BLAZE!

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Aggressively scribbling can be heard from a room. A chunky kid no older than 15 writing something on a piece of paper with tears running down his face. The kid is a blend between an emo kid and a skater kid. He wears his signature blue hoodie, while wearing some goofy shorts. His hair is a mess but he prefers it that way. His room is a mess much like his mind. He has everything you need in life but for some reason he is just not entirely content. The scribbling stops. Silence fills his room. He holds the piece of paper and begins to re-read it profusely. Once satisfied the kid sighs "From Jason" He begins to prepare himself for his next step when his dog walks in his room but decides to walk out in the same instance. This act alone makes him hesitate long enough for him to kick the shit out of his bed. He plops down on it and the damn thing slips and falls to the floor. Jason continues to cry silently holding the piece of paper to his chest. He blacks out. Thud. He hit the floor. Jason gets up from the dirt? He stops crying for a moment.

 J: Wait...what? Where is my bed? What happened???Jason exclaims, absolutely dumbfounded. He looks around his surroundings and to his surprise he is not in his room. He is in the middle of a forest. He pockets his paper and begins to wander aimlessly towards what he thinks is some sort of busted down structure. rustling. The kid snaps to the sound of footsteps and quickly decides to use a tree as cover. "OW!" he exclaims as his hands are prickled like hell. His vision is blurred thanks to his tears fogging up his sight.

?: Oh Click! something over here!
??: Oh Chum! Let's see if we can eat it!!

Both of their voices are quite deep in tone. Jason panics and tries to run but trips on air flat in his face. He feels himself get grabbed by some impossible strong hands and is picked up with ease. Jason tries to fight this thing but to no avail so he decides to look around with his new vantage point. He spots a green tinted human looking creature. The damn thing is built like any bodyguard. The strongest jaw line you can picture with its bottom lip over lapping its top lip. The thing is wearing a bit of garment for a tribe of sorts, so no shoes and definitely no pants...just a skirt looking thing with some charms...and bones.

CH: Whoa! Does it look human?
Cl: That's because it is human! Chum I swear you are so slow sometimes!
J: Uhh what are you guys? Where are you taking me!
Ch: We're gonna throw you with the other one and we will vote to see what we do with you. Haha! Must be our lucky day huh brother!
Cl: Don't talk about our food! Otherwise you will cry when you eat him.

The second one states as if this is a recurring event. Jason, fully convinced he is going to die, shakes frantically. Maybe death wasn't what he wanted. "Maybe my death will be quick" Jason thinks to himself. Yeet! Jason gets yeeted into a cage of some kind. Slam! The two green boys close the damn cage. 

?: Just great. Some small runt. I was hoping for something with more muscle.

 A peculiar voice from behind him states. Jason turns to see a much taller kid. He wears square glasses, and his hair is on the longer side of short. He wears a hoodie but it's far thicker than his. The kid is on the heftier side and wears some pants linking to his Nikes. 

J: Oh...uh hi? Oh hey! I know you. I think we had a math class together but you dropped it or something. Think well tastes good?
Glasses: Great, I'm going to die with a smartass. Well shit.
J: Well my name is Jason. *gestures* and you are?
K: Tsk. Names Kuron...but in a bit that won't matter now will it?

Kuron declares as he pouts back into his corner. Foosh! A giant bonfire lights up the area as the "food" is hoisted into the air knocking the boys off their feet. Jason turns around to see a circle of similar looking green beasts all taking their seats and begin to stomp their feet as a drum roll. He looks past the circle to see he is surrounded by some of the most ghetto homes he has ever seen. All of them are made of wood and twine but lack any real craftsmanship. They are spread out across the spiky trees creating some sort of little town. A really ugly town but a small town nonetheless. The place is a mixture of a swamp and a forest with it somehow being a dry plane.