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Dark clouds were covering the night sky, the only light being those from the lamps on a lonely house porch. The door opened with a creak, a tall man stepping out and clutching his jacket close to himself. “Shady!” the man called out, the strong breeze whipping at his dark blue hair. “Come here kitty!” he called out again, brushing his hair out of his brown eyes. He squinted into the darkness, stepping onto the porch and shutting the door behind him. He picked up a lamp off of a nearby table, lifting it up. He looked around and, not being able to spot his cat, set the lamp back down.

He continued calling for his cat until a faint noise caught his attention. He looked to the side, finding a ginger cat pawing and the lamp. He chuckled, picking her up. “There you are! Now let’s get back inside, the storm’s almost here.” He walked to his door, opening it and setting the cat down. She ran inside and the man walked in after her. He was just about to close the door when he heard a pair of boots on gravel.

He quickly grabbed the metal bat he kept behind his door, shutting it quickly. His breath picked up and his heart began racing. He lived alone, in the middle of nowhere, and hardly anyone came down the road. If someone was outside and he didn’t hear a car pull up, most of the time that would mean a thief or kidnapper had arrived.

He gripped the bat tighter as someone knocked on his door. He opened it up a crack, his breath shaky as he spoke. “Can I help you?” The other man nodded, “Name’s Eddie, um, I was camping with some friends and went off to find my car but I got lost. Now I’m here, ta-da.” He did small jazz hands, earning a grin from the other. He opened the door up, Eddie immediately spotting the bat. “Woah-ho! You weren’t gonna hit me with that, right?” “No, not yet at least,” he responded, letting Eddie in. “I never got your name,” he said, walking in, still eyeing the bat. “Good lord, I’m not gonna hit you! And it’s Steve,” he shut the door, letting the bat rest on his shoulder. “Alright, alright, but you can’t blame me for being nervous. Especially after you let me in so easily.”

Steve rolled his eyes, walking out of the hallway and into the sitting area. The other followed behind, looking around in awe. Steve stooped down in the wide doorway to his sitting room, he raised himself back up with Shady in his arms once again. “Is that a cat?” Eddie asked, moving around and standing in front of him.

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The sun began to set and the beach sand became blinding, a group of birds flew across the sea, the sun shielding them from the eyes of a young albino boy. His white hair was messy, his green eyes were bright as he shielded them from the sun. Nagito sighed, turning and beginning to walk down the beach. His bare feet kicked the sand with each step he made. He hummed to himself, his eyes dimming slightly as his mind wandered.

He was thinking of something very important, well, important to him. He was thinking about the love of his life, who didn’t even know it. Hajime was oblivious to all of Nagito’s anics, no matter how hard he tried. And yet, he couldn’t help fall in love with him even more. The way he smiled awkwardly when he didn’t understand something, the way his hair always stuck up at the back, and especially his laugh.

The boy continued walking, eventually spotting Hajime along the way. He was sitting against a palm tree, digging a stick into the sand. Nagito walked up to him and Hajime, hearing him, turned to look.

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"Oh come on Phil! Come on dad! Isn't this what you've been waiting for?" a brunette yelled. He was tall and slightly buff, though not enough to where you could easily tell. His eyes were a flowing caramel sea carrying a crazed look, especially in the setting sun. The raven haired man across from him held a sword, he gripped it, swallowing.

"You know I don't want to do this Will but you're out of control! You're.. you're insane! You're mental! You just blew up a whole nation, your nation! Do you have no shame?" he asked, tears brimming his cloudy, sky-blue eyes. The brunette only laughed, his laugh made the hairs on the raven's neck stand up. Unaware to the both of them, a young boy watched from afar, hidden behind a tree.

He stared, tears already flowing from his eyes, staining his flushed cheeks. He held a hand over his mouth, trying to quiet his sobs and hiccups. The other was clutching the necklace around his neck, it was a heart shaped locket. The other two men had the same hanging from their necks. The brunette stopped laughing, wiping imaginary tears from his eyes.

His expression suddenly became stern and full of hatred. "Well it's not exactly completely my fault now is it, Phil? I might've been able to cope if you hadn't left me to die!" The other man, Phil, stood stiff. He lowered his sword with much hesitation. Wilbur seemed to notice what he was thinking and a sly grin grew across his face.

"Oh? So now you want to be a father figure towards me? After all of the pain and suffering you put me through! I'm not just going to forgive you that easily!" Phil took a step towards him, earning him a weary look from Wilbur. "Will, Will please. It was for your own good that I had to leave you there! There was war and it was moving closer and closer, my home, our home, was destroyed."

The young boy kneeled down, bringing his other hand to help muffle his sobs. His home, the only place he felt was ever welcome to, was gone? He closed his eyes, not wanting to watch anymore. He kept them closed before a familiar rough hand rested on his shoulder. He whipped his head around, his eyes opening wide at the figure behind him. He lowered his hands, speaking in a low whisper, "T-tech..?"

