Tricksters, Demons, and Trolls, oh-fucking-my.

Chapter 4

Four weeks later, everyone was still a wreck.

[redacted] watched his friends mourn from a distance. he felt awful about what'd happened, but it had to be done. Bree and Breeze were ignoring him as well, and [redacted] felt isolated again. This was the same he'd felt throughout elementary school and middle school, before he'd found people who seemed to accept him for who he was; flaws and all.

[redacted] looked away, not wanting to get any sadder. They didn't have time for him to be emotional. They had stuff to do.

You are now Bree=====>

'he's the reason they're dead. HE got them killed!' You glare [redacted], who was sharpening a knife as he sat alone. 'Why are they still here.' You try to hold tears back, but they fall to the ground anyway as thoughts of your fallen friends fill your head.

Be the ex-drunk. Be Roxy=====>

'It's times like this that I wish I had a drink,' you sighed, sadly watching as Bree cried. You'd found several things in common, though you hadn't know each other very long. In the time that you had spent with them, you knew enough that they were -or at least used to be - close to each other.

Be anime-shades. Be Dirk====>

Sitting with your friends, you all watch as [redacted] sharpens a knife before quickly standing up and going to the garage, while his remaining friends (Gage, Bree, and Breeze) cried, trying to comfort each other.

Be the one with the British accent. Be Jake===>

You bite your lip as you leaned on Dirk. You and your friends (Dirk, Dave, Rose, Roxy, Kanaya, Jane, and John) watched Breeze cry with her friends while [redacted] went to the garage. They were breaking apart at a time when they needed each other most.

Be the troll. Be Kanaya====>

You sigh, holding Rose close as you watch three of the humans cry more. The seemingly more aggressive one, [redacted], had distanced himself, heading to the garage.

Be the one in the metal building. Be [redacted]=====>

Hiding your head in your hands, you let loose the scream that's been building up inside you all day. You hands, muffling the sound of the scream, were soon covered in the tears streaming down your face. All the pain had been building up, day by day, and each night you let them loose; either hiding out in your room on the second floor of the house, or coming to the garage, where you were now.

You crawl up to the loft of the big, steel building and sit on the corner, sobbing quietly as the wood below you grew wet with tears. The pain in your chest grew, and you bite your hand, quieting your sounds of pain. How could you be so stupid. You knew better then to loose yourself like this when the others were awake outside.

The pain sliced through your body again and you blacked out, the sounds of mad giggles echoing in your ears.

You are no longer [redacted].

A giggling mess was laying in the loft of the steel building, their hair flashing colors as they slowly began to loose themselves to the sugary madness. The once hair, died black, was now turning a bright, pastel blue with small mints popping up here and there.

The boy's black cloths were slowly changing look and color as quiet laughter shook his limp body before [redacted] woke up, his blue eyes snapping open as the colors faded. he put his head in his hands, shaking. The stress was getting to the him, building up, and it would only be a matter of time before the damn burst.

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Sorry about the short chapter! Hopefully I'll be able to get another one up, idk. Lot's of different POVs though, huh? Hopefully they'll get longer, idk.

Thanks to johntheegg_23 ( erwinsmith0845 's other account) for helping me with this chapter. He got me a starter sentence, so guess I just worked from there XD.

I want to thank all the people who support me through my usual bullshit.

And, as always, thank you for taking the time out of your life to read this.