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

The Grim Reaper

Marsh was sitting in the middle of the camp, lighting a fire. she sat next to test tube, who was trying to help marsh.

"I think you got damp logs..." Test tube said, poking the still fine logs with a stick.

"they'll be fine. just watch" after marsh had some trouble with two rocks, she reached into her pocket and decided to pull out a cigarette lighter. she fiddled with it, then got a flame. she then took her chance and lit the logs a blaze. "see?"

"why do you have a lighter anyways?"

"when I went in here, I was carrying some cigarettes. but, eh, I don't have em anymore. all I have is a lighter. why not use it?" marsh said, she sat down on a patch of dry grass.

"hey, where were you last night? during the murder? cause I saw you awake." test tube asked.

"I was talking to paintbrush. they told me a lot about the hallow. they even drew what it looks like."

marsh picked up a stick and tried to re-draw what paintbrush had drew.

"something like this. its kinda, suspicious that paintbrush knows all of this stuff, ya know?"

Test Tube nodded. "now that you bring it up, it is strange"

"i don't trust them." marsh said, she leaned her head on the palm of her right hand.

the two began to swap theories, and other things of the sort. when, they heard some ruffling in the bushes. just then, they realized that both paintbrush and mic where gone.

Test tube and marsh both got up, and started towards the noise.

then marsh began to run, she ran until she found what they both where lookiing for. test tube soon caught up. what they both saw froze them in place, like they where ice in a blizzard.

what laid in front of them, was mic. she was laying on the ground, torn in two at the torso. she was in a puddle of her own blood, and by the looks of it, she struggled to survive while she still lived. there where bruises on her neck, and blood seeping from the corners of her mouth. but that wasn't the worst part. the worst part was seeing what was looming over it. there, above it, the hallow picked up her organs one at a time and bit into them. every time, blood sprayed across the terrain. the putant sent of death filled the air around them.

the hallow then turned, and saw the two. by then, they've already eaten the eyes and heart and was just starting on the large slurped up the organ then started to barrel towards the two.

they both screamed, and ran for their lives. test tube kept on tripping, so, marsh basically had to carry her. that is, until they where violently pulled up into the trees.

at first, they had to take in what just happened, then, they took in their surroundings. there, they both saw a red haired girl in a black cloak. she pushed her cloak hood back, then looked at the two.

she had buck teeth, green eyes, and a face dotted with freckles. almost instantly, marsh knew who it was, and the girl seemed to know who marsh was too.

"apple?"

the girl smiled, then spoke. "yeah. its me." she soon hugged marsh.

"wow, this is a lot to take in."

apple looked at marsh. marsh then spoke "first i saw someone being eaten by a monster, being chased by said monster, then saw someone who I thought was dead for i don't know how long."

then, when they look down to see paintbrush, looking scared as ever. the tree get down from the tree, making paintbrush jump almost violently. they where covered in scratches, and blood around their mouth. they where crying, which is reasonable in all honesty.

"where were you the whole time?!" Test Tube asked

"when I saw the hallow, I ran away. I didn't- ...I didn't want to get hurt again. o-or worse." they said, shivering and sweating vigorously. test tube tried to hug paintbrush to calm them, but paintbrush pushed them away.

"how about we just go back to the camp?" Test Tube asked, looking at marsh, stepping back. worry in her voice.

"camp?" apple said, looking around.

"Yeah. Camp. lets just go back, okay?" marsh said, grabbing apple's hand gently. the others nodded.

they then headed back to camp, suspicion poisoning the air.