The masked figure nodded, squeezing his shoulder in a comforting manner. "Yes, it's me, Tom." Tommy hugged him, his sobs muffling against his clothing. The stranger looked up, watching the other two. Wilbur walked towards Phil, his expression unreadable. "Will, you have to believe me. I've never lied to you before." Wilbur raised his head, glaring at Phil.

"While that may be true, it doesn't mean you haven't changed." Phil smiled, "I've lived for thousands of years, it's not that easy to change me." Wilbur grinned, nodding. "You have a point, 𝘥𝘢𝘥." Phil wiped the tears from his eyes and Wilbur stepped forward. What happened next was a shock to everyone, even Phil. Tommy tried to see what happened, Techno quickly turned his head back around.

"I don't think you wanna see this, Toms." he whispered, his voice shaky. Phil only stood there, his sword in front of him, dripping blood onto the ground and his hands. Wilbur, the sword impaling him through the stomach, held onto Phil. He laughed weakly, his eyes losing their crazed sparkle. "You know, I'd never thought it'd end like this, with me stabbing myself with your sword."

Phil quickly pulled the sword out, dropping it to the ground. He realized very quickly that this was a bad idea, Wilbur leaned against him, his breathing becoming slow and forced. Phil took him in his arms, laying his lower body on the ground to not cause any strain. "Will you idiot! Why would you do that?" Wilbur only smiled, "You were sent to kill me, I made it easier for you."

With a final breath, he was gone. Phil brought his son close to him, tears flowing from his eyes. "No, no, no! This is all my fault.. I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He laid Wilbur on the ground, closing his eyes. He looked up, immediately spotting his two other sons. He shook his head, Techno nodding in response. He stood up, Tommy still in his arms as he picked him up. He turned walking away.

Phil kneeled down next to Wilbur's body, picking it up. "I know where you'd like to be, Will. Back to your home, L’manburg." He unfolded his wings, holding tightly onto Wilbur's dead body as he took flight. It only took a short amount of time for him to arrive at the L'manburg crater. He landed, folding his wings back. He set the body on the ground.

He spotted a shovel planted into the earth and walked over to it, hoisting it out of the ground and starting to dig. It took him a while but he finished, climbing out of the hole. He picked Wilbur back up, gently placing him inside before picking the shovel back up, filling the hole. Upon finishing, he took a nearby stone block, placing it at the head.

He took a pocket knife out, trying his best to engrave his name on the stone. He finished that as well, putting the knife up. He sat down, tears brimming his eyes once more before he broke out in sobs, covering his face. He kept apologizing over and over, each time more and more tears flowed from his puffy eyes. When he finally calmed down, he realized that a few buds had popped up. He smiled, letting out a watery chuckle. "I knew it."

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Tommy sat in an old, fallen tree, the sun streaming through the leaves and branches of the forest around him. He had a tattered, stuffed blue sheep in his lap, flowers in a basket beside him. “Oww! Not again,” he whined, throwing away a dandelion. He huffed, setting a flower chain on his thigh. He rubbed his thumb for a moment before picking the chain back up. He grabbed another flower, taking its stem and sliding it through a hole he made on another flower’s. He repeated this a couple more times before tying the two end flowers together. He laughed triumphantly, placing the chain of flowers on his head. He picked up his sheep, turning it around to face him. “Look what I did, blue! Isn’t it awesome?” he asked, but to no response. He frowned, setting Blue in the flower basket. He sighed, bringing his knees to his chest.

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Alex was walking through an old abandoned park, well, not really old. The park was only built a couple of years beforehand, though it looked much, much older. Alex let his legs take him wherever, and he soon found himself standing next to an empty bench. Might as well sit down, he thought. As he sat, he pulled out his phone. Fifteen new messages and from who? His parents. He sighed, closing his phone. Alex’s parents had been fighting a lot lately, more than usual. They had started talking about a divorce too, the thought of it sent shivers down his spine. He couldn’t imagine having to go from house to house, parent to parent on the daily. He had run off earlier that night, it was now dawn and his parents were blowing up his phone. Asking where he was, if he was okay, so on and so on. He was sick of it. How could they be so caught up in their own little world talking about divorce, that they hadn’t the slightest thought about how it would affect their son, they’re only one for that matter.

