The Warm Storm [A LOOPY X ZANY FANFICTION]

Chapter 1 - Loopy's POV

This all started by one simple event: racing. Nobody even knew why it would be a good idea to go racing in Freezerville's most dangerous place, and neither one of them questioned it either. It was misty and the foul feeling of the blinding fog blew against our eyes. All I knew was that I was with Zany, and although he was usually in Freezerville the most, he never knew about this place.

And that's when the drama happened.

The two of us had sworn to stay together at all times until we were sure that some rescue team had come. But that would be a while, and the thought just made us two scared yet annoyed. And then we argued.

-xxx-

'This is all your fault!' I screamed at the inverted colour, holding my breath in a way to show I was annoyed; I crossed my arms and stared at the raven black trees.

'What do you mean, MY fault? It was your idea to go racing in the first place!' he had yelled back, clenching his stubbed fists. I felt my eyes roll back towards the smaller being.

'You come here more often than I do, you should know where to go!'

'This is the type of thing we do in Dumb Dome, surely you're smarter than that, Loopy!'

'What if I wanted a change?!'

The arguing continued and had only ended when Zany knelt onto the ground in transparent tears. That was the last of him as I watched him crawl back up to his feet, running into the opposite direction.

-xxx-

And that was when I felt tears myself. I had promised myself that I would watch out for the smaller beanie - and I had broken it. It had broken me; I had lost him. My only friend.

And then just like that, I felt something hit against my feet.

It didn't feel like the typical, wet feeling from the snow; it felt like...

...Paper.

And that wasn't normal. I had that stomach-tying sense that made me wish and hope it was some sort of message from Zany, saying how he was okay and he'd return.

And it was the opposite.

Dear, Loopy.

I'm sorry about what happened, I swear I will return and I promise that we'll stick togeth-...

HE'S GONE.

I felt my teeth squeeze slightly and felt angry...upset...And then I ran.

I knew I had to find him.