It was midnight, October 19. Bloody Painter met outside with Toby. They took a walk in the forest before talking to each other. During the walk, it was nice and quiet. Crickets were chirping, owls were hooting, the cool breeze gently rained on their faces. They walked slowly, taking in the breeze.
"It's starting to get cold now, huh?" Bloody Painter said.
Toby shrugs in response, unable to feel the temperature, "Probably."
Bloody Painter chuckled to himself, "Hah, I forgot you can't feel temperature."
Toby laughs playfully, bumping into him as a joke. Bloody Painter bumps Toby back, and they just both bump into each other jokingly before they start chasing each other at 'humanly full speed.'
They ran from tree to tree, back and forth. It was like they were playing a basketball and tag crossover- it was just a lot of running and laughing. After what felt like hours of running, which was only about half an hour (wow they must have a lot of stamina to be running that long), they took a break by a tree. They both breathed heavily, looking at each other.
"Well, that was fun," Bloody Painter huffed, "We should do this again sometime."
Toby nodded in agreement, "Y-Yeah.."
They were both breathless from running a lot. They turned to each other and started asking each other questions to get to know each other.
"When's your birthday?" Bloody Painter asked.
"April 28th." Toby responded, "Y-You?"
"Mine's on October 1st." Bloody Painter says.
"Ah, s-so y-you're 18.." Toby says. Bloody Painter looked at him, "How'd you know I was 18? I could've been 15, 27, or any other age." Bloody Painter asked.
"I just guessed. W-We seemed to b-be the s-same age." Toby says, "B-But I'm 17. Y-You just l-look o-older than me, b-but still young, s-so I thought y-you would be 18."
"I see." Bloody Painter says, "So I can call you kid?" He snickered and Toby grumbled, "I-I'm only y-younger b-by a few m-m-months."
Bloody Painter chuckled. Toby slapped Bloody Painter for no pure reason. Bloody Painter stared at Toby. He stared back. Bloody Painter's sky blue eyes locked onto Toby's light brown hazel-like eyes. The two boys stared at each other, their gaze wrestling each other, forcing the other to blink. This just turned into a staring contest.
Click.
Toby growled at Bloody Painter, who then blinked in confusion. "HA! I W-WIN!" Toby cheers, "Nyehhh!" Toby stuck his tongue out. Bloody Painter continues to blink in confusion, processing what happened.
"Er, h-hello?" Toby asked, wondering if he had broken Bloody Painter. "You g-good?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." Bloody Painter said. "I think someone took a picture of us."
"WH-WHERE?!" Toby yells, frantically looking around.
There was no one around. No one but the two of them.
"I... Think they left." Bloody Painter says.
"Curse th-them!" Toby gagged in annoyance.
"Maybe they're just hiding." Bloody Painter continued, "But we can't be sure."
"Okay." Toby said, "B-But if I-I hear a-a-another c-click, I-I'm going to ki-kill them!"
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Lemon and Lime
HorrorTobias Erin Rogers and Helen Otis used to be friends in Highschool, March of their senior year. Within a month of their friendship, they had separated. After school was out, they had walked down their own separate paths. They've been away from each...
