could switch between being a cheerleader or a goth within a second. She could be an innocent little girl, or a killing machine. She was all of them. She was none of them. She had no personality, yet all of them combined into one. Whatever The Master wanted her to feel, she felt. Whatever The Master wanted her to look like, she looked like. Whoever The Master wanted her to be, she became. She had no choice. She lived only to serve The Master. If she failed, it meant death. And her name was Sunny.

Author's Note

This is just the prolouge for a story I may or may not write; I've got a lot of other things going on

Reviews

[Grimmmes]

Ohhh I love this idea! Very chilling and mysterious, I hope you do continue this story! I love the use of juxtaposition and your line 'she was moldable, like a piece of clay' perfectly summarises your concept.

[Raina Mist]

Thanks! :)