Alex’s thoughts were broken up when he heard the crunching of leaves. Footsteps. He quickly stood up, taking out his pocket knife and turning around. He was face to face with.. Karl? He lowered the knife. What was the school ‘pretty boy’ doing out here? “Hmph.” Alex sat back down, placing the knife back in his pocket. Karl and Alex stayed there for a while, the only sounds being the occasional hoot of an owl and the rustling of leaves. “Do you mind if I sit with you?” Karl asked quietly, breaking the awkward silence. Alex motioned to the rest of the bench. “Go ahead, it’s not like I have anything against you.” Karl nodded, sitting down next to him, leaving a bit of space between them. “I’m-” “Karl, I know. School pretty boy.” Karl stared at him, surprised. “Oh, I didn’t know I was so.. popular?” Alex rolled his eyes, taking his phone out again. Yea right, there’s no way he didn’t know that with how many girls have asked him out. “So what’s your name?” he asked, leaning slightly towards Alex. “Er, it’s Alex. My friends call me Sapnap, no clue why though.” “Hmm, Sapnap, I like the sound of it. Mind if I just call you Sap?” Alex shrugged, “Why not.” It’s not like they’d actually hang out or anything, right?
“So, whatcha doing out here?” Karl asked, trying to strike up some conversation. Alex shrugged again, not feeling like opening up to someone he just met. “I just.. Needed to get away from my room for a while, change of scenery, y’know?” Karl nodded, “Yea I get that. I’m not tryna sound like I’m fishing for sympathy or anything, could care less if you cared or not, but I just needed to get away from my family. They all want me to live this ‘perfect’ life like them, but I just can’t,” he paused, Alex put a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay man, you can let it all out,” he said. He knew exactly how Karl was feeling, maybe he wasn’t as stuck up as everyone made him out to be. Karl nodded, continuing. “Everyone thinks I’m just this stuck up,¨ Alex grinned awkwardly, ¨perfect little prince. The problem is that I’m not. My parents want me to be able to marry some perfect girl, but.. I’m just not into girls. I feel like my parents don’t even care about my current well being, that they only care about how much money I'm going to make and how I’ll contribute to them and etcetera, etcetera.”

There was silence between them again. Alex quickly pulled Karl into a hug, surprising him. “What-?” “Don’t get so used to this Jacobs, I don’t usually do this so don’t get comfortable.” Karl grinned, though it was hidden by Alex’s hoodie. He hugged Alex back, making him jump slightly. Karl kept his chin on Alex's shoulder, while Alex only buried his face in Karl’s shoulder. The two stayed like that for a while, neither speaking. It was no longer awkward between them, it was calming and comfortable. A phone rang, startling the both of them, they quickly let go of eachother, feeling embarrassed. Karl pulled out his phone, “Ah, sorry, it’s my parents. Do you mind waiting here?” Alex shook his head, “Nah, take your time. I don’t have anywhere to go anyways.” Karl gave him a small grin of gratitude as he answered the call. “Hey mom, what’s up?” Alex spaced out, not listening to the rest of their conversation. He didn’t want to be rude and invade privacy, so he opened up Snapchat on his phone and started messing with the filters.

Soon after, his messing around was interrupted by a giggle. Alex’s head shot up, and his blue eyes met with a pair of hazel. “Sorry, I just didn’t wanna bother your little filter show.” Alex rolled his eyes, grinning. “Yea, yea, whatever.” Karl sat back down next to Alex, though closer this time. He leaned over his shoulder, letting the cat filter appear on his face. He giggled again. God he’s so cute. Wait, cute? When did he ever start thinking like this? Alex shook off those thoughts. Now’s not the time to be questioning. “If you think that’s funny, look at this.” He changed the filter, letting out a laugh at the shock on Karls face. “No, you did not just put a Shrek filter on me.” Alex snapped a picture, still laughing. Karl gasped, punching his shoulder playfully. “Delete that!” Alex turned his phone off, keeping it out of Karl’s reach as he grabbed for it. “Nope! I’m making it my background and there’s nothing you can do about it!”

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The two of them fought for a couple more minutes before Karl finally gave up. “Fine! But that means I have to do the same thing,” he said, taking out his phone. Alex chuckled, “As long as I get to keep the pic, I don’t really care.” Karl rolled his eyes, playfully elbowing his side. “Be quiet, I got the filter, get over here.” Alex moved into the frame, letting the filter pop up. “Man, I look hot.” Karl laughed, moving out of the frame and taking the picture. “Hold on, lemme give you my number so you can send that to me,” Alex took his phone back out, opening it and searching for his number. “Do you seriously not know your number?” Alex shook his head, taking Karl’s phone and putting his number in. “Nope, only number I know is my grandads. Hardly even at that.¨

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Benny had just started highschool again, it was his senior year, and he really needed a job. He was currently looking through a newspaper he found on a park bench. He had looked through it for a while before he saw an advertisement for a kids pizza place. It said they were looking for a night guard to work from midnight to six a.m. The pay wasn’t that bad from what he saw, it was gas money until he could find a better use for it. He looked closer at it and saw something disturbing, it said the restaurant wasn’t responsible for injury or dismemberment. What could’ve happened there?, he thought to himself.

He stood up, placing the paper back on the bench. He took his keys out of his pocket and unlocked his car. Benny walked over and got in, putting the key in the ignition and turning it on. The sound of the engine starting ceased any unknown worries he had about taking the job. He buckled his seatbelt up with a click!

He had been driving for about an hour before he came across the pizzeria, it was smaller than he thought it was but it looked nice.