𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞 (Sleepy Bois Inc) /Discontinued/

-6-

Techno
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Wilbur and I sat by the warm fire, reminiscing in memories of the good old days; the 'good old days' being the time period when Wilbur, Tommy, and I first met in the woods on one unforgettable day. Then, when Phil stumbled upon our camp the following week. Wilbur and Tommy had been banished from their home and took refuge in the woods where I and Phil separately roamed- then like that, we were united as our own little clique, where we swore only death do us part.

Tommy had long since run off to his warm tent by the time we finally clocked out for the night. I rested my head on my down pillow we had stolen from an old cottage years ago and tucked my shoulder-length braid comfortably out of the way. Tommy hated the braid I wore so pridefully- he said it made me look like a woman. But, in all honesty, I didn't really care what Tommy thought. I thought it'd be smart to try and get some rest, after all, the next day was going to be a big one. Revenge.

I had just about fallen asleep when I heard the sound of a zipper from the tent over. What's Tommy doing at this hour? At least Wilbur was still sleeping soundly, as you could hear from his occasional snores. As long as Tommy didn't wake Wilbur up, and he didn't get himself hurt, it didn't bother me what he did. The sound of the zipper stopped as I shifted in my tent, trying to get more comfortable with the blankets all crowding around me. There was the sound of soft footsteps darting hurriedly into the trees, but after that, it was silent once more.

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I was up most of the night, only really waking in the morning to the pleasant chirping of the birds who resided in the nearby trees, and the soft glowing of light on the horizon. I stretched, popping my neck carefully and wringing out my hands. Oddly enough, even after staying awake the whole night, I had never heard Tommy's tent zipper re-open, signaling his return. I shrugged it off- still curious, but deciding to push the thought away until Tommy came back. If he came back, that was. I emerged from my tent just to be met with the red, orange, and blue sunrise in the distance.

I took a few unusually long strides across the camp, soaking in the early dawn air as it hit my skin, chilling my bones and making them shake. But today it was important for me to be up before everyone else, as it was the day I finally got revenge. Phil's death had gone far too long without someone paying for it, and I had my sights set on one British boy in particular. GeorgeNotFound.

Dream and his gang were infamous for their plundering and murdering of innocent rouges like us, who didn't mean any harm unless provoked. I certainly felt provoked by this.

It felt nice, the sun on my face and the breeze in my hair as I played with the handle to the sword I had been staring at for quite some time now, just peacefully imagining all the ways I could end that colorblind son of a-

The bushes shook in the distance, and I jumped, readying the sword in front of me in a defense position. The green brambles parted to reveal a shocked looking Tommy, who tumbled out very gracefully. He looked at me with a wild look in his eyes as he got up and held his hands out in front of him. I relaxed my stance a bit, settling down when it was clear there was no real sense of danger anywhere to be seen. "Jesus, will you put that thing down already?" The boy stuttered, taking a step back.

"Wanna explain where you went last night?" I retorted, making his eyes grow even wider.

"I asked you first," Tommy scoffed, watching as I set the sword back on the table. My fingers itched for its place in my hand, however. "Thank you, gosh-" He proceeded to brush the dust off his shirt, shaking slightly. It appeared that wherever he went last night, he hadn't taken a coat. It was certainly strange.

"Ok, now answer my question," I said, pacing back and forth as I anticipated the feeling of soft skin tearing at the touch of my blade- The boy fiddled with his hands and looked at the ground. "There's no use in lyin', Tommy,"

"I- I went to meet a friend," He stuttered, avoiding my gaze.

"Who?"

"Nobody. . ."

"You didn't run off to see that Dream Team, did ya?" He shook his head hurriedly, assuring me that certainly wasn't the case. I figured it was fruitless to pressure him into telling me exactly who, seeing as he came back in one piece and was still breathing, it didn't really matter. "Well, just be careful," I took up my sword again, holding it out and examining the blade. It glistened in the morning sun.

"Of course, I'm a big, strong, man, I'm always careful!" Tommy shouted, pounding his chest. I just hummed my response and brushed past him into the woods.

I didn't really know where I was going, but I had a general idea. It was easier to aimlessly follow my feet as they walked me into the deep woods, I just surveyed the sky for any signs of fires dying out as I went along. I had to admit, it was really nice weather to kill someone. Or, multiple people, depending on my mood and how much of a fight they put up.

It seemed as if I had been walking for hours, seeing the same repetitiveness of the plants as trees as they blurred together- that was until I stumbled upon a hint of civilization. I dropped to a crouch, being even more careful this time as I noticed every little detail of the area around me. The way the grass shoots swayed innocently in the soft breeze, and how the sun shone in rays through the cracks in which the roofed forest parted- I stopped myself, my head perking up. There it was. The Dream Team camp. While I had nothing particularly against Sapnap, I suppose, as a whole, I didn't like those three.

I tried my best to sneak around the edge of their camp, watching as Sapnap poked the dying fire lazily with a stick. Dream must've been off hunting, or sleeping because he was nowhere to be seen. George, however, was sitting distracted at a table. I took a deep breath in, readying myself for the stunt I was about to try.

Without another thought, I lept out of the bushes. The firepit was on the opposite side of the camp, and where George sat was closer, but I still went for Sapnap first. Why, you ask? Because I wanted to make sure George had a proper death.

George seemed startled as I darted past him, pulling my sword out of its sheath and facing the boy by the fire with a look of rage. There was a layer of anger that clouded my vision to the point where I only saw red.

Sapnap's eyes grew wide and scared as he fought with the buckle on his sword holder, desperately clawing at it to get it open. The fire was still partially blazing, and I saw the perfect opportunity. I only grinned as I felt my body spin and crash into the boy, sending him falling backward- right into the flames. All my other senses were blocked out by the thrill of death, again, so I barely heard his screams as I pushed back on my heel and sent an upward block in George's direction. "Not the stupidest, I see," I chuckled, sending a blow to his upper right leg.

"What the HELL?" George growled, shifting his weight onto his left leg and attempting to attack again- Another swing I blocked once more, with very minimal effort.

"Aren't you supposed to be good?" I taunted, pushing him back and smiling as he hit the hard dirt sloppily. Those white-rimmed glasses of his fell off as well, just in time for me to catch his sparkling brown eyes roll at me. Now it was his turn to let out a giggle, his eyes darted quickly into the trees behind me, but I paid no mind.

"Hey," George choked out, coughing, most likely because of the air being stolen from his lungs upon impact with the ground. "How's that friend of yours doing- What was his name again... Phil?" He smirked, knowing entirely that was the reason I had shown up at his camp this evening. I couldn't control my rage any longer, and leaped upon his small figure, sending my sword's handle into his temple. The boy went limp under me, but he wasn't dead quite yet, as I felt shaky breath escape from his nostrils. A small stream of blood started to leak from the wound I had just caused on the side of his head, but it still left me unsatisfied.

As much as I had wanted to draw out his death as much as possible, there wasn't certainty that there would be another moment as good as this to deliver the final blow. "Blood for the blood god," I muttered, slowly sliding my sword across the skin on his delicate neck. It was refreshing seeing the blood bubble and spill out over the cut. It soaked his shirt, as well as mine, and I relished in the sweet smell- and taste- of iron. Phil's wound had bled like this, but it hadn't made me even a fraction of how happy I was right then.

That was, until, I felt a sharp pain in my head- then the world went dark.