Marilyn Manson couldn't get Twiggy out of his head. He hoped he'd see him again. He ran his hand down his ribs. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had a decent meal. He was very dirty as well. His long black hair had tangles in it.
Marilyn sighed. He began to hum. Marilyn decided to look for Twiggy. He searched for the kind boy for hours and hours, day and night. He didn't rest at all until he fell from exhaustion in the woods. He woke up. He felt starved, his stomach was basically digesting itself. He was too weak so he just laid there until sleep took over him again. "Marilyn?" Twiggy said. Marilyn Manson's eyes opened slowly. Twiggy's expression showed that he was worried. "Are you alright?!" Twiggy said and tucked the tangly black hair behind his soon to be friend's ear. Marilyn croaked. This let Twiggy know he was alright. "You need to come home with me, I can make everything better!" Twiggy lifted Marilyn to his feet. He walked home with Marilyn's arm around his shoulders for support.
Twiggy sat Marilyn down next to the front door. "S-Stay. I have to check if my parents are home," Twiggy said. It took only 4 minutes to notice they weren't home. "Come on." Twiggy said basically lifting Marilyn up.
"Twiggy.." Marilyn's voice sounded strained. Twiggy grew even more worried about him. Twiggy hushed him.
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My Monkey (a Maniggy story)
FanfictionHe was a street cat with a powerful voice. He was part of a rich family who had an amazing ability to play the bass and guitar.
