Sticks had always liked the rain. No matter how severely the water torrented down on the earth, he always felt pleasure listening to the low sound of crashing cymbals the raindrops made. Back then, he could only wonder what walking in the rain felt like, and if the sensation was anything like taking a shower. Now in prison, he was free to walk out into the thundering clouds anytime he wished.
His moppish red hair squiggled in delight as he walked across the empty prison courtyard, underneath the gray skies soaked to his bones.
For the past few days, his tests at the labs were surprisingly tame. Mr. Quinn, instead of ripping off more body parts out of him, made him ingest a whole multitude of different pills and liquids. And then simply observed from afar. Admittedly, some of it made Sticks feel a little woozy, but that was all. Sticks considered it a good omen. Since making his decision to join Tendril...it seemed as though pain was finally deciding to give him a break...
They were meeting smack dab in the middle of the field, underneath one of the bleachers. A few days after Sticks and Tendril had sealed their partnership with each other, Tendril finally gave him the signal for their first meeting. He was excited. And anxious. And mortified. And hopeful.
It was finally time to leave prison for good.
He peered under the bleachers, feeling pumped in more ways than one—
"Goooooolly!! You sure are one smart cracka Ten—!"
"Thanks."
"—Sharp and square cracka—a graham cracka—"
"...Not a rice cracker?"
Sticks dropped his mouth in surprise as the girl roared in laughter. What's she doing here?! Needless to say, Sticks was not expecting the wild girl who sat behind him in class to be, not only friends with Tendril, but actually in on this supposedly super-secret plan. Sticks had never seen the pair talk or even look at one another! To see them banter was kind of weird.
His shoulders drooped as he scanned the scene—
"W-Where's Pimickie...?"
"Well heelLLOO to you too!" the girl cackled. She leapt to her feet and twirled out her hand for him to shake. "You didn't have to sound sooOOOoo disappointed you know—it's illegal to break a pretty girl's heart!"
"A p-pretty girl?"
Sticks was genuinely confused and realized too late that his words could've been misconstrued as an insult, but thankfully the girl didn't seem to take it as such. She howled in laughter.
"Ohhh NALLY Ten, where've you been hiding this guy?!"
Tendril scowled at her. "He's in our class you know."
The girl snapped towards him like an unwound spring.
"Well come on then cherry cracka! You gonna tell me your name or what?!"
"O-Oh it's uh S—"
She gasped. "Who do you TAKE me for?! Of course I know your name already, silly buns—pfft I mean who doesn't—" she whispered under her breath, before continuing, "Say, is your name actually Sticks? Like a tree branch stick? Stick figure stick? Stickers without the ers kinda stick?!"
With every passing sentence that left her mouth, her face came closer and closer to his, causing him to lean back more and more in discomfort, until the rain was pelting his face again.
"Y-Yes—?!" He declared.
"Shhh," She pressed a finger on his lips with one hand, and grabbed his shirt with the other to drag him back under the cover of the bleachers. "Not so loud Stickyboy. We gotta be sneaky, Sticky, sneeeaky..."
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Evil Is Pink (bxb)
ActionSTICKS is like any other good boy. All he wants to do is to win the approval of his brilliant, scientific genius of a father, who thinks Sticks is about as bright as a toilet seat. Just one thing though. His father might just be the city's local Sup...
