Applicant: Inconspicuous Kitty
Applying for: Half-Saiyan
Topic: Corruption

In a place anyone would confuse for an Earth-like planet, there exists a family. A simple family, of a parent and their child. In an environment that is covered with lush green grass and dotted with trees of varying heights, exists a house. This family of two lives in this house. And all the child wants is simplicity in life. To understand why things happen, to know how things happen. It is a child that carries youthful innocence with his presence, and any normal person would perhaps desire to protect this child if something bad were to happen.

The child had little knowledge of the world but sought to understand it, and the only resource was the only parent that he had known. Whenever the child had asked a question, the parent responded without hesitation, for the parent knew that the child needed to become knowledgable of the world to make it, and thus, the parent knew that the child would ask questions. One night, the moon rose, and the family of two were standing outside as the sky slowly darkened, only to be vaguely lit up by the moon. And the child asked.

"Mother, why does it get dark when the moon comes out if it's really bright?"

The mother would reply without hesitation.

"Because the Sun has taken the moons place and it wants the stage of the sky back. So at night, it corrupts the blue sky and darkens it so you can see it up there, boasting it's victory. For something will always take the place of another."

And so the question was answered. The duo went back inside and slept. The child had been delivered an answer, and was content. The parent had delivered the answer, and so was also content. The sun rose once more, but did it truly? The child, accompanied by her mother, eventually went outside and asked a question, for the grass had become a sad shade of brown and the trees had been beginning to quiver from their tall positions. And so the child asked a question.

"Mother, why have the grass and trees changed colors?"

And the mother would reply without hesitation.

"Brown does not like to be considered under everything, and it knew that it must rise to takes it's place in the world. So it did."

And the child was content with the answer, and the mother was content with the answer she had given. So they lived together for longer. And eventually, a rabbit had died, a rabbit kept by the family for a long time. And the child saw this, and he grieved, but from the child's teachings in the past, he thought to ask his mother why it had died.

"Mother, why has this rabbit died? There is nothing to takes it's place."

And the mother would reply without hesitation.

"It has died so it may make way for another to takes it's place. It has died so you may fill up that cage with another lively creature."

And the child and mother were content. So they went to sleep as the mother was left with the cage. And in the years that followed, the rabbit was no longer there, for it was now a bird. And the child was no longer a child, for it was now a grown man. And the mother knew to open the door for an aroma to take it's place in the rooms attached. The child came across the smell that the door emitted, and meandered over it to discover a grown man, bound by tight chains and weakened by starvation. A tight room with naught but stench, a grown man, and a knife. He was limp, but he was breathing.

And the child asked.

"Mother, why is there a man in here? He doesn't look well."

And the mother would reply with a knowing smirk, without hesitation.

"For it is time for you to take his place." She would wander over and kneel to the floor, a wrinkled hand grabbing the knife by it's blade and handing it over to the child, and turned around to leave, for it was time for the color red to take it's place upon the walls of the room. And the two were content. And they left to the bedroom. And years would pass. A family of two were in the house, a father and a daughter.

One day, the grown daughter asked,

"Father, why is there a lady in here? She doesn't look well."

And the father would reply with a knowing smirk.

In a place anyone would confuse for hell itself, red has corrupted the skies. Dirt has seeped it's way over the ground, and willingness to live has been replaced with the knowledge that one must die. Youthful innocence is all that was truly contained, and it would remain that way, for never did the family feel guilt.