Scribbles In Ohio (WIP)

The Date

Skittle's P.o.v:
"BeCaUsE tOnIgHt WiLl Be ThE nIgHt ThAt I wIlL fAlL fOr YoU." I thought, while looking at Carnivore's most beautiful scribble-ish body. He was still weaker, but I was ready to make him stronger. But, that was for another day. Tonight, it was just us two. At The Fantastic Feet Meat.
I stare at my reflection, smirking. Hah. This weakling. He'd fallen for my most glorious, luxurious, round badoinker. And perhaps... I have fallen for Carnivore as well... I strut out of my den like the girly pop I am, and sashay past all of my fellow scribbles. They stare at my glowing physique, and I pretend not to enjoy the attention.
I head to the territory's border, to meet Carnivore. I wait for about three minutes and fifty-two seconds. Finally, he arrived.
There he is. His sleek, dark body. His flowey, scribble shape drifts in the wind. I flatten out, and my body acts as a sail. It is as if I'm drifting away. Perhaps I was. I was so flabbergasted by his appearance, I blushed a little. I did a small dance to make sure we were serious about this meet.
Carnivore dances back, and we take off. We head to The Fantastic Feet Meat, and gaze upon its beautiful entrance. The large brick gate covered in Christmas lights was rather appealing.
    "Shall we?" I ask.
    He nods in response, and I see his fave brighten. We were really doing this. We walk in, scribble grip in scribble grip...

Meanwhile....

As the final Alpha in sight was defeated, Sammich danced away in victory. He had heard there were only two more scribbles to defeat before he was the at the top of the ranks. It would be easy. He was by far the most powerful scribble around, no one was going to stop him from achieving his goals. So, he set off on a search for these two supposed 'alphas'.