“Vanilla?” Cry asked, holding the cold treat out towards me. I smiled and leaned over, quickly taking a bit. I shivered, both the cold and Alternative Dimensions Change affecting me. It was much more bearable now, a small tingle, like those sour lollies but with just the sensation and not the taste. Back when we first started to share across the worlds, simply touching something was painful. It was like fire. Burning oh so hotly as it mixed with electricity, shocking through bones and soul. Cry was better at withstanding than me. He says he doesn’t feel a thing.
“It’s good” I tell him, smiling. He chuckles and leans over, nibbling on my chocolate one. “Hey!” I yelped.
“What?” He asks, grinning at me. I push him away jokingly, earning a strange look from a young couple passing by. It makes me dip my head in embarrassment and Cry picks up on it. He nudges me but I don’t move and I hear him sigh. I stare at my icecream and slowly see Cry creep into my peripheral vision before launching at my snack. I yank it away but he bumps me, knocking us both to the floor. I fall on top of him, both icecreams held out away from the floor, making us chuckle as we pull ourselves to our feet.
“See? Now we’re both strange” Cry giggles, making me clamp a hand over my mouth to silence myself. I chuckled too and threaded my fingers into his as we walked down the street. It felt like electricity was coursing between us, not in the strange affection way but actual electricity. It often felt that way when we made contact with eachother, something about universes clashing or some junk. People stared at us both. I could see in Cry’s glasses the reflection of his world that he was getting glares too. I tightened my grip and he tightened his, making me smile and forget all my troubles. That was until the school bullies rushed me and punched my face in. My hand is ripped away from Cry’s and I can see him looking at me in confusion as the bullies kick and punch me. He just stands there, looking at me with such an unsure gaze as I curl up and take my beating. After a few minutes, the bullies get bored, seeing that I’m not going to fight back or call out for Cry and leave, running off before anyone can catch them. Strangers continue to pass me by, not caring that I’m bleeding all over and that I might have broken something.
“Pewds” Cry calls although the voice sounds muffled. “Pewdie, get up please” He asks me, bending down and touching my shoulder gently but not to arouse suspicion from either world. Although I can’t speak, I do move, pushing myself to my feet and standing although I do use Cry as a bit of a crutch, curling my arm tightly around his before placing it on my hip, managing to make it look like I’m just holding my wounds instead of myself up. He wraps an arm around mine but pulls it back to himself, appearing to hold his shoulder in his dimension.
“Come on Pewds” He whispers, only for me to hear as we begin to walk. I limp, he walks slowly and together, we begin to head home.
