Roaming Hallows // II2 Mystery Fantasy AU // Fanfiction (on hiatus)

Doodles in the Dirt

Dusk struck, then night fell. everyone was going to rest, including test tube, when, they heard another scream. it came from the area with tents farthest from all the others. test tube sprung herself awake, along with marshmellow, who both went to investigate. not before marsh lit a match and locked it in a lamp. they followed the sound, as they saw two of the members, who where a bit older than the others, surrounding a dead body. one, crying.

"the h*ll happened here?" marsh said, walking towards the others.

the crying one stayed quiet, while the one comforting him spoke. "the hallow. that's what."

marsh backed up a step, then, walked towards the dead body. they looked at the guy. it was the guy named pickle, the one who was crying was his best friend, knife. knife was holding onto his best friend's hand, desperately. the one "comforting" him, was trophy. test tube and marsh knew this, because they both had talked to them the day that test tube got there.

they where all from the 1930s. from what they all knew, they where part of the mafia. seeing their boss, knife, crying was a shocker. test tube got up, and walked to knife, then hugged him. knife sniffed, then spoke trough his tears.

"I didn't want him to go. not this early. we've known each other since childhood." he wiped his tears with his sleeve "why now?"

Test Tube didn't say a word, and just let knife vent his feelings out.

then, as test tube comforted knife, marsh heard footsteps. she then saw the new guy looking at them from the path where the two came.

"oh, hey new guy." marsh said, looking at the new guy. she held up the lamp to them, but, they hid behind the tree when they came into contact with the light. "uh okay,,, whats you're name anyways, new guy?"

they then looked at marsh and spoke "paintbrush."

"oh- uh- well, I'm marsh." she said. paintbrush stepped back, they seemed jumpy and afraid, but not enough to make them run off.

"hey- uh, how'd you get injured anyways?" marsh asked, after a long, awkward silence.

paintbrush stepped back, looking petrified, then, they spoke. "the hallow."

Marsh was shocked, but, now? they had a lead for what the hallow looks like! "what does it look like?"

Paintbrush snapped a branch off of a tree, then drew in the dirt. what they drew was a dark, slender figure, with eyes like knives, and cracks all around their skin. they looked like a shadow of someone wearing a long hooded robe.

"this. this is what the hallow looks like." paintbrush said, circling the doodle.

"it looks like its wearing a cloak"

"so thats how the hallow's henchmen survive"

"hallow's henchmen?"

"people walk around at night, somehow surviving the hallow while they wander. they must be wearing some sort of cloak."

"huh. thanks for the info."

after a while of doing nothing, the sun peaked over the horizon once again.