Ok so i used to draw these comics about a girl who was easily distracted and a squirrel who constantly saved her life from a masked guy who wants to kill her. Now I suck really bad at drawing so these people and squirrel dont have mouths and neither did my art projects. (thats how i came up with the title) Im only writing these because TB said i dont have enough stuff on my movellas, so i decided to write the UNSPOKEN comics in journal entry form from Wanted's point of view.



I actually didn't know who I was. I know my name, I know I had a family, and I know I had a home, but not who I am or the person who I'm or was supposed to be. I was someone, now I am no one, no one but WANTED.

I know who you are, he thought to me. I didn't respond to him. I just sat there playing with my faded orange hair and staring at the wooden floor boards. You are one of the greatest witches that ever lived. I stared at him with eyes wide and questions were swarming in my head like a bunch of angry hornets, but one thing was perfectly clear.

You're crazy, I thought to him. This guy was obviously not right in the head. I needed to get out of here and fast. Only two days ago was he trying to kill me with acid, now he's trying to tell me I'm a witch. Next he's going to tell me that a pig is going to fly in through the window! Then there was a loud squeal and I saw Mask Man staring intently at the window with his hand outstretched in front of him. It looked like he was giving someone a death glare while directing traffic. There was another squeal, but this time it sounded like it was in pain. The next thing I knew a pink blob came crashing through the glass, flinging shards everywhere. I could feel Sparky shaking on my shoulder as I put my arms up to shield my face. I lowered  my hands and stared in awe at the little piglet sitting patiently on the floor with two white wings sticking out of his back. I got up to touch it and make sure this was real and not an allusion. As I reached my hand out towards his little pink head it walked right up and nuzzled it. The next thing I knew I was sitting on the floor petting the happy piggy while he hopped around in my lap. I looked at Mask Man who was sitting on the bed, with his eyes twinkling as if he was smiling. Then I heard a high-pitched voice coming from behind my ear and it said, "Can we eat it?" It wasn't a thought, it was an actual voice. I took Sparky off my shoulder and cupped him in my hands. He scratched his ear with his little foot then he opened his mouth and said "Come on, I want some bacon!" I dropped him and scooted back quickly. My eyes were huge with shock. Mask Man was on the bed clutching his stomach, with his eyes sealed tight with tears forming, and his chest was shaking up and down at an abnormal pace. He was probably going to have a seizure from laughing that hard and long, and I just had a mini heart attack from seeing my pet squirrel TALK! You might as well post "COME LOOK AT THE FREAKS" on the front door. A shaky hand touched my shoulder. It was Mask Man and he was still laughing, but was trying to be sweet. Eventually the shaking stopped and he looked at me, then he extended his hand down and I took it. He led me to a full length standing mirrior. He put me in front of it and for the first time in years I was self-concious on how horrid I look. Then he stood next to me and I realized that he was at least a foot and a half taller than me. Then he took off his mask and what I saw was so shocking I blacked out.




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