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Purple and Red Ch.2Duncan's P.O.V.;
I think about her all the time now.
All the time. And I didn't even know her name.
I need to find out her name.
I can't help but feel as though I started on the wrong foot with her. How could I have made things different? I shake my head and try to clear my mind; I need to get some sleep because tomorrow is my first day of school and I don't want to be dead tired. I toss and turn for about another two hours and in a exasperated huff I turn to look at my clock. 2:30. Oh God... I have to get up in three hours to get ready. I give up on lying uselessly in bed and walk down my long stairway to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of milk. After chugging a mixture that's really more chocolate syrup than milk, I walk back upstairs and lie on my bed for just a few minutes before sleep finally claims me.
I wake up to hear blood-curdling screams, and I immediately jump up, ready to defend whatever is screaming- when I realize it's only my screeching alarm clock. I chuckle to myse
Purple and Red Ch.1Bonnie's P.O.V.;
"Alright!" I yelled with an annoyed eye roll, "I'll be safe, bye now!" "Wait, did you remember-" But Slender's worried yells were cut off as I slammed the door shut and stepped outside the gate. Slendy, and all the other Pastas for that matter, were overreacting to say the least. I mean, it was my first solo kill, yes, but I'd killed so many times before with almost all of the others by my side at one point or another, I think it was safe to say I was ready. I rolled my eyes again and set off through the thick woods to hunt for a good place to victimize.
I was floating through the woods near the Pasta Mansion when I saw him for the first time.
As I came upon a small clearing, I heard a rustling in the bushes nearby. I immediately switched to Bonita form in my defensiveness and approached the bushes with caution, only to find a large black wolf with a blonde streak running down its back. Chuckling at my over-defensiveness, I watched the animal with interest for a few mi
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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