RAMPAGE. [II AU] (abandoned/discontinued)

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(A/N NOTE): Okay uh. There's not gonna be any warnings on these chapters (since all of the warnings are on the description). I like to make it surprising :3
BUT YEAH, READ THE WARNINGS ON THE DESC, THERES NOT GONNA BE ANY HERE.
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The unexpected becomes the expected, everyone is full of disbelief.

     It was a rainy day, it was dark out as well. Everything was barely noticeable. Knife just came back from a grocery store, walking inside his dumped home. It was dull green on the outside with dried out grass on the ground. Knife wore baggy jeans and a black jacket with no hoodie. His clothes were ragged and drained, due to the rain. He went inside and greeted Trophy, his roommate. Trophy wore a varsity jacket, his dad had given it to him when he was little. He wore it nearly every single day, besides when it's warm out and everything is melting from within. He sometimes wears it when he sleeps, only because it's comfortable.

     Trophy was taller than Knife, nearly six feet tall. He had bright blonde hair that shined like gold whenever the sun had hit him. His hair was slicked back, making it a whole lot shinier than normal. He had a mullet type of hairstyle. His eyes were like stars, glistening brightly. They were a mix of blue and purple, but the blue mostly overlapped the purple. Trophy would take up any fight, although sometimes he doesn't bother to. He can find it annoying and exciting at times. He loved making fun of people, it's one of his favorite hobbies. Trophy would sometimes go out, only to flirty with anyone he finds hot or just to go out on a workout session.. to look hot. He's the usual, cocky, arrogant, and overconfident guy. Sometimes he can be intimating or tough, only whenever he needed to be. But yet, he still pretends to be soothing, calm, and self-collected. Which isn't like him at all. He'd really act that way whenever he's flirtatious. Trophy likes making outfits for himself, he puts in 'some' effort into them, as he claims. Knife truly believes he's a fashionista, but Trophy denied it. He doesn't believe in himself sometimes.

     Knife was somewhat similar like Trophy, only, he's actually calm and self-collected. (mostly). He seems like a tough guy just by the looks, but he understands nearly everyone. He has a few piercings on him. He has cheek and spider bites piercings. Knife has dull eyes, they were dark brown but it was really close to black. He would listen to people when he's only interested in them. He wouldn't bother anyone, not even try to flirt with someone, unlike Trophy, who would take any chance he got. Only people would flirt with him, though he'd always decline, he isn't romantically interested in anyone. Well, he used to be. Knife would protect anyone he cares about. He would absolutely hate seeing one of his friends get beaten to death by punches again. Although, he became more social towards others. Not to mention, but he's also somewhat skilled in combat. His body was more slim than Trophy's, but you could still see some muscle behind it.

     "Did ya come from the dumpster or what?" Trophy taunted, cackling lightly at Knife.

     Knife chuckled as well. He kinda liked Trophy's teasing, as long as it wasn't insulting, "The weather out there is horrible man! You can't blame me for lookin' like this." Knife responded, sitting down on a dirty lounge chair, "Here's the groceries by the way."

     He tossed Trophy the bag, everything was soaked from within. There were a few foods that weren't, but the foods on top soaked all the salty water from the sky. Not everything was food though, there were a few packs of cigarettes and two beer bottles.

Trophy held up the packaged bread, "Did you not even try to cover it?" He frowned, showing slight disappointment, "I ain't gonna eat wet bread!"