A teenage boy walked over to the newly set stone and dirt, crouching down and pressing a flower into the slick grass beside it. He ran a hand through his flat, stringy hair, as if he expected it to be longer. “‘He’s brave, you’re brave. He’s cold, you’re cold…..” The boy pauses and laughs, the laugh broken like that of his clock. Swallowing the thick, cold, tears that fill his mouth, he speaks again, his voice wavering. “He’s dead, you’re- Dead.” A man in a dark pinstriped purple suit, hat, and ridiculous floppy wig drenched with water, walks up to the boy and rests a gloved hand on his shoulder. “You’re- dead.” The boy says again to the gravestone, then looks up at the mysterious man, his own eyes not meeting the man’s. “Why aren’t you wearing black? I thought everyone was.” He cracks a broken smile, his eyes showing what he means to say. “I think I’m dead enough,” the man answers. “And-“ the boy’s voice cracks unnaturally. “You didn’t think that might affect her? That she might want to be just. Like. You.” The sentiment seems half-hearted. “I’m sorry, Fletcher. I didn’t mean for it to be like this.” The man answers, tilting his hat lower over his face. “Of course you didn’t. But you didn’t think that putting her in the way of danger, constantly, and letting her-“ Fletcher stands up. “She wasn’t even herself, in the end, Skulduggery….” The boy’s voice falters and he pushes past the man, the impact feeling harder and more hollow than ever. “You’re cold, she’s cold.” He walks out of the cover of the trees, not seeming to mind his ever flattening hair in the rain. Story by @RavensArcher, fanfic set in SP universe Art by amazing person who is not me and I got it off of the Google. Uh hit the green flag to watch my amazing coding. This needs music, doesn’t it…… “Please- no-“ her voice squeezed along with her lungs, but all she heard was the defiant laugh, ringing in her ears. “Where is the skull-man when you need him?” the sharp, high-pitched voice intoned. “He’ll-“ she coughed the blood out of her mouth. “C-come..” The creature looking above her appeared to have done a strange sort of laugh, however horrid and brief. “I think you find that he won’t.” it said, and in one swift motion, laid the final flick of the bread knife into Valkyrie. Or, I dunno, it could have just rolled her out the border and she would’ve died instantly. Creepy first person SP requests?
