⚠️|Truly, Deeply, Madly

(1) PILOT. (1)

Hello, hello! New book!

This is a Green and Purple relationship, but I am changing it up a bit—

—I don't really 'ship' stick-figures, but Green and Purple make the most sense to me, because of their character development and the fact that other relationships make no sense, as all the AVM main characters are created by Alan, and brothers, in my AU. I got sidetracked— let me just let you enjoy the story instead of taking up all your time. Enjoy!

REMEMBER: THIS STORY IS MATURE (gore and blood wise. If you want sexual interaction, leave now, this isn't for you.)

[I got the idea of a stalker story from another Wattpad writer, account now deleted. This is my storyline, but credits to them for the idea to make a stalker book.]

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Shit.

He was late.

Purple clutched his work bag, running towards the bus stop in the pouring rain. He was panting, and had just missed it. He waved his arms frantically, yelling, "Oi, come back!" But it was no use. The bus had driven away, not noticing him.

Purple let his hands drop to his sides and he sighed through his nose. Now what? Maybe he could wait for the rain to cease and walk home. It was a fifteen minute walk, but who knew how long the rain would last... and of course, by now he lived alone, Orange lived far away. One perk of being an adult, not always having help.

He sat down on the bench, grateful for some shelter from the rain so he wasn't soaked.

While he was waiting, Purple spotted a grey truck pulling up. Familiar...

The window rolled down, and it was Green.

"Heya, Purple," the guy grinned. "Need a ride?"

Purple jumped up, nodded enthusiastically. "Oh, man, thank god!" He ran towards the passenger seat and sat beside Green, his work bag on his lap. "Can you take me home?" He asked.

Green nodded, started to drive again. Purple scrolled through his phone, excited text messages from Red and Blue, as well as Yellow, but his involved less exclamation marks and capital letters and emojis.

Green looked over, then kept driving. Purple looked up for a moment, then back down at his phone. Then he paused, looked up again. This was the opposite way to his house. That was... odd.

"Hey, Green, you went the wrong way." He said, trying to be as kind as possible. Green didn't look at him as he said, "Oh, trust me, I know where I'm going." The other said, a bit too sweetly for Purple's taste. The kind of tone that's so sweet it sounds bitter. He didn't like it.

"Seriously— we should turn around." Purple put his phone down for a moment to look around. When he reached to pick it back up, it seemed to have disappeared. Weird. Had Green taken it? Why?

Green shook his head. "Oh, I know exactly where I'm going, trust me." He said, that same tone. "No, I think I'll get out now." Purple fiddled with the seatbelt as Green slowed to a stop. He took it off and was about to open the door, when he realized it was locked.

Weird, again.

"Hey, can you unlock the door?" He asked.

When he turned around to face Green, the last thing he felt was a searing pain in his face, and he blacked out.