Edgar's Paint Bucket

|"| new year's eve |"|

TW, mentions of blood, and self-harm.

It was New years Eve, the other survivors we're preparing for the event. Honestly, what's so special about the new year? It was never fun, in my opinion. It was always noisy when it turned twelve. I preferred peace instead of hell. Well, it's what people like. Perhaps to deal with it..

I was 11:00, Edgar was painting in his bedroom. He had his arms crossed, trying to figure out what he could paint. But no matter how hard he thinks, he doesn't seem to get his mind right. Edgar ruffled his hair out of frustration and started to throw his paint brushes across the room, Edgar groans loudly and flops on his bed. Edgar was trying to control his breathing, but it was just not his day. He kept on sighing deeply. Unable to breathe clearly, just then, he heard a knock on his door. Edgar groans and stands up.

"YES, yes. Coming"

Edgar slowly opens the door, leaving a small crack. He saw Emma, with her hands in front of her face.

"Edgar!"

She excitedly spoke, Edgar rolled his eyes, opening the door fully,

"Come! We've got some fireworks!"

Edgar groans, crossing his hands

"Emma, you know I hate loud things and are never bothered to use or celebrate them."

"A-a-a! Just before you continue, I've got some headphones for you, it's noise canceling. Also, before you start a new conversation, it has no noise, absolutely nothing!"

"Silenced me, just right.."

Edgar takes the headphones, giving a thanks to Emma. Edgar closes the door, looking down at the headphones.

"Hmm... finally, art inspiration."

Not a while later, it was 11:30. Emma and the other survivors and hunters stood outside to look at the fireworks.

"Ah, Emma, isn't it beautiful? How creative you can be these days.."

"Heh! My pleasure, lady vera. Oh, wait, it seems like someone's missing.."

"Ah, that stubborn boy.. you should go and call him."

"Alright, I'll be right back with a grumpy raccon!"

Emma and Vera chuckled,

"Edgar!~ Edgar?"

Emma keeps knocking on his door,

"Ah, such a time, Emma!"

"Of course! The fireworks are starting!"

"Alright, alright! I'll clean myself up."

"Clean yourself up? Why? What did you do?"

"Ah-!"

"Edgar! Are you ok?!"

"YES, YES, Emma, please stay outside."

Edgar went to clean his arms..

"Come in.."

Emma runs towards Edgar to see if he's ok.

"Edgar! Are you ok?"

"Yes, Emma, thank you for your care, but it's better to lose and leave the care for me behind."

"Ah, sir, Valden, you know I'm not fancy enough to use those kinds of words.."

"Come, let's look at the fireworks,"

"Thank you... Emma,"

"I'll go get my headphones. You, go. "

"Ok, valden, I'll wait for you there!"