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they're SAWNIC rings ｡ﾟﾟ(」｡≧□≦)」

Character/s : Jensen Akles I (jensenAkles1) , Thereal Crayb (thereal_crayb)

Jensen Akles I's white trainers crunched against the pavement as he strolled about the neighbourhood, smiling at people as he went. His hands were shoved into his unzipped hoodie's pockets, a form of keeping them warm in the late January breeze.

His short, brunette-ish ginger hair slightly twitched in the frost tickled air as he smiled to yet another person, but this time he couldn't see their face.

It didn't matter too much, of course, he still gave the stranger a warm greeting, yet it did then surprise him when the stranger continued the interaction.

"Hi," the man walked over to him. He was wearing a green shirt with the number 8 emblazoned on it, a green hood over his head, a grey, metallic-looking mask, a brown fedora with a red ribbon wrapped around it, black jeans and white shoes.

"Hi," he stuck his hand out to the man, prompting a hand shake, but the man man no movement to return it. Instead, he shoved his hand in his jean pockets, his thumbs not joining the rest of his fingers.

"Want to be friends?" the bloke's voice was low but smooth, an odd combination to Jensen, but he ignored it, you should never judge somebody before you get to know them.

Jensen was delighted by the request, and smiled even wider and even more warmly as he replied, "Yes!"

Jensen felt a small tingle in his cheeks as he said his next sentence.

"Me like friend..." he giggled, shoving a piece of hair behind his ear.

"Me to," the stranger said. Jensen felt another tingle in his cheeks, partnered with a turning sense in his stomach. No one had ever been this nice to him, even though he put all his effort into being nice to others. "Want tobgo walo around?"

Jensen didn't know what the man was saying. "What?" he asked, feeling a bit embarrassed.

No reply.

He shook off the eeriness of that single event and continued the conversation, feeling it slightly slip out of his hands. "Hey friend,"

"Ya?"

"Do you like my Sawnick Rings?" Jensen turned his head slightly, still looking at the man, but now giving him a better look at his Sawnick Rings. They were two, golden rings in his ears. These are Sawnick Rings, not earrings. Get. It. Right, he silently told the man.

The man seemed lost in thought for a moment, like he heard something only he could understand. "Your Saw rings are asome." the stranger mumbled after a bit.

Jensen took the pair of sunglasses he had hung from the front of his t-shirt, put them on, and did the 'okay' hand signal at the dude. He then took them off and put them back where they had previously sat.

Then, the man's posture changed. He took a step away from Jensen, his hands pulling out of his pockets. "They are called ear rings, bud." He pointed at his Sawnick Rings, chuckling lightly to himself.

No, no no no...

"No... they Sawnick Rings!" Jensen straightened his own posture and also pointed to his Sawnick Rings. He felt a jab of insult at the 'correction', but it was nothing new. He's just like everyone else.

"No, ear rings."

"No... they Sawnick Rings!" he felt his stomach drop at the double-down. He thought that this man was different. "They... just look like earrings! They are actually Sawnick Rings!"

Jensen took  a step towards the man, hoping he'd understand. He pleaded with the man silently.

How could you let yourself be misguided? You know everyone says this. Why would you think he'd be different?

His head started pounding, he started hearing whispers. N-No... not again-

"EAR RINGS. EAR RINGS." what sounded like a choir of voices started yelling at him, and his hands shot out of his pockets into the icy air to plug his ears. He clamped his eyes shut and shook his head.

"No! They- They're Sawnick Rings! GET IT RIGHT!-" he yelled in agony, the pain making him want to rip his ears off.

"EAR RINGS. EAR RINGS." the voices continued, getting louder and louder. Jensen backed up, tripping over his own feet, until he hit a brick wall. He let himself slide down it, the voices making his head feel explosive.

"THEY'RE SAWNICK RINGS!" he screamed, his voice ripping in his throat.

Still, the voices continued. He dipped his head down and shot it back up, and it made contact with the wall, pain spiking in the back of his head where it hit. It made him wince, but it silenced the voices for a split second.

In desperation and hope, he did it again. And again. And again. He felt a warm liquid dripping down his back, but he ignored it. 

"SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP," he repeated over. And over. Every time his head hit the wall, he repeated it.

Until all went dark.

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