𝙎𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙥/𝙈𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙥 Oɴᴇsʜᴏᴛs

~ Chaos and Coffee ~

    Your neck had begun to hurt, much like your spine. You sat up, looking around, noticing you weren't where you were. You blinked, sighing, and rising from the stool you were sat on, looking over the vast majority of tables, all barren, with windows that gave off the pretence of the outside. It was quiet, eerily so.

Then, from behind you, you heard footsteps, heart hammering as you whip around, eyes wide in fear. There, blinking at you, was the author, the only thing changed about them being their hair, which was a brighter purple.

They crack a smile, waving and jogging over. "Hi!" He yells, clearly very happy. You wince, moving to cover your ears, and he flashes an apologetic look, smile dropping. "Sorry" he adds, then turns, looking around. "Did you do this?" You ask.

They shake their head, "I mean. I think? I might have done, or you might have, but who really knows?" They shrug, before smiling again. "I also figured out what you could call me! You don't have to, of course, but it might be easier!"

You tilt your head, quirking an eyebrow, silently asking. "Blooky! Yes, it's my online name, but it's just kind of easier, no?" You sigh, shrugging. "Sure."

Blooky turns again, yelling "follow me! I found some cool classrooms we can totally sabotage!" And running off. Either you stay here and try to find the way out, or you follow them.

You roll your eyes, yelling "wait up!" Before taking off after them (were you walking, running? Any mode of transport works, because you end up going super fast anyway).

You find him giggling as he tore the leg from a desk, lobbing it at the whiteboard and managing to get it lodged in it. He turns to you, "wanna rip anything up? Go for it! This is just the beta from some love story the author never made, so it's fine!"

You glance at the dictionaries, heading for those and tearing out some of the pages, laughing to yourself as you destroy it.

After about thirty minutes, with the classroom a total tip, Blooky turns to you again. "Wanna ditch? I'm sure there's a cafe somewhere. There has to be, every stereotypical love story has a cafe." You nod, and Blooky opens the door for you. "After you, friend!" Then, as you leave, he muttered "wait, are we friends? Do you wanna be friends?" To himself.

---

It was slightly suprising to walk out of a building and hear nothing but birds chirping, some flying in the sky.

A soft summer wind blows your hair back, making you smile at the warmth coming from the sun, carried by the wind. "Come on, we aren't gonna get to the café if you spend so long on your surroundings!" Blooky called, giggling maniacally as he got into a fancy car, opening your door for you. "Hop in!" He yelled, starting the engine, and you jumped into the passenger seat.

Blooky takes the roof down, driving off as the two of you laugh, free to do whatever.

Eventually, he parks, getting out of the car. It was then you notice there were no keys in the ignition, though you don't really care, and get out. You walk into the cafe after blooky, the warm scent of cakes and coffee hitting you, making you smile, if even a little.

Blooky had already set up a table, your favourite drink and food on your side, his consisting of tea and a slice of lemon cake. You sat down, watching them as they took a bite. They swallowed the small amount they had in their mouth, looking at you. "Yes?" They asked.

"Why did you do this again so soon?" You ask, making him choke and splutter on his tea. "Sorry-" he croaked, before composing himself once more. "Right, well. These are fun little outings, and I'm bored. Animal crossing is good, yea, but it can't contain all of attention. Nothing can." He says, while tapping his head with his finger.

Then, dropping his hand, he says "why do you keep coming back? You bored too? Lonely? You just wanna see because the title got you interested?"

You look away, though he continues to watch, knowing you'll answer him in one way or another. He takes a sip of his tea, "before you ask, yes, more chaos will come later should you wish to. If you don't, you may as well leave at the end of this cafe break."

As you think of what to say, you remember something. "Hey, where's your phone?" You look into their eyes, eyebrows raised in questioning. They shrug, "I don't take it out with me, since y'know, this isn't real?" He pauses, shaking his head. "Okay, maybe I should stop saying thinkijg about that, it's gonna make me breakdown or something."

You look around again, at the other grainwood tables and the bar bare of people. It was really weird seeing it all... Empty. No one to tell you to not go into places, or to get you arrested for stealing something (depends on what you'd want to steal, though. You wouldn't steal a chocolate bar, because you could get that everywhere).

"What's goin through your head?" Blooky asked, making you look at them. "Wha?" You reply. He snorts, "I asked what you were thinking. You looked deep in thought." You shrug, "Just weird seeing it so... Abandoned, you know?" The author hummed, nodding. "Yes, I did wonder about that, but it'd be creepier with people. So far, they only look like black blobs of ink with barely any form. You know, horror movie stuff."

You shudder at the thought, though part of you thinks it would be fun. Ah, adventures for another time. "Well, I'm bored. Let's go do something fun." Blooky says, getting up and clapping, the plates and cups vanishing. "Well, what are we waiting for?" You get up, nodding and heading for the door, opening it and waiting for the author to step through. "Oh, and this is where more chaos comes in, so maybe do something else if you don't wanna see this."

---

Arson, you found, was something Blooky enjoyed. "You know, I almost burnt my house down once." He began, as he flicked the lighter. You gave him a bewildered look, making him smirk. "It's true, I was using a stolen lighter and burning paper in a cardboard box container and sometimes the flames got so big I started to worry I'd burn something flammable. I stopped shortly after, cause I pussied out."

Then, with a harsh bark of laughter, Blooky said "In fact, I was on call to my friend while I did it, who I know reads these, so hello Finn."

The paper caught fire, blazing as Blooky gave a manic laugh, tossing it to the pile of paper near his feet. "But I figure here, who cares? This was never gonna be used anyway." You smile, picking up your gasoline tank and dumping it around, taking out a box of matches.

"Will you do the honours?" You ask, handing the box to Blooky. "Gladly." They replied, striking the match and dropping it at the beginning of the trail, setting the whole thing ablaze, golden flames roaring and licking the tree bark, catching it in their grasp and burning it to a cinder.

The author yawned, "We should be going now, I'm tired." You yawn, a wave of sleepiness washing over you when you felt like you could go for hours. "I know a shortcut." Blooky says, and beckons for you to follow, leaving the ever hungry fire to consume everything.

---

Back in your bed once more, you feel comforted, the weight of your covers light and warming, pushing you further into your mattress which flet just right on your skin.

"Goodnight, [Y.Name]. Sleep well." Blooky bid, before closing the door, blanketing you in darkness once more, to which you let your heavy eyes fall shut too, and sleep.

Outside your room, the author smiles, hoping you enjoyed the time you spent here, and hopes you'd come back soon before shuffling off to their bedroom.

They had a fanfic to finish.