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EPILOGUE
You, Red, just got dismissed from your Documentary class. You began leaving the school with a friend, Chris-chan. The streets are almost empty because it's night time. Yes, you have an afternoon-night classes. It was a schedule best suited for your mental conditions. Indeed, on some days, you could barely wake up early. If you do, you force yourself to get out of bed. But enough of that depressing shit. You're passing by the empty streets, under the cold night sky. You pass by a few Christmas decorations, some street vendors still trying to sell their soggy, definitely-old food. You wouldn't buy one because you're out of money, and you're still stomach-full. 2 chocolate donuts (hell yeah) and a Jamaican patty. Oh, right... Did I forget that you said good bye to your professor like a pal? You have no filters, which is why you get along with people easily. As you walk your friend towards his bus "station" (not really a station, but rather a stop for buses). Oh shit, those're called bus stops... Anyway, you do that like a pal would. You crack jokes along the way, talk about how your week went so far, and what your plans for the evening. Chris-chan tells you that he got lazy to go to the gym, and you tell him that you're trying to get fat. You talk about women for a bit, but mostly the future. Particularly getting jobs. It's anxiety-inducing. Should I continue telling how my night usually goes, or should I just head straight to action? Anyway, you drop him to his bus stop, you say good bye. You either tell him "I hope you get stuck in traffic" or "Get in an accident, will ya?" Yes, you're the kind of friend who has a sick sense of humor. Yet still, people hangout with you. Then it was time for you to head home. You pop in your cool custom earphones and started listening to music.
You check for any texts, and as usual, you're flooded with it. Well, not exactly flooded... More like, 20+ texts heheh. What can I say, people like me? But what caught your attention is a text from a person with the username " SpaceRavens03 ". This Tamotsu-person shows you pictures of a new Gunpla model. Barbatos MG.
Anyway, yeah... Maybe I should just skip y'all to the action. You find yourselves at a well-lit park with a decent amount of Christmas decorations. There are people everywhere, some people dating, some homeless people, et cetera. But there's one thing that you really hate... The Christmas songs being played out loud. You try to walk fast to exit the park, but as you reach its center, with a beautiful fountain, you see the others. The other You's. Red's. You all look different from each other, but you receive this feeling that tells you that you're all the same, somehow. And you just aren't dealing with that. You're the only Red in this planet. People can have the same name, but no one will ever be like you. You all look at each other with one similar intent. To eliminate the others, and make sure the world's spot for a "Red" remains for you. (Yeah, I'm getting tired of writing so I'mma just do this quick). Go crazy. Or should I say-- No, WE say... Get that guac.
The Reds
PolikShadowbliss (Red Doctor, Red Sans)
Benedict Cucumberpatch (Sir Rededict Paintpatch)
ElenaIsCool (Little Red Riding Hood, SI Red / Redena)
2Bornot2B (Flandred Scarlet)
FoolsErin (Pixxie)
Crow (Light Red)
EPILOGUE
You, Red, just got dismissed from your Documentary class. You began leaving the school with a friend, Chris-chan. The streets are almost empty because it's night time. Yes, you have an afternoon-night classes. It was a schedule best suited for your mental conditions. Indeed, on some days, you could barely wake up early. If you do, you force yourself to get out of bed. But enough of that depressing shit. You're passing by the empty streets, under the cold night sky. You pass by a few Christmas decorations, some street vendors still trying to sell their soggy, definitely-old food. You wouldn't buy one because you're out of money, and you're still stomach-full. 2 chocolate donuts (hell yeah) and a Jamaican patty. Oh, right... Did I forget that you said good bye to your professor like a pal? You have no filters, which is why you get along with people easily. As you walk your friend towards his bus "station" (not really a station, but rather a stop for buses). Oh shit, those're called bus stops... Anyway, you do that like a pal would. You crack jokes along the way, talk about how your week went so far, and what your plans for the evening. Chris-chan tells you that he got lazy to go to the gym, and you tell him that you're trying to get fat. You talk about women for a bit, but mostly the future. Particularly getting jobs. It's anxiety-inducing. Should I continue telling how my night usually goes, or should I just head straight to action? Anyway, you drop him to his bus stop, you say good bye. You either tell him "I hope you get stuck in traffic" or "Get in an accident, will ya?" Yes, you're the kind of friend who has a sick sense of humor. Yet still, people hangout with you. Then it was time for you to head home. You pop in your cool custom earphones and started listening to music.
You check for any texts, and as usual, you're flooded with it. Well, not exactly flooded... More like, 20+ texts heheh. What can I say, people like me? But what caught your attention is a text from a person with the username " SpaceRavens03 ". This Tamotsu-person shows you pictures of a new Gunpla model. Barbatos MG.
Anyway, yeah... Maybe I should just skip y'all to the action. You find yourselves at a well-lit park with a decent amount of Christmas decorations. There are people everywhere, some people dating, some homeless people, et cetera. But there's one thing that you really hate... The Christmas songs being played out loud. You try to walk fast to exit the park, but as you reach its center, with a beautiful fountain, you see the others. The other You's. Red's. You all look different from each other, but you receive this feeling that tells you that you're all the same, somehow. And you just aren't dealing with that. You're the only Red in this planet. People can have the same name, but no one will ever be like you. You all look at each other with one similar intent. To eliminate the others, and make sure the world's spot for a "Red" remains for you. (Yeah, I'm getting tired of writing so I'mma just do this quick). Go crazy. Or should I say-- No, WE say... Get that guac.
The Reds
PolikShadowbliss (Red Doctor, Red Sans)
Benedict Cucumberpatch (Sir Rededict Paintpatch)
ElenaIsCool (Little Red Riding Hood, SI Red / Redena)
2Bornot2B (Flandred Scarlet)
FoolsErin (Pixxie)
Crow (Light Red)