I just sat there. I'm not very.. Social, to say the least. I prefer my already established close friends. I don't know most of the others' names, which makes me feel a tad bit guilty.
I study the others in the room. There's Grian and Scar, ofcourse. They sit with me. But there's also more tables, with even more people. Part of me wants to say hello, but I decide against it. Our table is a faint red, like everything else in our section. But I also see orange, yellow, green, and blue tables. One of each, all equally as faint as ours. I turned to look at the orange table. There sat 3 people.
One looked as if his hair was on fire, his eyes bright red. And I don't just mean the pupil. The whites, or supposed to be whites, were also red.
The 2nd was short, like, really short.
He had darker tan skin and dark, fluffy brunette hair. Although he wore the same clothes as everyone else did, his were covered in vines and flowers. Actually, looking a second time, all of him was covered in plants. The frequency got less and less and the green stalked up him, occasionally interrupted by the pink petaled flowers growing off them.
The last person was taller, clearly, but his hair was blonde. He had wings off his back and covered his eyes. He sorta looked like Grian, but this person's wings were yellow shades, echoing like the sun I hadn't seen in years. I miss being outside. I miss my old friends. My garden. My home.
I wonder if they think I'm missing.
If they think I'm dead.
I want to see them again.
But I can't.
I'm trapped here.
I've been trapped here.
And I dont think I'll ever not be trapped here.
I shook my head and dismissed the thoughts, looking over at the next table. The yellow one. Wait. Are the tables in color order? Huh. They are.
What was I doing again?
Oh, yeah.
The yellowish table held another 3 people. These people looked almost normal at first glance, all just talking and having a good time. Then you notice that one of them has blood everywhere, still seeing the wounds inflicted underneath. Taking a small glance downwards, I also see her feet aren't on the ground. That's a bit alarming. Her colors were dimmed slightly, and her skin almost completely white. Her hair was orange, held up in two buns. The two people across from here were almost opposites. One was tall and brawny, scars pasted all over his tannish skin. Black hair is pulled up in a slight, pointy swift. Above his head was a halo, tilted downwards a bit. His shirt was the same as the rest of, well, everyone. However, the slightly short sleeves of our tops were ripped off of his. The person text to him was shorter, but not by much. His brunette hair was pointy, some yellow steaks strewn about. Protruding through his hair from his forehead were two horns. Their tone faded from his normal fair skin tone to a slightly darker color at the top. His shirt was normal, unlike his friend's ripped or bloody ones. Why do I keep noticing things about people's shirts? Whatever. Anyways-
He smiled, sharp teeth shown through it. I saw movement, so I looked. A tail is swishing behind him, seemingly his. The stereotypical devil tail, long with a yellow heart-like shape at the end.
The next table, the green one, had another 3 people.
I'm starting to sense a pattern.
Anyways, where was I?
Oh yeah.
The first was pretty tall. But he was green. Like, a pale kinda green. It kinda looked like a.. What did they call them? A creeper? Yeah, that's it. But that was only the left half. The right was robotic, powerlines faintly etched into it. Which reminds me, his eyes. One was black, the other was red. On his head were goat horns, an off light brown. He was talking to a shorter brunette with olive-ish skin. On his fluffy hair were two ears. They looked like that of a dog. He smiled wide as he listened to the other talk, a tail wagging happily. The third at the table minded his own business, eating while paying no mind to the two. His hair was white, covering his left eye. He wore a makeshift mask covering his mouth. His head was turned at the orange table, looking longingly at the short vine-covered person. When he was noticed, the shorter smiled widely, missing a tooth, and waved. The other waved back.
I gave a small smile at this, it was kinda wholesome.
The last table was blue. There were thr-
You know what?
You get the jist at this point.
One was green, shades varying between different patches sewn into her skin. Kinda morbid, but okay. Her hair is straight and down, a bright orange. Her eyes are a brighter green, but not to the point of neon. She was next to another girl, a lighter haired brunette. Her eyes were purple and above her head were two antennas. She had slightly transparent purple wings from her back. They didn't look like bird wings, more like, uh.. you know those fairy movies? Yeah. Like those.
Finally, there was a guy. His hair was teal and almost white skin. I saw fangs, so I assumed he's a vampire. Bat-like wings on his back only strengthened my theory.
"Mumbo!"
Grian called me.
"Look, it's you."
I turned to face him holding a spoon, a smirk crossing his already smug face. Scar was laughing really loud but calmed after a bit. I coughed, a smile crossing my face aswell. I grabbed a piece of bread off my plate and showed it to him.
"Look, Grian."
"It's you!"
Grian looked almost offended as scar starting up his giggling again.
"Touche."
