From The Eyes Of An Assassin || Before

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As he sat on the sidewalk of the train stop, better known as the spot where Boyfriend and Pico had rap battled, he fiddled with his gun. Pico was still really confused on what the deep purple substance was. It had covered half of his body, going from left to right. His left eye was effected, it had become hot pink-ish and he couldn't see very well out of it. Letting out a sigh, Pico looked around.

He spotted two people, who were Boyfriend and Girlfriend. Getting up, he decided to approach them. He wanted to ask them what was going on, surely they should have an idea, right? As he approached the duo, he quickly realized that the substance had fully covered their entire bodies. They looked... corrupted.

The 'corruption' was the same color as Pico's, deep purple covering their bodies and hot pink eyes. And both of them seemed to be crying, as there was red stuff Pico assumed was blood coming from their eyes. But their mouths looked an awful lot like the lemon-headed monster Boyfriend had told him about a few months back.

Pico noticed that the other two were still in their Christmas outfits, and Girlfriend's speaker still had the lights that wrapped around the Christmas tree. What were the lights called? Pico couldn't be bothered to remember.

Boyfriend walked over to Pico and handed him a microphone. Remembering the time where Girlfriend's father had hired Pico to kill Boyfriend, and the fun he had while singing, he took the mic. And he noticed Boyfriend's claw-like hands with blood-like gunk splattered on their fingertips. As the two separated to the other sides of the speakers, Pico took a deep breath.


Taking that microphone had been a horrible decision.

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