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That's what I am
Thats what I'm known as
The mysterious man
The unknown face
The lulling voice
But that's what I am
That's what I want to be
But you threaten me
You search for my face
The very thing I hide
And you're relentless
You never stop
I tell you no
I deny all statements
Deny all pictures
But you're getting closer
You're trying harder and harder
So I have to try harder too
You're getting too close
You don't listen to the two words I say
The two words everyone knows define me
Two words that are most important
DucklingDuckling in General Fiction More Like This
Felix walked around in a circle, chasing the small creature that chased him. It was fluffy and yellow but he didn't know what it was yet he liked it.
"What is it?" Felix asked.
"A duck. Duckling actually" Cry said as he watched Felix.
"Duckling..." Felix let the word roll off his tongue comfortably. He stopped and the bird bumped into him. He turned and reached out, stroking its feathery down. It quacked happily and Felix giggled. A idea bloomed.
"Run!" He shouted, tapping the sides of the duckling with his heels. It quacked before waddling off quickly, making Felix giggle. Cry just smiled as Felix sat on the creature, watching it run and jump all over the place.
"That's too cute" Cry remarked. Felix laughed and Cry sighed.
Looked like their family now had two cute members
You always did something for meIt had been about a month when Felix gave up on his quest. Damien walked down the street slowly, wary of being spotted. Felix laid down flat in his fur, concealing himself. His heart beat frantically as Damien sat in front of the door to Cry's house. He slid off and patted him, thanking him for taking care before sending him back next door.You always did something for me in General Fiction More Like This
"Cry?" Felix asked as he moved to knock on the door. It swung open, scaring Felix a little. Perhaps he was in a rush and didn't close the door. Yeah... That's it. Hesitantly, he stepped in. He instantly wished he didn't. The place was trashed. The kitchen was covered in dirty dishes and spilled food, the loungeroom was trashed, pillows everywhere. The television was smashed and almost everything on the mantle was gone. Everything... except the small ceramic plate Felix made once. Looking to the stairs, he noticed a strange lump right in front of it. "Cry?" Felix asked. The lump moved. Quite suddenly in fact and Felix jumped out of fear.
Don't worry about it Cry"I'm sorry"Don't worry about it Cry in General Fiction More Like This
Felix stiffened and the world felt like it was travelling in slow motion as Daryl continued to speak, explaining that the Swede didn't have too much longer to live. He was grateful Miss Moore was keeping Cry at home, away from the words he knew would destroy the man.
"Don't tell him"
"I won't. It's all up to you"
Felix nodded and climbed down from the table, running off towards the door and throwing it open as he ran towards home.
"Are you okay"
Cry knelt down, sweeping the Swede into a hug as he muttered reassurances. Miss Moore looked to Felix, seeing him mouth the word 'Terminal'. It made her choke on her breath but she kept quiet about it.
"Everything's gonna be fine Cry..."
"You told me you'd be fine!" Cry shouted as he knelt by the large bed, much too big for Felix on his own.
"I'm sorry. I didn't want you to worry" Felix replied with a weak smile.
"Idiot! I could have done something!"
"There was nothing you could do... I'm honest"
Are you sure it's just a nightmareMen with sharp knives and lab coats. The image ran rampant in Felix's mind as he tried to escape, finding it useless. They labelled him mad. Those things didn't speak, of course not! Closer and closer they got to him, threatening him with their tools until they were just looming above him. One readied their weapon, about to bring it down with much for when-Are you sure it's just a nightmare in General Fiction More Like This
Felix screamed as he sat bolt upright, bedsheets everywhere as he looked around in the darkness. His chest heaved for breath as his hands curled into tight fists. Pulling the sheets over his shoulders like a cape, he swung his feet over the mattress to the floor, standing slowly and padding out into the loungeroom.
"Pewdie, you okay?" A soothing voice asked, instantly setting the Swede at ease yet flaring up his nightmares. He flopped onto the couch, curling into a ball and pulling the covers tight.
