AvA/AvM stuff 🍗 || Requests Open!!

Before the Fight

(requested by: Fanzficton :D)

~

Red POV:

- November 2011

I jump from one sidewalk square to another, avoiding every crack like my life depends on it. My mind remains absent as I look around at my surrounding, enjoying the feel of the sun on my skin. My ears remain perked up and my tail flicks a bit back and forth for balance in my movement. 

I'm paying so little attention that I soon bump into someone walking. I lose my balance and almost trip over my own feet, using my tail to partially help steady myself. The person spins around, causing me to fully loose balance and fall over backwards on the pavement, leaving scrapes on my arms. "Watch it," the person snarls at me. I take a moment to observe the person that sort of knocked me over: A tall, bright red stick with hair pulled back in a high ponytail and pitch-black eyes with red splotches in the center. They wear black boots with red accents that go almost to their knees and a black jacket, again with red accents. Maroon jeans and earrings. This guy obviously had a color scheme going.

The other person isn't nearly as interesting. Their clothes have too many zippers. 

The zipper person gives the red-and-black-color-scheme person a sharp jab in the ribs, hissing some unintelligible words. I sit there on the pavement, watching. This is mildly entertaining. Color Scheme mumbles something and holds their hand out to help me up. I get up on my own, which causes them to roll their eyes at someone, either me or Zippers. Once I'm up, I sort of force Color Scheme into a handshake. They give my hand one strong shake and introduce themself. "Dark, he/they/it." I give Dark's hand a few more shakes and return an introduction. "I'm Red!" Dark nods at this. 

"Oh, that motherfucker over there is Chosen," he says, pointing at the person with tons of zippers. Chosen waves at me. It seems he's used to being introduced this way.

"Welp, nice meeting ya, I guess," Dark says, turning around. "Let's go." The second message is directed at Chosen.

I decide I have nothing better to do, so I sneak around, following them. After about 20 minutes of walking, I realize two things. The first is that I underestimated these two people's stamina, and the second is that they live in a random shack in the woods. I shrug. Can't judge.

I sneak in through the back door as they come into the front. Not to brag, but I'm so stealthy they don't even notice me for a whole five minutes. I take a moment to consider it might just be because these two are unobservant morons. I go with the me being stealthy option because they seem fairly observant usually. 

"Uh, did you invite this little shit?" Dark asks once he notices me. Chosen shakes his head. He makes weird hand motions at Dark, who nods in response. Chosen then approaches me, which I back up from a bit, and makes more hand motions at me. I give him a confused look.

"He asked why you're here," Dark says. "He uh.. doesn't talk."

"Why?"

"Because he's an idiot."

Chosen glares at Dark.

"Okay, okay, it's because his vocal cords are defective or something," Dark corrects himself. Chosen rolls his eyes. 

Dark and I pretty easily become close. He and Chosen do some cool stuff. They also swear me to secrecy about things. (To this day, none of those secret things have been revealed!)

We hang out at his shack in the woods most of the times, but sometimes we go out into different cites. We always forget to pay for things.