Error's words are in bold now.
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PaperJam has been trying over and over nonstop to teach himself how to make some fire, he regretted running away now but he ran away 2 years ago so why regret it now is the question. He sighed deeply knowing the fact that this could take forever, he didn't give up though. Not yet.
He got out a chunk of wood that he found on the ground, and got a stick that wouldn't break and began to try and make fire again.
And again..
And
.
.
The male finally made fire.
"YES!" He cheered himself on and gently puts the fire in the wood that he stacked up, he smiled to himself and looked at the night sky. The night sky reminded him of Error, the stars reminded him of Ink. And the daylight sky? Fresh.
He laid back onto the grass and closed his eyes, feeling content. He zoned out.
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Now to when it's been 5 years.
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Fresh hugged his knees close to his chest, inside Ink and Error's house. He thought about PaperJam a lot, he smiled reminding himself of the happy times.
Error was sitting on the couch, Fresh was beside the couch.
"Hey 90s trash?"
"Yeah?"
"Wanna go look for PaperJam in the forest?"
"I- isnt it.. too dangerous?"
"Yeah, but there's a possibility that he's out there."
Error knew how much Fresh missed PaperJam, he misses him too but sometimes that's life and you gotta play with it like an unexpected game.
The glitch stood up from the couch, it was now close to midnight. The two males went outside towards the forest.
"Alright.." Fresh whispered to himself and forced himself to walk with Error in the forest.
Hearing something..
"Stop! I hear something.."
"I do too.."
PaperJam fell off a branch that was already breaking.. will they find him?
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(Freshpaper) Run, Run, Run.
RandomThis is a remake of the story Run Run Run that I have made long ago. The plot was . After the sleepover Fresh and PaperJam had, which was abit of a disaster.. PaperJam had ran away for a very long time, about 5 or 6 years. Fresh, Ink, and Error had...
