HEART AT WAR [PART 2 OF A&B] [CSM]

i'm sorry that i hurt you

"Psst.. wakey wakey.. pssssst.."

"Wuh.." You yawn, stretching your arms and rolling to your side. A yelp blasts your ears from behind, a hand grasping your arm and pulling you. As your eyes shoot open, you see what could've been a plummet to your death, or at the very least, mild injury.

You squeak, sitting up and crawling away from the cliff.

Why the hell are you on a cliff?

"Why the hell are we on a cliff?" At least try and reword your thoughts, loser.

Bro, shut up, retard.

Hey, don't say that word.

Sorry.

Retard.

An irritated sigh huffs out of your mouth. Stone peeks over your shoulder, patting you on the back a few times. "Man, you totally woulda FELL if I didn't pull ya!"

"Yeah, or if you didn't wake me.. uh.. again, why're we on a cliff?"

They direct you to look back with their thumb. You turn your head, watching Dede and Guppy rubbing wood against a pile of sticks. or in other words, rubbing wood on a faggot. Google it.

Opame sits criss-crossed in the middle of them, her eyebrows furrowed as she watches the two fumble around with the wood. Chester flails in her lap, swatting at the dangling cloth flapping in the wind.

"They've been at tryna start a fire for a couple hours now.. I thought I was gonna get to see fire, cuz, like, fires super hard, but.. I guess not. Crock's super soft right now." Stone pouts, plopping down next to you and sulking. They lay their head on your shoulder, sighing dramatically.

You glance at them, fixing your bra strap. "Why don't you try and help..? You're made of rock, you'd be a great fire starter."

"Doubt Guppy'd let me try. Dude's too concerned about my "health" or whatever.. Y/N, what's a health?"

"Uhhhh.. I don't know how to explain it.. oh, like your well-being."

"Too complicated."

"Maybe it's complicated cuz you don't have a brain."

"HEY! I DON'T NEED A BRAIN, FAGGOT! BRAINS ARE SOFT, I'M ANYTHING BUT THAT!"

"Y/N! Quit fightin' with Stoney!" Guppy yells, pointing a stick at you before going back to rubbing it against the wood. You grunt.

Ugh. You're just talking to Stone, it's not a fight, goddamn loser.. well.. eh, that's a bit mean.

Wait, no it's not, plus, if he loves Stone soooo much, at least try to come up with a better nickname than "Stoney". The fuck is that?

Loser.. ha.

You can probably come up with a better one, like.. uh.. umm.. like, uhh..

Shit, what nicknames do you make with Stone?

Oh, whatever.

"Stone, you said EVERY part of you is hard, right?" You lean them off of you.

"Yeeeup." They cross their arms, grinning. You smirk.

"Yeah? Didn't you mention having a STOMACH earlier?"

Their face drops as a gulp can be heard from them.

"Your TUMMY is probably SOFT! EVEN IF IT'S "FIRM", DOESN'T MAKE IT HARD! HAHAHA!" You laugh, pointing at Stone. Your laugh screeches to a halt as you watch Stone pierce their belly with their arm, digging around inside themself.

Their head shoots up, gazing at you with their glistening, determined eyes. "I was wrong.. I don't HAVE A STOMACH!"

"I ALREADY KNEW THAT, I WAS JUST MESSING WITH YOU, JEEZ!"