THIS STORY IS FROM A DEAD THREAD,I WAS HOPING TO CONTINUE IT, BUT SADLY I COULDN'T...
Looks at image name, Deadpool...
Bitch, that's Spiderman!
Anyway, this seems interesting, I'll write about it!
>You're Anon.
>You were currently in your cage looking past the gritty metal bars that encased you with a dull expression printed on your face.
>To the patrons of this damned zoo the bars were a shiny steel, but to you they were a terrible shade of gray.
>But it didn't matter what color they were anyway; pretty much everything you saw was now gray, an impenetrable, imprisoning gray.
>Overtime, the only thing that mattered now was if you could keep your sanity intact.
>But eventually, even that had became a challenge, with all the judging glares watching your every move.
>The only alone time you had was when the zoo was closed, and even then, it was hard to focus on it knowing that you'll only have a few hours to yourself.
>The only person to communicate to was yourself and the harsh voices of the zoo workers.
>They're selling point on you was that you could talk, which you refused to do.
>After a while, this became things like this became only freedom you could have; choices based on "yes" or "no".
>And although you felt good knowing you still had a choice to choose, it was a hollow victory, deep down you knew they were the ones who were really winning.
>But then, that thought also birthed a spark of hope.
>A hope that shined past your dull situation.
>A hope that lifted your spirits.
>A hope that awakened you to open your eyes and look past the hopelessness of what endeavors you might happen to pursue.
>A hope that, one day, you might achieve freedom...
I'll continue later, hopefully