Krii7y Oneshots

| Rocks |

Humming a tune happily bouncing the rings on his fingers, eyes close in  content smile. The wind rang softly thru his ears, running its chilling fingers through his hair ever so gently. Pathless traveled, as he always thought, kept the lifeless noticable. Shrugging his jacket back onto his shoulders after letting it lazily drop to below them. Exhaling blissfully as he opened his eyes- A bike? Staring blankly at the 2 wheeled vehicle he slowly approached the turn in paths. Not thinking much of it beyond that point, the at peace boy continued his journey. 

'Come on-' a milky white skinned boy huffed, climbing up the rough rocks as small pieces chipped from his weight. Sighing in slight defeat of the situation- He'd try one more time to get atop the jagged rocks that'd overlooked the cliff's river. Inhaling deeply one last time- the boy pushed his upper body onto the rugged surface. 'Aha!' He chirped out. Blinking as he fixed his glasses happily, the sound of branches crackling and bushes rustling startled the small figure. 'Fuck!' He'd shout as a rock chip slides under his foot, making him lose his balance.

Humming once more, the chipper figure peaked out the bushel to see the other- Not long did it take him to figure out the fellow human had been leaning toward the end of the cliffs. Throwing down his jacket and rings,  he rushed to the boy. "Hang on!" He shouted- Lunging toward the other and wrapping his arms around them as they tumbled off the rocks. They'd hit the crystal surface before the other had realized the man to his rescue fell directly into the rock's bulk damage. 

Panicking, the milky toned boy rushed to aid the wounded friend. Wrapping their arms around his shoulders the smaller attempted to swim as fast a possible to the river's shore. Upon getting to the sandy-beach like patch of land the smaller looked around for some form of bandage to keep the wounded covered from infection. Soon just settling on some long leaves from a plant near by. 'John I'm going to kill you!' the boy cried. Dampening the wounds with his own shirt, knowing full well his white shirt would be ruined forever, He signed as John chuckled at him.

'Kill me!? You're the one tryna get himself killed on the rocks!' John cackled, finding the fear and trauma in his friend's eye comedy gold. The boy huffed at the other, flipping him off as he helped him off the sand. 'Come on Smitty, Lighten up Milk man!' John nudged Smitty trying to break his long face. Smitty dragged out a long sigh, perking up a small smile. 'You're a fucking bitch man.' 'Hey! You're the one living dangerously!' For a while the two boys wondered the trails back to the milk boy's bike and the stoner's rings. 

'Ya know, You should get your back checked out.' John stared at Smitty, confused. 'Eh? Why would I?' Smitty stared at him in unsurprised yet total shock. 'You just feel on like- 10 rocks into the dirty river. Your ass is gonna get infection.' Smitty punched his arm softly in a joking tone. John pondered it while Smitty walked his bike beside him. 'Or you could kiss it better.' John winked and smirked at his friend, Smitty blushing slightly at the comment. 'Ew Gross!'