Welcome to Scelus City, one of the most crime-prone cities in the world! Weapons? Gangs? Rebelion? Robberies? Murders? Yep. The people of our beloved city have seen it all before. Everyday is just finding a new way to break the law, or to survive th...
The last moments of consciousness escaped their mind, any hope of surviving slipping through their fingertips as they fell backwards into a freezing blanket of death. The splash of water was the last thing to be heard, the chilling ocean water consuming what was once a person; A person with a life, with a family, a home, love, dreams, now gone. They sunk down into the depths, left to soon be forgotten by everyone.
There at the edge of the dock, staring down into the water stood a looming figure. Blood stained his hands and sweater as he held a small knife in his grasp. He reached his hand over the water and let go of the blade, letting it fall swiftly, cutting through the air and plunging into the ocean with a plunk.
The deed had been done, there was nothing left for him now. He turned to step away, wiping the still dripping blood onto his lime green sweater, smearing it across carelessly. There was no-one around to see. Not a single soul to tell, "he did it."
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Echoey footsteps and the gentle sounds of waves were all to be heard. Towards the end of the dock stood another figure; A boy. He looked to be around nineteen or so, wearing a black long sleeve with a white crop-top over it, as well as a white bandana wrapped around like a headband. Leaning against a pole in the darkness, he stood looking out, watching as his partner approached.
"You're a mess," said the boy against the pole.
The other stayed silent, simply lifting his head at the comment. His face enveloped in the shadow of his hood, then was still hidden behind a white mask, marked only with two soulless dots for eyes and an empty cartoonish grin, seemingly drawn across in a sloppy manner.
"Alright then, you feeling moody today? That's cool, that's cool," he began to follow the other, strutting along by their side with no apparent concern for the blood that the other was coated with. "So I was thinking, why don't we grab some tacos, eh? Just hear me out, it's been a while since we had take out and I've been craving some for a while now-"
Still no reply.
"Cool! Then it's settled! We're getting soft tacos later!"
The two continued on, the younger boy chatting happily as they walked down the empty streets and into back alleys. The one with the mask had stayed silent the entire time as the other spoke.
Eventually they came upon an old subway entrance, metal gates shut and rusted, old faded signs and chains hanging loosely from the bars. Still talking about who knows what at this point, the boy in the bandana sat watching as the other pulled open the gates, letting the two of them inside, then shutting it behind them again.
"So yeah, that's how that job went. But in the end I got to keep the dude's blade so it was pretty cool. I lost it though, probably in a drawer somewhere in my house. I dunno. Oh hey we're back!"
They approached an old subway car, put aside on a deactivated rail track. It was covered in graffiti, rusted as various points with cracked windows, still somehow not shattered across the ground. Though a warming light came from the inside, and the two went right on inside, pulling the old doors apart to head inside. The interior of the car was much different than the exterior, decorated to be more of a comfy little house. Old plastic seats covered instead by soft cushions, a little table set up in the corner between the seats like a diner table, and cute little lights hanging from the old suport railing across the ceiling.
Another person sat at the little table, typing on a laptop while eating some crackers. He had short dark hair, peachy cheeks, and white sunglasses placed on top of his head. He looked up to the sound chatter, seeing as the other two stepped into the little car.
"Hey guys!" he said with a smile, also paying no mind to the blood stained man.
"George! Guess what!" the boy in the bandana said excitedly, hopping up and sitting on the table instead of a chair, then pulling back the laptop screen a bit to see his friend's face.
"You got to watch Dream stab someone, and it was awesome."
"I got to watch Dream stab someone, and it was AWESOME!" he shouted enthusiastically.
The other boy, George, put his hand over his face and sighed. "You get far too excited over these things, and it concerns me. Then again," he glanced over at the other, currently pulling his blood stained sweater off and over his head. "Eugh..." shivers went down his spine, but he quickly shook it off.
"Hey Gogy, you wanna come get some soft tacos with me?"
"Some wh-"
"I take that as a yes. Let us venture!" he hopped off the table and pushed the laptop closed.
Dream, as they called him, slipped a new sweater on, free of the dark stains that the other had now been left with. He tossed the other down in a corner carelessly, then ran his fingers through his messy dirty blonde hair, trying to fix it up a bit.
"Uh, Dream," George called as he stood up, "I guess Sapnap and I are going to grab- tacos- Wanna come along, or are you uh- yeah-"
He sighed, cocking his head to the side as he took his mask off and placed it gently on the table.
"I think I'll pass," he spoke out softly, sitting down on the soft cushions.
"Alright then. We'll be back in a bit then. Come on Sap-"
The two left, leaving Dream alone to himself.
He sat there for a few moments enjoying the silence, leaning back and resting his head on the wall. Taking a deep breath he closed his eyes, feeling a little hazy. Maybe he should take a nap. He probably needed one. It was late anyway, around 2AM. When was the last time he had slept? Whatever, he wasn't that desperate for sleep anyway. He shrugged off his tired thoughts and sat back up.
There wasn't much to do at the moment, and Dream didn't want to head home yet, but he really had no other reason to stall anymore, so he stood up, grabbed his mask and phone, then headed out.
Closing the rusty gate behind him, Dream left the subways and headed out to the streets. Tomorrow he could probably find himself another job. He had a reliable client, and he needed to report back about that other dude he had just slaughtered too and get his pay.
He chuckled at the thought, and at the blood that stained his hands.
