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[0] Prologue - Leaf of Faith

Abattoir POV

My name is Abattoir Expiry, and I know, original name. Blame my parents for that.

Too bad they're already with God up there in the heavens. Anyway, me and my group of friends, which by the way are monsters, are eating our packed up foods inside this wonderful forest.

Let me introduce them.

(Verdana): Jyehehehe! Look at this, Abattoir! It's a... leaf. *Shows a single piece of leaf that came from the trees to Abattoir*

This is Verdana. No last name.

She wears a purple scarf on her neck, and she's a skeleton. As for why I know her gender, well, because she sounds like a female, so I just assume that this skeleton is a female. 

She has clothes similar to that of a battle armor, well, plastic battle armor, that is. I mean, she's a skeleton, and she doesn't need to wear clothes, but being naked is probably embarrassing for her.

(Thew): Does the leaf... LIFT?!

And this is Thew. No last name, too.

He's a floating horse that is on steroids or something. I know that he exercises to gain those swole muscles, but I like to think that he's on steroids.

He wears those slightly destroyed T-shirt that says, "Muscle is Power!", or MiP for short. And he doesn't wear pants or shorts, because he doesn't have legs and instead have those, umm, fish tail?

I don't know, I think those are fish tails, and he floats off the ground, too. I never ask him, and I don't care, and he probably has the ability to levitate... lucky bastard.

(Sludge): *Wiggles that translates to "I don't think leaf, uh, lift, Thew."*

And this is Sludge, and he's a slime. A green slime, to be exact.

Sludge right here is a smart dude... but he can't talk, so that's a bummer. He can only communicate to people (Or monsters) by wiggling to them.

I don't know how Verdana and Thew know his language, but I do know something that I learned from school. It's that slimes like Sludge has different types of languages.

Can you believe it?! Who knew that wiggling has so many different languages, but lowkey, it kinda make sense... not.

(Abattoir): Yeah, what Sludge said. Anyway, this weather is mad brick, guys.

(Verdana): I don't know about you, but skeletons don't feel cold because we don't have skins. And we don't have nervous system. The answer? Magic~. *Does some voodoo black magic shit hand motions*

(Thew): I don't need heaters when I can always use my muscles. My muscles produce heat, so you could say I'm... HOT as hell.

I hummed in acceptance. A rimshot came out of nowhere.

(Abattoir): Verdana is a bad influence. So bad she even corrupted Thew with her... PUNNY and HUMERUS jokes. *Grins in comedy and pun*

And another rimshot came out of the void, or in the sky... I think.

(Sludge): ...*Wiggles that translates to "Like you're one to talk."*

(Abattoir): *Sigh* I know, Sludge, I know. So, what are you guys doing this weekend? *Eats a plain and bland sandwich that Abattoir made*

(Thew): I decided I'm going to become... a training instructor.

(Abattoir): *Hums* Make sense, because you're a flying muscle horse who's addicted to training and such. How about you, Sludge? What are you going to do during the weekends?