Well looky here. A story from 'ol me. Well, most of you probably don't know me. Oh well. Yes, this is a Mario-verse story, but it is Oc based. Don't be afraid to have a read though. Well, unless you're not a fan of strong language and such. Anyway, enjoy.
Ayden: Tch. Enjoy she says. Yeah, enjoy learning about how my life sucks.
Me: Hush you! You're life doesn't COMPLETELY suck.
Chapter 1: Wondering Mind
A light breeze toyed with the air as the last light of day was being drained from the sky, the sun taking it's leave beyond the horizon's edge. Dark clouds were beginning to gather overhead, creating a dreary feel to the atmosphere as it cast the darkening town into deeper shadows.
A light snow had begun to flitter down from the ominous clouds and had a thin layer of the white specks covering the ground in moments. The once light breeze heightened to a chill wind and frightened anyone who had thought of taking an evening walk back into their homes.
A few young toad children were sprinting down the side of the road. Their laughter cut through the silently howling wind and filled the quieting town, breaking the silence some sought to find.
The children were probably on their way home. The day had been sunny and peaceful, a bit chill but nothing you shouldn't expect from the winter seasons. Their small feet kicked up snow, leaving footprints as they hurried along. They seemed in complete bliss and completely unaware of the red eyes watching them from a top a nearby awning.
The green clad boy knew the children's tracks would be covered soon. The snow was beginning to flit down in larger quantities and harder then it had when it had first started raining down. He would know. He'd been lying there for some time.
There was a thin layer of snow covering him but he hardly seemed to care. Cold wasn't something that he worried about anymore. Not that he ever had, really. And it wasn't due to the fact he almost appeared dressed for the cold weather. A forest green, baggy hoodie covered his upper-body and followed up by dark blue jeans and a pair of dark gray fingerless gloves on his hands.
From his position, he looked almost unconscious. Some might even take him for it if not for the fact that his eyes followed every movement they perceived. His normal sized, yet pointed at the tip, ears picked up sounds a normal being wouldn't. He could hear the crying cracks of the ice breaking over a river some ways away. He could hear machinery grinding and groaning off in a factory hidden somewhere in one of the surrounding forests. These were the noises he was trying to focus on. He hated his current location. This town. It was NOT a place he could stand to be in anymore. Too many memories. Painful memories...
The eighteen year old grumbled something to himself. His voice held an Italian accent which grew more noticeable when he was angered.
Fidgeting, a few flakes of snow fluttered down onto his nose. He snorted, his nose wrinkling up at the tickle feel of the flakes on his face and he shook his head, causing even more of the snow to come tumbling down from his short-cut, yet shaggy and unkempt, brown hair. Not that he cared much about how his hair looked. Long as it was clean he was fine. He had a hat to cover his head but was currently using it to cushion his chin that was resting on the bar of the awning. The hat was dark green, much like his jacket's color, and was nothing more than a baseball cap.
He scowled, hearing an over-animated laugh sound from nearby and turned his head every so slightly. There were two toads, male and female. For toads, they probably weren't too much older than the red-eyed boy. Their height's didn't exactly give that away...
From their current stance, one might think the male toad was assaulting the girl or something. However, judging by the shy smile on the girls face and the sly look the boy possessed, the awning dweller groaned quietly in disgust before turning his head away, not wanting to watch the scene that was bound to unfold.
"You keep scowling at everything and your face is going to stick that way, Ayden" a teasing voice spoke from behind. The one named Ayden proceeded to roll his eyes, glancing back for a quick second before turning his attention away again.
An apparition of a similar looking boy was seated on the other side of the awning, one of his legs dangling over the side and swaying back and forth but not with the wind. It wasn't currently possible for the wind to touch him. Even his short-cut hair, the color matching the other boys but held a neater appearance, wasn't affected by the chill breeze.
A ghost? Yes. One garbed in a red shirt and had a dark gray jacket slung around his shoulders loosely with complimentary black pants to match. Although they didn't much suit his pale complexion.
His current expression looked almost amused. Although it was hard to tell. He held a small smile but his eyes were the throw off. That is, if they could be called eyes anymore. They looked more like two holes in his face with completely red, pupil-less irises that looked more like the brake lights of a car in a dark tunnel.
Turning his gaze to Ayden, the ghost, known as Chase, released a breath. It wasn't uncommon to see his brother in such a state. Yes, brothers. Twins to be exact. The older being the deceased. But these two were far from normal beings. Their origin? A cloning machine built by a girl known for her insane actions. She even went by the ridiculous name of Fuzzle.
However, being clones wasn't the main reason for the two boy's differences. Their humanity was cut short when their creator had decided to genetically alter them. Which, in all reality, defaces the purpose of a cloning machine but Fuzzle would never admit to that. As for their defaults, both boys still held the general looks of the original people they were cloned from, but the demonic, yes, demonic, genetics their creator had fused to them had altered them in ways even she hadn't quite expected.
Their faces, for starters. They were expected to have slightly larger noses than your average being but instead they came out normal sized. Then their eyes, they had two sets of colors that they could change willingly. One set being the haunting red while the others were bright blue. This erratic disfunction was brought upon by the demonic genes their creator had inserted into their DNA. Then their ears. They had sprouted pointed tips but weren't overly long like elf ears.
