~ ' . The Girl With The Pink Hair - OC x Whitty . ' ~

4 - Ugly Crying

Wrote this on mobile TwT

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I sat down on the sidewalk and curled up into a ball, my tail around me like a blanket. I cried and cried. It was pretty ugly, but they didn't care. 

"I'm so sorry guys, I didn't mean to! I... I don't even know who Updyke is! And... what did he mean by 'they' took all he ever had?" 

Cotton sat down next to me and pushed my tail down to see my face. My jeans were stained with mascara from crying.

"Warrior. Its OK. I think he misunderstood you. Y'see, he was made to destroy things. End of story. He didn't want to, so he became a singer instead."

She smiled and continued, " And this guy, Gabriel Updyke used to be a weatherman. Which is funny, because he's a cloud. Anyways, he started an elite task force that kills 'monsters'. And... Whitty's on the #1 priority spot on his list, sadly. The task force is called The Greater Good. He probably thought that when you sang that lyric, you meant you were an agent there."

I gasped. "Shoot! So, he thought I was gonna kill him? Crap! I need to get back there! I need to-"

"Too risky. He leaves an area as soon as he thinks TGG has found him. He's probably leaving by now." Suki said, shaking her head.

I yelled in frustration. "UGH! He doesn't deserve to live like that, god damn it! I have to fix this!" 

057 gently grabbed my wrist. "Warrior, you should rethink this. Whitty could kill you."

I slapped her hand away and started walking off. "You guys can worry about your stuff, but I'm going to go set things right."

As I arriuved back at the club, I caught him walking out. I almost missed because his hood was on.

"Whitty!"

He turned around and growled quietly. "What?!"

I got closer to him, until I was right up next to his face. "I didn't know. I didn't know what you were going through, and I didn't know that someone's after you. I'm being honest. So, I want to start fresh."

I held out my hand and beamed.

"Name's Warrior. How are you doing?"

He chuckled, rolled his eyes, and shook my hand. "Whitty. I'm doin' fine. You?"

"I'm doing better!"

I tugged at his arm, bringing his in for a hug. He is HOT- like, feels like I'm hugging a heated blanket on steroids that drank a gallon of hot cocoa after taking a hot shower kind of hot. 

I liked it, though.

(Me: *let it go plays in the background* HI IM WARRIOR, AND I LIKE WARM HUGSSS-!!)