One day you were sitting at a table facing ayatoes and thomy boo. They were glaring at you. Hard. And they were holding thumbs which made them look like an old angry couple. Thoma asked me a question "have you seen my poleaem y/n." You say you haven't but you know you have. "I know you have because your the only one that knows where I keep it apart from ayato. It is very important to me and was used in many battles." Thoma states.
You start crying from your ears. You don't know how to tell him his ancient poleaem is up your ass. It hurts and you can't move because of it but you can't poo it out either. It hasn't digested and it's like one of those hard painful poos that take forever to come out, so it's been up there for about a week now. It's making everything difficult.
You zone out and notice ayato has a booger. You like boogers they taste salty, and theyr your favourite snack. You also like earwax but it smells bad. And you hate the smell of bellybutton juices too so you always make sure every time you pee you wash your bellybutton too because it gets smelly. When you zone back in ayato is gone and Thomas is lying upside down staring into your soul. He's scary.
He's like that wierd teddy bear that one grandma gave you when you were younger. It used to stare into your soul whenever you tried to go to sleep. You don't like it.you try breaking the silence. Bad idea.
"So what do you need the pokearm for? Thoma says ayato and him use it together but don't say what for. You assume it's some kind of training. Something caresses your forehead. It's a centerpeade.
You cry and scream but it doesn't get off your face. Thoma and ayato are both gone now and no one can help you. You scream and are so panniced that the polearm slips out your arsehole and now it's a wierd shape. You stab the centerpeade with it and put your feet in a box. The box looks cool. You like boxes. Your an orphan.
