Spraypainted

Chapter 5

Chapter Five - The Call

Jorge dashed into the city, panting but not looking back. Street lights glimmered, but Jorge was running out of breath. He turned to a nearby alleyway, where he could rest for a couple of minutes. He looked at the streetlights.

"So this is the city life... eh?"

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Chris exited the gates of the neighborhood. Creaking, he ran away as the sun setted. Light reflected on his tanned skin. Wind blew in his hair.

"The real world..."

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Carlo slowly closed the window and ran across the lawn of the adoption center, feeling freedom and the wind blow across his face. A breeze hit him, the cold night giving him warm chills.

"The feel of freedom..."

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Tyler climbed down using the emergency exits of the apartment. With light feet, he landed one by one on each step, the metal not even clanging over the steps Tyler took. When he reached the bottom of the apartment, he sighed with relief.

"Alright world, show me what new adventures you have for me." He said, dashing down the streets of the city.

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"I-I think... I think I'm ready." Jorge sighed, getting up and walking around the sidewalk of the city. He had dreamed of the big lights illuminating throughout the sky.

"This is all I ever dreamed off... I cannot wait to tell the others." He said to himself.

It started as a feeling... which then grew into a hope. Which then turned into a quiet thought, which then grew into a quiet word.

"Dreaming, eh? You must have some kind of-" a voice whispered into Jorge's ear. Jorge flinched, looking for the voice. A faint figure of a guy, probably age 17, smirked as it disolved in pixels.

"S-Some kind of what?!" He exclaimed.

"Whoa... who are you screaming at?" A voice asked. Jorge turned around, seeing a guy with glasses, a plaid jacket and a gray glove on his right hand. He had blue jeans, with brown ruffled hair and tennis shoes. Jorge's eyes widened, backing away.

"I-I'm sorry... I-I thought I saw and h-heard something..." Jorge said.

"Whoa whoa, chill dude. I kinda witnessed it." The guy said. "He just... faded to pixels. No worries, I'm glad to see someone that looks like my age and doesn't hallucinate alot like me. I'm Tyler."

"I-I'm Jorge... but some people call me Cyanide or Cya..." Jorge introduced. Tyler's eyes widened.

"C-Cya...?" Tyler stuttered.

"Yeah... why?"

"I-I'm Brotato."

"WHAT?!"

But then that word grew louder and louder, 'till it was a battle cry. I'll come back, when you call me.

Chris ran out of breath, leaning on an apartment complex wall. He saw a kid, looking alot younger than him running down the other street. He had a green hat with a brown jacket which looked like a onesie. Yellow locks of hair blew across his face, as the kid stumbled and fell near Chris. Chris had no choice but to help him.

"Whoa... are you alright?" Chris asked, holding out his hand for the kid.

"Y-Yeah... I'm fine..." he answered weakly, his blue eyes showing discomfort and pain. "I-I'm... Carlo... Your name?"

"Chris. Are you sure you're okay?" He questioned.

"Y-Yeah... hey, what's that?" Carlo pointed to Chris' cheek. It was a small scar from his father's glass of alcohol. His father had smashed a bottle one night because of the game he was watching, Chris in the vicinity of the smash.

"Oh... that? It was a scar my father did... the crazy alcoholic he is..." Chris said. Carlo gasped, and stood up.

"Chris... you're... you're Mike, aren't you? In the private whitelisted server?"

"Yea- wait how come you know my game name?"

"I'm CarFlo."

Chris and Carlo stared at each other blankly.

No need to say goodbye.

A/N

Im sorry this chapter took so long. School ended and I have been on my computer more often. These chapters on any of my books will take some more time, especially on Dangan Ronpa SCPA: New Semester.

Bye~