[Sunday, 6:12 AM]
"You must hurry.. There is no time.."
"What..? Fucking- Not this again.."
"Get to the school."
"Why should I you creepy ass voice."
"Your running out of time PaperJam!"
PJ jumped awake, looking around frantically, he gently gripped his chest. "Jesus christ not again...." He looked around the room to find himself on the floor by his door, "Ugh.." He got up "6:23!? Ugh this stupid voice thing! Why the hell did it want me to go to the school!?" He grabbed his jacket and put it on, going down the stairs. Passing by Cil who was drowsily making himself some cereal, and to the door. He opened it and left into the cold night, "Why am I even listening to this thing.." He soon approached the school, empty and dark. "Brilliant! You listened to me.." PJ jumped "Jesus! You can talk to me out of my fucking dreams to!?" He growled "Well.. Yes.." PJ rolled his eyes and went into the school "Why am I here in the first place." He rolled his eyes. "Shh!" Everything fell silent, there was noises coming from the left hall. "Go," The voice said "Uuughhh. Fine." He started walking down the left hall before turning a corner out of the corner of his eye he saw movement, he looked around before seeing Emily.. Pinned up against a locker and making out with a guy.. He fell silent and his mind went blank ".....Heh............" He stared at the ground. (*Uses bitch-be-gone spray on Emily*)
"Guess ya really are a bitch!" PJ yelled at her, Emily and the human guy jumped before looking at PJ. She rolled her eyes "What-Everrr! He has a bigger dick anyway." "Does it look like I fucking care?" He turned and let the school, never looking back. He had tears swelled up in his eyes, he wiped them quickly before he ran into someone causing them to fall back with a squeaked. The sound of a skateboard hitting the ground filled the empty streets, PJ stumbled back a bit "The hell..?" There was a small skeleton on the ground, he had a bright blue plaid shirt on with a suspender over his shoulder and the other to his side. He had a pink and black glove wrapped around his fore-arm and hand with shorts and high socks, he seemed to have dropped his glasses and hat.
"I..Im sorry! I..I was so caught up in trying to clean my glasses..!" He quickly grabbed his glasses and put them on before pulling his hat back on. He stood up, PJ scoffed lightly "Watch where your going Nerd." he continued to walk down the sidewalk, "I expected this.. She was a bitch anyway..." he rolled his eyes before opening his front door and going inside. "Yo! Im back," Cil and Quill glanced over, "Hey Jo!" Cil smiled "Where'd ya go?" He sat up. PJ shrugged "Just out, caught a bitch in action." "Emily?" "Emily." PJ sighed, Cil smiled "Well finally you broke up with her! We tried to tell you she did that stuff.." Quill shrugged. "Yeah yeah, rub it in my face." PJ grumbled, "What did you catch her doing?" Quill sat up. "Making out with some dude." He scoffed, Cil cracked up "Hey Jo, did he.. Makeout alive!" Everyone fell silent before they burst out laughing
With Fresh..
He continued to walk to the skate shop, glancing around at everything before he spotted a Chinchilla girl with a baby... His eyes filled with tears, he quickly wiped them away as the baby started crying. The mother tried everything to calm her baby but to no prevail.. Fresh looked both ways and jogged across the street "Excuse me ma'am... I can try to calm them..." The woman looked up at Fresh "Oh thank you! Her names Crystal... Shes my baby cousin.." she gently handed Fresh the small Baby, he gently rocked it.. "One.. Two.. One, Two, Three... Iv been feeling so small..." He softly sang to the baby until she calmed down, "Thank you.." The Chinchilla girl smiled and took the small baby from him. "Its not problem.." He was trying to keep himself from panicking, images of his mother flashed threw his head. "Im Chi!" She smiled softly, holding her cousin close to her. "Fresh.." His breathing got quicker, "I..Iv got to go.. C..Cya!" He quickly jumped on his skateboard and skated down the sidewalk, he quickly got off and road into an alleyway, breathing heavily.
Flashback
"Maama?" Fresh smiled softly, Hoping his mother would soon get better.. "When can you sing to me again mama?" At this time Fresh was only 8 years old.. "Soon my dear.. Soon I hope..." She gently pet her sons head. "Yay! ..I wish I could hear your voice now.." He whined softly. "Im sorry baby... Ill sing to you once I get better.." ...3 hours later.. She passed away holding Fresh while he was sleeping..
Flashback End
He shook violently as He fell to the ground "Nononono... M..Make it stop...!"
"M..MAKE IT STOP!"
