Dont hug me im scared ((A padlock fanfiction))

It all started a few days ago!

I was walking throughout the house, looking for Tony to have a good fight, but that stupid clock wasn't anywhere...!

I'd finally found him outside, sitting on the ground, leaning his back on the tree. I smirked and stomped over to him, angry when he always scolds me for sleeping.

"Ahem!" I put my hands on my hips and narrowed my eyes at him.

Tony's eyes fluttered open and once he saw me, he blushed. "Paige!? How did you-?"

"Look who's always telling ME to stop napping around! C'mon Tony, Be Creative!!" I clenched my fists in anger, surely this would get him to want to fight!

But to my surprise.....Tony didn't move...

He sat along the tree, brushing his hair from his eyes and sighed. "Yes, yes, I know..." He crossed his arms and looked up at the sky. "The sky's creative for the one it loves, so why can't I?" He whispered, but I managed to catch bits and pieces of it.

What?! Tony's in love? That stupid clock how could he?!

I felt as if he stabbed the clock hands through my chest, but not as we do normally in a playful way. This was pain as if something inside of me was dying.... And I didn't like it at all, even though death involves some creative colors.

"Sit next to me Paige" He whispered again, not daring to look at me anymore. Lose of heart much?

I walked over and sat with my knees to my chest, but suddenly found Tony's eyes on me.

"Paige, I'm afraid I have some news...." His expression changed from monotone-to a utterly sad expression. His eyes shifted to the ground before I nodded with an, "Ok?"

He looked back up and put his hand on my shoulder softly, the softest he's ever touched me actually. With our constant bickering and stabbing, that was our kind of "friend" relationship. Never had he ever treated me with a soft care.

"Paige, I'm leaving.....and I don't believe I'll be coming back" His eyes stayed locked on mine. I bit my lip, holding back the uprising laughter.

"That's a good one Tony! You really had me there! What a creative idea you thought of!" I laughed, holding my stomach.

"The thing is, this isn't a joke...." He turned my face to look at him. My black abnormal eyes met his red ones again, but surprisingly a blush spread across my face.

"W-what?" I choked out, feeling the toxic tears pricking my eyes. No, he can't be leaving! Just when we stop fighting, he leaves!?

"I'm sorry, Paige....it's for the best. Promise you'll take care of the others for me? Show them a little lesson or two about time?" He tried lifting my head, but I clenched my fists. As he stared at me, I slapped his hand away, and rested my clenched fists at my sides.

"No! You can't leave me! Y-you can't leave us! What am I supposed to do...? Be alone.....?? The others are away, and without you, who will be the one to stay?" I felt the angry, black tears of ink stream down my face. His expression seemed to have changed again, but to sorrow, most likely.

"Paige, I need to be leaving. My.....flight is in an hour..." He stood, leaving me awestruck on the ground. He started to walk, but I knew he couldn't leave me that easily. I stood my ground, and clenched my pencil in my hand. Sharpened and ready, I dashed towards him and stabbed him in the back, just like old times.

His hand shook scared obviously, and his knees shook slightly. Every time I catch him off guard, I would do this. Maybe....if he remembered our time.....he would understand...

He slowly grabbed for his clock hand, which he held in his sword type of sheath, and pulled it out. I pulled the pencil from his back, with a smirk, and before I could catch a glimpse of him, he had me pinned to the ground.

"One last fight, Hm dear?" He smirked coldly, which always sent cold chills up my spine.

I giggled and tried struggling, but he forcefully brought the large clock hand upwards and stabbed it through my chest. The red paint trickled from my cleavage, and flowed onto the chest of my white creative dress. I smiled, batting my eyes at him. He never looked so different...to me...

He pulled out the clock hand and furiously shook his head..as if trying to forget...? What could he possibly want to forget about me?

"I-I'm sorry, Paige....I need to be leaving..." He dashed off, leaving me on the ground, with the blood steaming down my chest. My tears filled my eyes slowly and I cried softly to myself, using the pencil to erase them every so often.

The black ink of "tears" kept streaming down my face. 'We...we were having so much fun' I thought to myself, bringing my knees to my chest and I began to rock myself.

'Why does he want to forget our time?'

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Will continue soon! :)