"Boys! I've returned! And I know just where we're heading..
Straight to Forge!"
Jade woke up in a cold sweat, the rest of his bed was empty, Raven and Ace must've woken up already. He sat up with the crack of his back and a sigh. What was that dream about? He had dreamt of nothing he'd ever seen before accompanied by cryptic messages and something called the 'afterzone', it didn't seem bad but it seemed otherworldly. He paid no mind to the dream after his stomach growled, he hadn't ate since he left the prison and even then he didn't have breakfast for his punishment of 'the pit' he still didn't know what it meant. He got up and walked out of his room doing a quick smell of himself to realize he smelt worse then shit and was still wearing the orange prison jumpsuit. He walked out into what he assumed was the living room, inside the living room was Raven looking tired on the couch and Chris sitting on the floor spacing out staring at the ceiling. Jade's stomach growled again as he smelt what he could best guess was heaven on earth, he walked out of the doorway and promptly flopped down onto the floor with a huge sigh. Raven finally took note of his appearance and muttered what he assumed was hello. He hadn't even bothered to try and find the time, based on how he was feeling it was probably too early though he felt he didn't have the strength to fall back into a calming slumber.
He whined in annoyance, pulling himself up to check to see what the smell was, he hoped it was a huge buffet of food with lots of Belgian waffles drowned in maple syrup and wonderful hot coco, as odd of a meal it was, it was his favorite. Not to his surprise, it was not waffles and hot coco but pancakes and coffee cooked by none other then Goblin and Ace, he walked over to ace leaning on him tiredly a moment, Ace seemed full of energy and in a way hyper.
"What's up with all the pancakes Ace?" Jade asked gesturing with his hands a bit to the five plates stacked high with pancakes. He yawned and then sighed, his stomach wouldn't stop growling and he started to feel stomach acids burning his insides in hunger.
"Me and Goblin bonded over making breakfast for everyone! He was up early to make sure that we were all settled in properly and that we ate. He even elected himself to make us some breakfast to get us right at home, I helped him a bit and we talked about ourselves a little," Ace talked excitedly despite knowing Jade likely was spacing off and not paying attention. Jade gave a yawn and Goblin offered a steaming cup of coffee with Jade turning it down.
"Sorry I don't drink coffee," He muttered and Goblin nodded with understanding. Jade walked back over to the living room and gave in to impulse and collapsed on the floor with another yawn.
"That's one way to wake up," Chris said with a laugh, seemed like he snapped out of staring at the ceiling. Jade giggled a little remembering all the dumb things they did as kids. His childhood wasn't exactly great but it was his, growing up on two meals a day and the woods to play in. Westville was the poor man's town, most houses rented for less then two hundred dollars a month.
"Remember when we stole the mean old mans garden stake?" Jade giggled more, as he would call it, he was high of tiredness. His body still ached and desperately begged to go back to sleep but he wanted to be awake at the moment so he stayed awake.
"Yeah, no, I don't remember much of back then anymore," those words alone, spoken by Chris, practically shattered Jade's heart, he desperately wanted to go back to the past but to no avail and Chris has just forgotten it all. He looked away awkwardly pushing down his childish pain, they're still friends right?
"Oh haha, well we stole old man Jenkins's glowing garden post and he put up missing signs for it before declaring war on another one of our neighbors.." Jade trailed off at the end muttering nonsense to himself. Chris just ignored his sentence all together which brought yet another pang of pain to Jade's heart, he really wished that they could just see each other as best friends like the old days.
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(UNDER EDITING) The Runaways of Westville
Ficción GeneralA dark wooden sign stood leaning in the cold dark earth of this odd yet familiar place, it was a terrifying feeling of nostalgia and scrawled onto that sign were three words. HERE LIES WESTVILLE Terror clung to the barren earth surrounding this sign...