"I had a nightmare" He mumbled quietly, curling up tighter. It was silent for a moment before the soft footsteps of two concerned Frenc
Little LettersThe move had been tough. Felix had gone back to Sweden with his parents, leaving Cry alone in their house which seemed that little bit bigger without the Swede traversing it. They had remembered to keep addresses though.Little Letters in General Fiction More Like This
"Hello Cry" The American read aloud as he looked at the paper he had received from Sweden. The words made him smile, seeing as they were written on proper letter paper and the letters were large and misshapen, making it seem a four year old wrote it.
"It's been a long time, hasn't it? Or at least it feels that way" Cry paused, chuckling as he looked at a picture doodled into the corner.
"I miss you very much. The bed here is very small and I would like a big one-----" Cry's eyes settled on the long line, seeing the pencil had been dragged across the paper. "--- like our one" The words stung but he ignored the feeling.
"I hope one day I can come back home. Until then - Felix"
It was then that Cry's eyes settled back on the doodle in the corner. It was Felix's size. A st
The LetterHis feet slammed on the floor, breath hitching in his chest as he tried so very hard to get to where he was. He'd managed to make it home to not only find it empty but to find a certain letter left on the table missing. That letter... Felix... He must have taken it.The Letter in General Fiction More Like This
"You fucking moron!" Cry yelled as he jumped over cars and ran across streets, ignoring the honks and screeches of vehicles making noises at his carelessness. He needed to find him and he needed him now.
Something small slowly came into view, running along the edges of fences and such, carrying a small slip of paper. Cry's eyes narrowed as he let out the breath he'd been holding, charging towards the small figure. It let out a yelp. A single yelp before being swept up in two hands, Cry tripping with the momentum and rolling across the floor, scraping his arms and legs up across the pavement. The world seemed to spin but he paid it no mind as he opened his hands slightly, peering down into them. Staring back at him was the c
We are the same Warnings - noneWe are the same in General Fiction More Like This
Rating - all ages
His footsteps began to grow faster, from a steady walk into a brisk pace.
His pace increased once more, beginning a fast jog as the sing song voice trailed him.
“Cry~ Where are you going?”
The jog transformed into a run as he turned down the alleys and streets, voice calling to him in a sickly sweet tone, asking things like ‘Where are you going?’ and ‘Why not take a rest?’
“Cry, You should stop now”
He spurred himself on, making his feet hit the floor with more power as he raced towards somewhere, anywhere, that could be safer and better than where he was.
The words were muffled, unexisting but they rang clear in his mind. It was his name. His real name. He screeched to a halt, looking around frantically for the source of the voice when a door opened a few metres away.
“There you are... Cry” A voice called. Cry’s eyes narrow
A Rain Soaked Box - The Ending Of Which He DreamedHe shivered. The rain was pouring hard as he cowered in his box. This new home hadn’t lasted long. Only a few weeks and so, here he was again, rain pelting down on his form. He didn’t whimper. That would just mean he would be found and he would receive more pain. He just kept his eyes closed and focused on trying to keep warm. It was silent, only the sound of rain echoing in the air before a small voice rose up from within him, echoing in his ears and mind.A Rain Soaked Box - The Ending Of Which He Dreamed in General Fiction More Like This
“Hello... Cry” The small voice greeted. The Sup Guy sighed in annoyance. “Now now, don’t treat me like that. I wish to make you a deal” The creature held a grin in its words and the Sup Guy sat up instantly, looking down at his heart. The voice laughed, hidden intents inside it and it spawned worry for the white creature. “You wish to see him again, don’t you - Felix”
“Sup!” He cried out joyously. He nodded quickly, small black hair d
PlaitIt was mostly silent in Brennenburg, the only noises being the hissing of small insects and the squeaks of mice that had survived eating old scraps. Another noise pierced the silence though. The soft humming of a particular Frenchman. His hat had been set aside, letting his long golden hair escape as it flowed over his shoulder. Long nimble fingers toyed with it gently, guiding the strands together into segments which were weaved into eachother beautifully with precision. He moved along the long strands, weaving each of them with grace before reaching the bottom, tying it with some string. He let out a content sigh and sat with his hand in his lap, eyes closed as his mind wandered.Plait in General Fiction More Like This
Soft snickering tore him from his bliss, making him turn sharply to the doorway. A well known Swede giggled, hand over his mouth while the other held his lantern shakily, making the oil splash about. A bright red blush crossed his face out of embarrassment as he stood quickly, grabbing his sword. Pewdie got