Red
Red is grasping me heavily by the neck, I hastily try and break free. He gleefully smirks, Red is dead inside.He is a monster. Red is so vividly remembered by any other colour, the all… cringe. Red has sovereignty over the entire colour spectrum.
Red hates you, he wants to enslave you. He embarasses you to gain your power. Red warns you quite efficiently his power he will claim off you before you mess with him.
Red shuts you out of his mottled life. He gets a tight grip on you and body slams you on to the flame flooded ground. Red discards the most beloved colour, Indigo. Red paces back and forth bossing himself around, demanding himself to hate Indigo.
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