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!!DISCONTINUED SORRY!!

“Kuni! Wait up!” A young boy with dark hair yelled. "Kuni" and the boy were at park doing who knows what. “Just try and keep ####!” Kuni laughed and ran off even quicker, leaving the boy behind. Once he stopped to catch his breath he realized. He was lost. Somehow, somewhere, the scenery changed and he was in a forest with weird plants and animals. Even though he was at a completely new area, he continued, as if he was completely unbothered by it. He was now walking randomly trying to find his way home. After what felt like hours he was at a neighborhood that looked so unfamiliar, yet nostalgic at the same time. Walking in the middle of the street, he stopped and a two story house that looked like it needed an enormous makeover ASAP, after walking on the broken steps "K" opened the front door. But when he was about to go inside the setting changed again , now he was at a fancy restaurant with a lady that had long violet hair, all swept into a nice yet messy braid.

“What do you want to eat for your birthday Kuni?” The strange woman said, smiling down at him with a menu in hand. Even though he didn't even know what to say, something said otherwise. “Hmm, I don't know. Maybe something sweet? ” He said, smiling at the unknown person. “That sounds lovely dear!” The woman said, smiling back at him, as if someone was listening in their conversation their food came instantly onto the table. "K" immediately grabbed a utensil and began eating the food but when he looked up he stopped. “____, why aren't you eating..?”

The lady was just staring at him with tired eyes, almost soulless even. “Because I'm dead silly! And you know the dead can't eat.” Suddenly the lady that was sitting across from him was covered in blood, her seat was covered in blood. Everything was covered in blood. “W-What..?” "#" tried to blink back tears but when he opened his eyes again he was at a hospital, feeling sort of out of it. He felt weak and confused and his vision was a little blurry, as if he just woken up from a deep nap. When he tried to look to his left he saw three figures, one with a white coat and mask, and two that sorta looked similar to each other except one was shorter and comforting the other and they both had violet hair. The same as the lady from before. Though he wouldn't know, he couldn't see very well anyways. Suddenly his hearing kicked in and he could listen to what they were saying. “I'm sorry ma'am, but it seems one of them won't be waking up sooner or later..”

“What do you mean?!” The lady that was being comforted practically yelled, though itScaraa little muffled through "####'s" ears. “What I mean is, she's gone. I'm sorry for your lost ma'am.” The woman from before collapsed on her knees, clutching her heart as she wept. The smaller one bent down with her, stroking her back trying to ease the pain. Finally she spoke, “ What about ###########..?” The doctor sighed, running his hand through his hair. “He's not as great. He is in a coma currently and we predict he won't remember anything before the crash.. If anything, he might not even wake up.”

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Scara leaped forward from his bed, panting like he just ran cross country without taking any breaks. Holding his chest with one hand and running through his hair with the other he was able to calm down a little bit. 'What kind of fucked up dream did I have?' Scara glanced over at his digital clock to see the time. 5:35A.M.

Well he might as well get ready for school..

With a heavy sigh, he ripped off the sheets that was covering him and leaped to the shower. The cool water soothed his soul after that horrendous dream. After scrubbing away all of the sweat and filth off of himself Scara turned off the water and stepped out the shower. Grabbing and wrapping a towel around himself. Looking at himself in the mirror he realized something. He's never actually seen those people in his dream before, so why did they look so familiar..? Shrugging it off and telling himself that I probably just saw them in a TV show and forgot.. he began brushing his teeth trying to forget what just happened.

After that, he exited his bathroom heading over to his closet picking out clothes for the day. He settled over a deep purple tank top, a black hoodie with black cargo pants, and some  purple shoes aswell. Putting on his necklace and rings he grabbed his backpack and headed off to greet Nahida. By the time he was finished getting ready it was already 7:12AM. 'Nahida must be up by now.' As Scara made his way and arrived at the kitchen he saw a sticky note on the fridge. "Sorry Scara! Had to go to work early :{ Please be careful when biking to school! I wouldn't want you getting hurt! Love you (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.), Nahida." The little message made Scara smile to himself but quickly shook his head and got rid of it. He opened the fridge door and got the food Nahida left for him as breakfast.

After eating, Scara searched through his bag making sure everything was there exactly as he placed from yesterday. After making sure, he slung his bag over his shoulder and headed off to the front door, locking it behind him so nobody robs Nahida's house. Scara looked up at the grey and cloudy sky. Today felt so..mudane so regular and boring. It was practically killing him. Once he arrived at school he parked (parked? Really ☠️) his bike and made a beeline for the entrance hoping not to bump into anyone he knows. Once he arrived at his classroom door he went to his seat almost immediately. See normally Scara sits at the back of the class, almost always at the left corner away from the door and mostly everybody else, but today someone was sitting at the seat beside him. What surprised him wasn't that somebody was actually sitting beside his seat probably knowing damn well who sits there. Yeah no, he could care less about that. It was the fact that the mystery boy had dark hair with teal highlights—the same hair as the boy from his dream.

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End of chapter one

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