Entirely random OC stuff

Night 46-47

As the flames of the fire before them began to fade, The Blaze shoved her sword into the wood with a rough stab, watching the fire explode throughout the wood and awaken the red puffball on the other side of the fire. "Gwah! Y-You scared me again, Blaze! Wh-Why do you keep shoving your sword into the fire?? Y-You really just need to poke it lightly."

The Blaze glanced up from the fire, staring at the red puffball rather coldly. Then again, with her mask on, all of her glances and stares looked cold. "Sorry," She said flatly, allowing her sword to go out and disappear. The puffball reached up to his brown hat and tugged it down some. "Uhm...why do you stab the fire with so much force...?" He pressed his red gloves together. The Blaze just sat back on the grass, stretching and burning an ant she saw by lighting her finger up and squishing it. "There's a lot to be angry about in the worlds, Glaze."

"I think you mean..." Glaze trailed off, remembering The Blaze could travel through dimensions and had been to directly assist Glaze in moving away from his crazy family. "Never mind, I forgot you uhm..." The Blaze shook her head. "It's fine. It's an easy thing to forget. My whole thing is fire after all," She raised her skeletal hand, watching the fire on it. Glaze gripped his hands, watching the blood drip down her arm.

"It...seriously doesn't hurt wh-when you do that...?" Glaze asked, sitting up a little. "I-It makes me all squishy and sick-y inside.." Glaze messed with his paws. "Of course seeing blood makes you feel that way. Blood isn't typically something Toons see. Just like how humans aren't typically supposed to be given magic," The Blaze lowered her head to stare into the flames before realizing that Glaze asked her a question. "Oh...no...it stopped hurting forevers ago. I have already destroyed all of my nerves around my hands. All that's being charred now is the bones."

Glaze then asked another question, "If...you can make a portal to anywhere, why haven't you just...made a portal directly to ToonTown?" Glaze moved around the flames to join by The Blaze's side. "Sometimes, the adventure is more fun than the actual destination. Sometimes a walk helps heal all injuries, so, we're walking. My bet is we'll be there by tomorrow evening." The Blaze stared up at the stars.

"...I'm starting to realize I never really got your name, Blaze. You call yourself The Blaze. Do you...go by a different name too?" Glaze asked, staring up at her cold mask as she stared into the fire. Glaze could've swore he could see eyes behind her mask but he wasn't too sure. "'Too'?" The Blaze raised her head a bit and turned her head slightly towards Glaze.

"Uhm...yeah, gwah...m'family's nuts. I don't like candy though so..I go by Glaze D. Donut instead of.." Glaze groaned and rolled his eyes, "Bluu Razzberi." The Blaze only hummed and looked back at the fire, almost entranced by it.

"Glaze," Hearing The Blaze say his name directly instead of 'Puffball' or 'Toon' caught Glaze off guard. He flinched and looked up at The Blaze. She was now directly staring at Glaze with the cold eyes of the mask. Honestly, Glaze began to shake. "When you've been artificially enhanced to be around much, much longer than you're supposed to be, being called by a name that's not yours, you tend to forget your real name. For all I know, I've been known as The Blaze all my life. Any documents having my real name and family were burned up in the massacre."

"I...don't believe you've ever told me in full what 'The Massacre' was. Could you-," "It was a day full of death. There's a reason I'm called The Blaze. They all found out that day too. I don't share details like that with people I'll never see again," The Blaze gestured towards Glaze, not even seeing him frown at the comment. "All you need to know is I'm known as The Blaze, I was human and I have...regretfully, committed a massacre," The Blaze dipped her head closer to the fire. "There's this tiny part of me that wishes I had escaped peacefully. That part says I went Overkill. That part says they all had families too. ...I don't know how to feel about it. I can't even remember how long ago the massacre was. I lost count of the years I've been around. I've lost count of the years it's been since the massacre. Someone took a torch to my brain long ago, burnt up a memory for everyone I hurt and a memory for everything I destroyed."