Flight with a twist of falling

Pt.3 Chromophobia ✿

~Scar's POV~ 
~Chaos trios house, 8:04 am jan.4~
"Grian...?"
"Mumbo...?"
"Hello? I'm home!" no response... where are they?!
I started to worry I looked everywhere in the house. But no one responded, I was all alone. None of them would even pick up the phone. I sat down on the couch and started to scroll through our memories, maybe they went out together and never told me.. I am very unstable with emotions I can't even control them sometimes. I was starting to worry more and more every hour at this point I thought they just abandoned me.
KNOCK KNOCK
I quickly put down my phone on the coffee table and ran to the door to open It. It wasn't Grian, mumbo, nor anyone I knew...
"I know where your precious roomies are~" (Not a flirty tone more of a whisper/pretty little liar tone) they said putting a figure on my mouth to shush me before I could say anything. 
"Let me in~ I'll explain everything~" I led them inside and they sat down on the couch I offered a cup of tea silently, as I knew they wouldn't want me to speak. 
"Now that I'm settled, lead me to mr.Grian's room~" I did as he said. I led him right into Grian's room. He started to look around and opened the closet door. 
What are they doing? I thought to myself. 
Are they some sort of Villain? 
He through a bunch of clothes and boxes on the floor behind him. 
"Aha!~" He said laughing manically. Which Kind of actually scared me. 
"Hey pretty boy~ Mind If I have a picture exactly of Grian waving or something showing his hand Cleary~?" he asked.
"Erm- on second thought... No. And get out of my house!" I tried saying confidently.
"Oh~? So we want to get our hands tied up in a mess I see~?" He went over to me kicked me onto the ground, snatched my phone! and took out a Kaleidoscope. He bent down and grabbed my hand and handed it to me. 
"Now Scar darling~ What do you see~?" I looked through It and instantly couldn't get out of staring into a void of shapes and colors.
What trauma...

~Grians POV~
~Technically phoenix POV~
~On top of Jimmys apartment building <Rooftop> 1:23 pm, Jan.4~
"So? you need something?" I was instantly startled by the sounding of Void's voice. 
"WHA-"
"Shush, people can hear from all the way down there y'know?"
"Sorry, how did you find me?"
"I read your message silly!" he said laughing very quietly.
"I.. I never sent you a message-?" I was cut off before I could explain.
"Nahh, you didn't, but your mind did. Your thoughts said you needed me instantly."
"Wait- wait, wait! You can read minds."
"Nope, sadly. But I can read a room! and when you thought that, I was nearby. well at least my human form was!" I was super confused. Yet not surprised.
"Erm- so onto the real thingy I needed to talk about. I really need help, where I used to live, HermitTown. Is going under attack soon, And I feel like I need a team to stop this from happening, hurting all these innocent people and children!" He looked unsettled with the thought.
"Well... see... Phoenix- I'm neutral.. I can't have an exact opinion on that.. sorry..." Void looked down to the ground super upset, I could tell he felt really bad.
"Oh...? that's alright I guess, Its not like a poor guy wants to see his ShashWammy again~" I tried to sound convincing 
"KERALIS?!" He yelled he grabbed my hoodie and pushed me off the edge and barley let me fall. I was holding onto his hand, and he was holding onto my hoodie still.
"TELL ME WHERE HE IS." He demanded 
"Well I can't tell you, If I'm dead stupid!" he sighed and let me back onto my feet so I can stand properly.
"So here's the deal, you help me save my people, and I get Keralis back." I put my hand out to shake on it.
"First off not your server..." he pulled his hood off and took his mask off aswell.
"XISUMA?" I was shocked. The sight of the co-founder of HermitTown suprised me. 
"Hehe yeah...." He shook my hand, as I was still In shock. 

~Later the night, 10:57 pm~

~Grians laying down in bed on his phone.~

"Wow sightings of Phoenix in new york? noo wayyy." I whispered sarcastically to myself.
 I couldn't stop thinking about the recent dream I had, this cyan-haired male with eyes of hypnotizing scenes, something that could've caused a stroke due to flashing lights. I couldn't remember anything else, Just him.
I couldn't sleep, neither could Norman. Meowing and meowing at my door of my room. I finally got up and opened the door seeing that norman wasnt there at all but a small little mouse toy. AND OH BOY WAS THERE A WHOLEEE PATH OF THEM!
From my door, and what looks like into the hall of the apartment building... what kind of nightmare is this?
my curious butt decided to follow the path of mouse toys in human form, the worst decision In history.  
When I entered a door I carefully opened it, just to make sure it was safe. 
IT WAS NOT
There it was, a normal room. 
And There it was, Scar, Jimmy, and Void, All tied up and chained against a chair. Muffled screams started when they saw me. 
"A Rainbow?" I guessed
"I Colored the wall?" I guessed again.
"A chromia figure in the wall dressed like a barbie doll?" A couple daggers went right past me barley hitting me.
"Well, well, well... the birdie came to play~" in a Sottish accent, he whispered to be in my ear.
I jumped a bit. Turning around to see a cyan-haired male, his hair was short and fluffy. He had a black mask covering above his nose. His eyes were like a nightmare, yellow and light blue, With swirls for a pupil. He had a black leotard with a diamond shape opening in the middle of his chest. The jacket he wore was filled with different colors, dark-blue jeans and one earing on the right ear, shaped like a diamond.
"Not a talker~?" he asked
"Oh I am. BIG TALKER. Infact-" I started 
"Oh shut It. I don't want to hear your yip yap!" he said. Before I could speak another line, he ran over kicking the side of me. I could feel one of my rib cage bones snap. It hurt alot... he grabbed a dagger from his pocket and slit my throat. 
I couldn't do anything about it. 
I was human in fact.
I just lied there, in my own pool of blood. About to die right Infront of my friend, my family, my lover.
The last thing I could ever see... was colors. Colors like an illusion. 
If I ever had a new life, I'd have chromophobia from this.

~Word count: 1127~