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Both gingers stared at eachother. One utterly confused and the other continuously becoming more boastful at the sight of the black paint.
"You're here to join MY tribe, right? Not that batty chief and his fat slug, right?"
Kyle glanced around his blank surroundings confused, both at the void and the sudden random British boy.
"Look, dude, I don't even know what I'm doing here— What the fuck is this tribe you keep going on about?"
"Me and my hunters! We hunt and kill!"
"Yeah—I caught that" Kyle alluded to the wooden spear in the other ginger's hands. Still, he was still super confused. "But...what is it?"
Jack's expression dampened a bit, growing a tad frustrated.
"Are you deaf? It's a tribe"
"Sorry man, but I don't even know who you are, much less your 'tribe'—"
"—Join it or you die" Jack said, tightening his hold on the spear.
"The fuck did you just say?"
"Was that a no?" The skinny brit raised the spear, now suddenly menacing. I mean...he was the one with the weapon here.
"Fuck, man—Jesus Christ, fine!" The boy in the trapper hat felt the need to raise his hands, a way to show he was in no way looking to fight...yet.
He would definitely beat this kid's ass once he put that fucking stick down.
Jack, now a bit irritated and some of his pride lost, siezed Kyle's hand.
"Good, you can help us steal that fatty's specs. Then, we can use it for fire! It'll be a great fire, one better than whatever the sad sack could conjure!"
Kyle begrudgingly followed through this blank space. How did this kid even know where to go? And what was this about fire?
What the hell was going on???
Then, suddenly, as if on a whim his hand started to turn static, as well as the boy in front of him.
The blank void started to fade and fill with surroundings. Now the boy was gone, and Kyle lay facing up, stark awake in his bed.
He sat up, quite a bit traumatized actually. He had been threatened by a british savage wielding a wooden stick after all. It felt so real too.
He took some time to process.
...
Then grumbled "What a weird-ass dream" Before falling back to a deep slumber.
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A little scenario that came to my head. It wasn't worth making a 1000 word short story about, but I still wanted to write these two interacting with each other.
He would most definitely NOT give a warning before trying to kill you—just look at poor Simon. Still crying btw. ☺️ ▴
Anyways, it's written from an outsider's perspective. And once again ✨ in the void ✨ So no major plot points from either stories are included, save for a reference here and there.
Welp, that's basically it. It was pretty fun, I also need to get used to writing other characters' personalities accurately, so things like these are good practice (≧∇≦)b
Hope you all enjoyed!
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Novella's godly comparison
A masterpiece if you ask me 😌
One of my new headcanons for Kyle— He hates piss Hates bananas And has an irrational fear of Ronald McDonald
