The Red Army

Patryk and Paultryk

[Paultryk]
Nightmares are things that exist only because of fear, if you have no fear, nightmares will not exist in your life. Dad said that before, well one of my dads, I have two. Anyway, I never looked into it since I was just a kid, but now I want to know what it means, maybe I can find out. Anyway, I sat in my room, talking to myself as usual about literally just random things, when my vision faded black for a second before everything I saw looked dark and evil. I saw demon monsters, ghost, human embodiments of Terror, Fear, Pain, and Guilt. I got up and tried walking, only to find more disturbing images down the hallway as I walked. I saw something walked past, turning pale as I realized that it was one of the demonic monsters I saw.

[Patryk]
"This ain't gone be easy. But I know I got dis." I say, paying attention to what I was doing. "C'mom, I know you got this buddy." Tom says. All my friends were encouraging me. A minute passed. Two. Now three passed. It was silent. Then a loud beep was heard and everyone started cheering. I got the TV to work. "I DID IT!" I yell. "Congratulations, you have invented a new kind of awesome." Tord says. "Awe, thank you!" I say, making the world's most weirdest face ever, making everyone laugh. We had the day off today and I spent an hour of it trying to fix an old TV our team had in our house. Tom went out to get snacks, Tord went to try and get a TV stand for our TV, Torm and Paul just left. Which left me and Paultryk alone. I guess he didn't realize that because when I walked past, he started to get pale, dunno why though. Eh, no matter, I guess this means new person to talk to.

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Help.
Everyone's gone-
And that monster is the only thing I see
And Paultryk is the only person to talk to.
I'm alone.
Or maybe he can't see me.
And I see it coming closer and I back away.
I get closer to him but he just backed up more.
Help...it's getting closer to me.
He looked scared like he needs help.
Someone help.
"Hey, what are you acting like that for, it's not like I'm gonna hurt you or anything."
"S...stay away..."
"...Kid?"
"I said, stay away...I-I'm not scared of you..."
"Why should you be?"
He pulled out a knife, then I knew something was wrong.
I waved a silver dagger in front of me and pointed it at it. It's a symbol that shows I'm not afraid to fight.
He...he waved the knife and pointed it at me...it's something I do to show I'm not scared to fight...usually it's nothing but, no one knows what that means except me...and I vowed to only show that...to...my...son...

[Paultryk]
My vision fades to black and then back to normal. Patryk was looking at me, with an unusual serious face. I had seen this type of look. It was like Torm's when I did something that reminded him of his family.
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I quickly put the knife up and walked away. I could sense eyes watching me as I walked away. I could hear countless voices telling me I made a mistake.