Then came the rest of their bodies. It didn't seem their skin tanned well. No matter how long either boy was in the sun they could never get much darker than a pale peachy color. Then it appeared as though they were growing taller than the ones they were cloned from. Already Ayden was reaching a height of around six feet, eight inches tall while Chase was only around six foot, two inches. Fuzzle had assumed it was due to a mutated gene.
All the same, both had a defined appearance. Ayden had a taller, sleek look to him with a slightly longer face than his brother. He was almost scrawny. But that could mainly be due to the fact that he wore shirts that were a bit too big for his body. But even with his almost "helpless" look, the boy had strength to back up anything he did. His physic contradicted his abilities. He was agile, and often considered the strongest among his "kind" with inhuman senses to match.
For Chase, the boy had a bit more fill to him but wasn't near as tall and had a rounder face. He also carried the trait of inhuman senses like his brother, but he didn't have near as much strength. However, he was dangerous enough. Or at least he use to be. It was difficult for him to do much anymore other than frighten the occasional toad.
But these weren't their only qualities. They had other demonic faults about them, some more deadly than others.
"Are you just going to lie there all night...?" Chase asked, his tone portraying a more annoyed sense but held concern for his brother's well being. But when the younger boy didn't respond, the ghost narrowed his eyes. "Don't pretend you didn't hear me" he growled, his voice literally coming out with a feral sound you often could hear a dog give. Again, Ayden appeared to be ignoring him. "If I could kick you right now I would" Chase threatened but the younger boy continued to remain quiet, his only movement being his steady breathing.
"Say something!" the older boy hissed, his voice louder than necessary. If not for the fact that no one aside from Ayden and Fuzzle could hear the ghost he probably would of attracted the attention of the toad couple still "conversing" nearby.
"... Something..." Ayden muttered, growing somewhat annoyed with his brother's demands and decided to make a smart-ass comment. "... Not exactly what I meant..." Chase muttered, crossing his arms, "can we go now? I'm tired of watching you get covered in snow."
"I never asked you to stay Chase..." Ayden argued but refused to raise his voice. "Yes. But I'm not about to let you get buried alive in snow, let alone freeze to death" the older brother argued. "You know that's unlikely to happen. Besides, I'm well enough. You don't have to make sure I'm safe" Ayden shot back. "I'm the older brother. It's my job" Chase teased before his expression turned serious, "now get your butt up before I make you."
A growl passed through Ayden's lip as they pulled back over his teeth which elongated into pointed fangs for a moment before shrinking back to normal size. It was useless really. Although his brother couldn't physically harm him, the ghost did have a knack for temporarily taking over a person's body.
Slowly, the younger boy pushed himself to his knees, the snow on his back sliding off. He gave his head another shake, the white specks fluttering from his hair. He released his breath, the foggy vapor, due to his warm breath, clouding in front of his mouth.
Snatching up his cap, he placed it back on his head, turning it so the back of the cap was resting on the front of his head. "Happy?" he asked, standing. "I suppose..." Chase replied, having already stood.
Ayden scoffed and took a few steps along the awning. A smirk looked as though it was trying to pull onto his mouth. Chase cocked an eyebrow, watching his brother's actions before lifting his head slightly as the younger boy leapt off the awning.
Landing with a louder 'thud' than necessary, the two toads pulled away from each other, the girl letting out a startled shriek. Ayden repressed a snicker as they both turned their attention to him, their eyes widening in fright.
"You know. /No one/ wants to see that. Or HEAR it for that matter" he informed, snorting in disgust before stalking off down the street, barely noticing his brother who was following just behind.
Chase shook his head as Ayden slumped back into a depressing stance. "Are you going to stop sulking anytime soon?" he asked. His eyes perked up as Ayden whipped his head around, his red eyes appearing to have a glowing red rim around them, and gave his brother a cold glare.
"I am NOT sulking" he spat and turned back around and pulled the hood of his hoodie over his head, being careful not to knock his cap off.
"... That's what you say every time..." Chase muttered to himself, keeping his voice low enough and prayed his brother wasn't listening. However, luck wasn't quite on his side as he heard his brother snarl at his words but didn't do much else other than shove his hands into his hoodie pocket.
"But seriously, Ayden. It's only recently that you've started acting up this bad again. You're either scowling at everything or else 'playing dead' by living in your own thoughts" Chase persisted, crossing his arms as he hovered up beside his brother. "It's none of your business..." Ayden muttered in reply as he stared at the ground and managed to keep a blank expression. "Apparently nothing on your mind is my business anymore" the older boy muttered.
It use to be they both would share their thoughts with one another. They could only confide in each other as Fuzzle was far from reliable.
"Exactly. So why don't you stop asking?" Ayden suggested, his tone annoyed. "I would if you wouldn't sulk every day" Chase stated and received another glare. "For the last time. I don't sulk! I just... Don't talk when I'm thinking about something..." Ayden argued, tilting his face away, showing he wasn't interested in continuing the conversation.
