Purgatory.

conflict

Scripter didn't think it was a great idea for their parents to leave him and his brother alone, with him in charge of the house because he's the older one. But, whatever. They'll be back on the 20th of November, they said so. He heard pitter-pattering before turning and seeing his little brother.

"Can we go see the autumn trees in Crossroads? We were never allowed to go before momma and dadda left."
The smaller demon was practically dying in anticipation for what their brother would say.

"Uh, alright. Sure. We can also go to that christmas light walk thing, too. It's free. How's that sound?"

His smaller sibling jumped up and made a noise similar to a tea kettle.
"I'll go get ready!"
They yelled while running to his room.

Scripter sighed, just throwing on their coat and putting on some shoes, sitting down on the couch while they waited for Btools. They came out, wearing a long sleeved shirt, some sweatpants, holding a sweater, putting it on, and then putting on his coat.

"Are you sure you'll be warm enough? It's below zero degrees out again."
Scripter said in a worried tone, crouching down to get to his brother's level.

"Yep! It's gonna be a lot warmer in Crossroads, so I wanna make sure I don't get bundled up in like ten sweaters."

"..Whatever you say. Come on, we're taking the train."

The two walked out, snow was falling softly onto the ground. Scripter pulled Btools onto his shoulders, and trudged through the snow, it crunches underneath his boots.

"Why aren't we using the sidewalk?"
Btools asked.

"Taking a shortcut."
Scripter replied in a flat tone.

"Alrighty."

Btools looked up at the sky, even though it had stopped snowing, the sky was still a dark grey fluffy blanket.
Their journey ended once they took a turn and started going down the stairs into the subway.
It was a lot warmer in the subway, they sat down on a metal bench while waiting for the train. Btools indeed had not picked out warm enough clothes, Scripter had his arms wrapped around his shivering brother to warm them up a little bit, atleast. Once the train arrived, Btools had been hesitant to enter due to the large amount of people making him feel nervous. Scripter sighed, picking them up and putting them down once they entered. He held onto his hand while sitting down to make them feel a little more safer. His brother scooted closer, nervous.

"We're fine, it's just busy right now. It'll be less crowded when we get off."

"..Okay."
Btools mumbled, letting go of Scripter's hand once they felt safer.

Suddenly, the train came to a halt, all the lights turned off. Scripter instantly grabbed onto Btools to make sure they're safe. Btools seemed confused, looking around. Of course, they couldn't see due to the pitch black around them.

"It's alright, they just have some maintenance to do. I'm sure of it."
Scripter smiled at his sibling, patting their back.

"Are you alright?"
He asked in a more concerned tone, his expression contorting into worry.

"Yeah, it's just a little spooky... you know I don't like the dark."
Btools replied, looking at their brother.

"There's nothing to be scared of, silly."
Scripter rubbed their back, stopping after awhile.

The train started back up, Btools woke up with a jolt as all the lights powered back on at once.

"We're extremely sorry for the interruption, a few explosions from Playground caused the power to go out temporarily. The issue has been dealt with."
A voice spoke through the speakers, about 20 minutes later, they arrived at Crossroads.

"Btools, c'mon. We're here."
Scripter nudged Btools, who had been zoning out while staring at the floor.

"Oh- right."
They stood up, Scripter stood up afterwards.

The two walked out, Scripter walking Btools around as they look at the trees with the pretty fall colors, some trees already lost most of their leaves since they came a little later. Btools picked up a firey orange leaf, and showed it to Scripter.

"Look!"
They yelled, waving the leaf around above them as if they had found a twenty-dollar bill on the ground. Scripter chuckled, patting Btools on their head.

"We won't have enough time for the light walk today, wanna go tomorrow?"

Btools nodded. Later that night, they returned home from their miniature adventure.

(735 words, don't worry their parents will die after this)