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Twisted Twins

   This was gonna be the new story buuuuttt it wasn't working out. So it'll work great as a 100th chapter special!!! Extra long cringy edition ;3

   "Seven! Seven where are you!?" I cried. He has disappeared at the hospital. The storm hit. There was a power surge. And next thing we know Seven is gone.

   "Seven! Come back! It's me! It's Crayola!" I cried out. I was soaked through my clothes and shivering. I really should have brought a jacket. I'm gonna be so sick after this.

   Which means Seven would be worse foe the wear. He was already weak. The cold and wetness would make it worse.

   "SEVEN!" I called into the empty streets. Everyone was inside. It was only 6 and the clouds made it dark as night.

   I wrapped my arms around myself and continued on. "Where could he have gone..?"

   There was a shuffle to my left. I paused and stared down the alleyway. The rain made it hard to see through my glasses. "Hello?"

   A loud bang followed but it was drowned out by thunder. I jumped. Someone is down there. "Who's there!?"

   Someone stepped out of the shadows. "Ah. Hello there. Dear brother."

   I blinked. "Seven! It's you! Oh thank god I was so worried! You just disappeared and I didn't know what to do!"

  Even though the water droplets I could see his face fall. He looked. . . wrong. His eyes were all hazy and unfocused with a violet glaze over them. Something is wrong. "You worried about me?"

   "Of course! I'm always worried about you! Seven are you okay..? Come on we gotta get you out of the rain." I stepped forward

   He snarled and something flinted in his hand. He had s knife! "Take another step and I'll snap your neck."

   I froze in place. "Seven..?"

   "Seven its too dangerous! Seven you're sick. Seven you aren't like Crayola. Seven your condition. Seven you're too weak!" He hissed. "That's all I ever hear!"

   "Seven–" I started.

   "Shut up Crayola! For once in your god damn life shut up! You're always talking over me, talking for me, 'Oh Seven  is too sick, oh Seven doesn't like that, oh Seven is busy that day!' You always do that you know!" He snapped.

   I winced and stepped back. " I don't mean to."

   "Sure you don't. You're just everyone's favorite. You're the baby in the family and the baby cousin and everyone loves you. I'm just the sick one! I'm the one with all the problems!" He twirled the knife.

   "Seven–" I started again.

   "CRAYOLA BE QUIET! IM SICK OF YOU!" he snarled the violet haze growing heavier in his eyes.

   I winced. Don't cry. Don't cry. You can't cry. You're the strong one. Something is wrong. You can fix it. Seven is hurting.

   "I just want to help you!" I snapped. My temper was leaking in.

   Seven blinked and then there was a blow to my face. I slipped in the puddle and fell to the sidewalk. I recoiled and touched the side of my face. He... cut me. Seven cut me! Seven never hurt anyone beforw!

   "How many times do I have to tell you the shut up?" Seven stood above me.

   I clutched my cheek. The wound was shallow bt still dripping magic. The rain made it sting. "You cut me..."

   Seven blinked. He glanced down at the knife. Magic dripped to the ground carefully. "So I did..."

   My eyes burned. Tears threatened to spill. "Seven please."

   He narrowed his eyes. "Begging is unbecoming of you." He pressed his foot to my chest.

   "Seven you're hurting me..." I choked out. Don't cry. Don't cry. Seven needs you...

   Who am I kidding? Seven doesn't need me. He said so himself... I need Seven. Tears spilled over.

   "Crayola? Are you crying..?" Seven blinked stepping back.

   I brought a hand up to cover my face. "No!"

   "Crayola! Crayola its just a play!" Seven kneeled down beside me.

   "I'm *hic* sorry!" I wiped at my eyes. "It's cold and wet and we've been practicing for a long time and these lines are almost too real!"

   "Oh god Crayola..." Seven pulled me up. "Come one lets get you out of the wet clothes..."

   "I don't like this play..." I muttered.

   "Yeah... me neither. Ita kinda dumb." He chuckled wrapping an arm around my shoulders. "I didn't step on you too hard did I?"

   "No. I'm okay." I hummed.

   "Whatever you say dummy," Seven chuckled.

   "Don't call me a dummy." I pouted.

   "Whatever you say baby brother,"  He giggled.

   "Shut up Seven." I shoved him playfully.

   "Nope."

   "Ugh. Fine."