[Patryk]
I was confused, shocked, and concerned all at the same time. I contemplated whether or not I should ask him about it, but I eventually shrug it off after I heard the door open. "I HAVE NO SELF CONTROL ON HOW GAY I AM WHATSOEVER!" Tord yelled, breaking down through the door rolling in on the table stand. "I just...nevermind." Tom says, walking in with a frown on his face. Paul just walks in and falls face forward on the floor. "O...kay then?" I say. Torm just walks over him. "I have extreme can't-Deal-With-such-bullshit syndrome." He says, walking to him and Paultryk's room. Well. I have no words for that. "Well anyway, why were you guys gone for like an hour?" I ask. "Well-" Tom begins before getting cut off by Paul. "Actually we were gone for 1 hour 3 minutes 10 seconds and 50 milliseconds. Make that 55 milliseconds." Paul says, with his face still on the floor. "Shut up. As I was saying, we met up at the store and were gone for so long because someone was taking forever to decide which TV stand to get." From the long distance the kitchen and the living room were, you could hear Tord yell, "THERE WERE TOO MANY TO CHOOSE FROM AND THEY WERE ALL GOOD ONES!" Tord says. "YOU COULDN'T HAVE JUST CHOSE THE FIRST ONE, INSTEAD OF FIGHTING FOR ONE YOU DIDN'T WANT IN THE END ANYWAY AND TOOK 51 MINUTES TO LOOK FOR ANOTHER ONE!!" Tom yells, walking towards him. I swear those two argue like their Thomas Jefferson and Alexander Hamilton sometimes. After a while everyone comes and watches TV in the living room. I really didn't pay attention to the TV I just acted like I was watching it so I wouldn't seem like I was...well, "Not acting retarted, for once." As Tom put it one day. "I think," I say, faking a yawn, "I'll go lay down." I walk out the living room and walked to my room and sat on the bed. "I know your out there. Come out of hiding, Paultryk." I say, closing my eyes and laying down. I heard footsteps come from the closet.  I open one of my eyes and look at him. "S...sorry about...y'know...earlier..." Paultryk says, fiddling with his fingers. "Eh, it's ok...though I have one question." I say. He looks up. "What?" "What was that whole thing with the knife?" He turned pale as I asked the question. "W-well...I...can you keep a secret? You have to promise not to tell anyone, I could get in trouble for telling you if Torm found out." He says. "Sure I promise." I say, opening both of my eyes and sitting up. "Ok...I'm from a time that doesn't exist yet, the knife thing was something my father taught me. But we don't exist, at least not in this current time, but in the future. I can't tell you anything else, or I could be hunted down for breaking the laws of time." He says. It took me a minute to process it. "So, I'm guessing that you can't say whose son you are, can you?" I ask. "Oh well, I could but I'm sure you wouldn't really car-" I cut him off before he could finish. "Are you my son?" I ask, with a more serious tone than intended. "I...well I...yea...?" He starts fiddling with his fingers again.

[Paultryk]
"I know your out there. Come out of hiding, Paultryk." Patryk says. I opened the closet door and walked out. He had open one of his closed eyes and looked at me. "S...sorry about...y'know...earlier..." I say, fiddling with my fingers. "Eh, it's ok...though I have one question." He say. I look up. "What?" "What was that whole thing with the knife?" I could feel color draining from my face after hearing that question. I wasn't ready to explain this, but I guess there's no way out of explaining. "W-well...I...can you keep a secret? You have to promise not to tell anyone, I could get in trouble for telling you if Torm found out." I say. "Sure I promise." He says, opening both of his eyes and sitting up. "Ok...I'm from a time that doesn't exist yet, the knife thing was something my father taught me. But we don't exist, at least not in this current time, but in the future. I can't tell you anything else, or I could be hunted down for breaking the laws of time." I say. It took him a minute to process. Then he spoke up again. "So, I'm guessing that you can't say whose son you are, can you?" He asks. "Oh well, I could but I'm sure you wouldn't really car-." He cuts me off before I could finish. "Are you my son?" He asked, with a frightening serious tone. "I...well I...yea...?" I starts fiddling with my fingers again. He had an expressionless face. Then he began to look happy. "YES! I get a son in the future! That's literally all I've ever wanted to do in the future!" He says, then freezing and looked at me one more time. "Who...?" I could tell he was asking who my other parent was. "Isn't that a bit obvious? It's Paul." I say. "OHohoho! Me and Paul have a kid? This is just plain awesome, I get a son, and with the person I love the most." He says. Then his face turned red. "Don't say a word to Paul about that, or I'll stab you with a cupcake." He says. "Okay, I won't say anything." I say, smiling. "Also another thing -probably gonna regret asking this- how exactly were you born?" Patryk asks. "Turns out, you're a hermaphrodite and you & Paul had s-" "OKAY, NO MORE INFO NEEDED." Patryk shouted, his face turning 50 shades of red. I try my best not to laugh. "Anyway, heh heh I think it's time for me to take my leave." I say. He just waves and mutters, "Bye..." and continued looking flustered. I walked out and into my room, to find Torm sleeping, curled up into a ball like a cat. I lay down on the bed next to him, somehow causing him to stretch out, turn, and put his arms around me. He's gonna be so upset when I tell him I told Patryk who I really am.