Chase sighed and looked up at a building. Annoying mushroom shaped buildings... he thought to himself, shaking his head you think they would have come up with a better design regardless of who lives in them. Not all the buildings were shaped as he said but he still didn't like them all the same. He didn't much like the town in general.
"... Besides. I know you know what I think about..." Ayden suddenly muttered and Chase looked back at him, "you're just waiting for me to tell you myself and that's why you always ask and never say anything regarding it." The older brother clenched his teeth. He couldn't lie. He did know, but due to the fact his brother was extremely obsessive about keeping things private, he never spoke of it. Not to mention Ayden always went into silent lapses whenever the thought was brought up by others. Well, either that or he'd start shouting. Sometimes in other languages.
"Sorry, bro..." Chase muttered, looking down. "It's fine," Ayden muttered, "I just wish you'd stop asking." "I'm not exactly prone to sitting in silence for excessive amounts of time unlike someone I know" the older brother stated and Ayden rolled his eyes. "You should try it some time..." he stated, causing Chase to grin as he shook his head.
"Boring... Boring... Boring... ... Even more boring... Guh!"
The annoyed girl dropped her head back against the couch back, her short brown hair fanning on as she did so.
"I'm stuck staying at this hotel... There's nothing on TV... And the boys aren't here to talk to. ... Lovely..." she groaned.
Even with heavy eyes the girl refused to go to bed. She was garbed in her pajamas, consisting of a white tee shirt and blue pajama pant bottoms that had black musical notes printed into them.
Releasing her breath, she slouched down in her seat before flipping through the channels again. With her free hand, she was fiddling with the golden star that was attached to the silver chain around her neck.
"Why is there never anything on Saturdays?" she questioned, narrowing her dark green eyes as she lifted a hand to brush a bang out of her face as it tickled her cheek.
"Because TV sucks and rots your brain..." a voice replied, causing the girl to jump as she let out a yelp, fumbling with the remote in her hands.
Laughter erupted and the girl glared as she overcome her initial shock. "Chase! That wasn't funny!" she hissed and the spirit took form beside her on the couch. He was leaning back, his arms crossed behind his head and his lips were pulled into an amused smirk.
"Freaking you out is always funny, Fuzzle" he argued. "Right..." the girl muttered, rolling her eyes, "and gone back to calling me Fuzzle, I see?" "Eh, I just can't get use to calling you by your real name. Been calling you Fuzzle for far too long" Chase replied, shrugging his shoulders.
"Well, anyway, where's your brother at?" she asked, looking back to the TV as she began to flip through the channels again. "Eh, right when we got back to the hotel he wondered off somewhere when I had my back turned" Chase replied, letting out a sigh. He hated it when Ayden did such. After all, he'd done similar the same day Chase had been killed...
"Sulking again, is he?" Fuzzle asked, grinning a teasing smile as she realized she'd broken the ghost's thoughts when he jerked his head up a bit. "It's not sulking, remember?" Chase replied in a mocking voice, causing her to laugh.
"... Aren't you suppose to be working on a way to fix his sleeping problem?" he suddenly asked, cocking an eyebrow and received a glare from the girl. "Excuse me for needing a break," she hissed, "I have a major headache and you know what could happen if I try working when I have a headache."
Chase snorted, rolling his eyes, "There's a little thing called 'pain killer', Fuzzle." "I know that!" she hissed, "I took two pills ten minutes ago. I'm waiting for them to work. ... But I'm still on my break after it goes away." " ... I really hope you don't procrastinate like this when it comes to school work..." Chase muttered. "Don't drag school into this conversation..." Fuzzle muttered before smiling as she stopped on a channel, "finally. A good movie."
"Bah! I hate this movie" Chase growled and Fuzzle slowly turned her head, casting him an annoyed look and he cocked an eyebrow at her.
"I thought you were the one that said TV rots your brain...?" Fuzzle questioned, grinning at him. "Yes... But even I get bored..." the ghost replied, rolling his eyes. "Right..." she muttered skeptically, "well then you'll just have to deal with this movie because not only am I not changing it, there's nothing else on."
Chase let out a groan, obviously annoyed. "If you hate it so much why don't you go find your brother. By the way, have you figured out why he's been sulking lately?" she asked, acting oblivious about the whole thing. Chase knew she knew... She was just and... Off sort of character.
"No..." Chase replied, lying as he always did. "Right..." Fuzzle muttered, cocking an eyebrow at him, "then why not go bug him more?" "I think I've done enough of that tonight," Chase replied, "besides. I figured you'd of gotten bored by now." "How could I be bored when I have television to complain about?" she asked, motioning towards the picture box, "besides. If people see me talking to nothing they might think I'm weird."
Chase gave her an odd look. "And creating demonic clones isn't weird?" he asked. "Nope. Not at all..." she replied, smiling a wide, teasing smile and Chase sighed, shaking his head.
"Hey, look at it this way," she added, "if I wasn't 'weird' then you might not be alive."
Chase narrowed his eyes at her while she slowly turned her head away and muttered, "That... came out wrong..." "Tch! You think...?" Chase stated, slouching in his seat, annoyed, and crossed his arms. "Gees... You and Ayden hold grudges better than I do sometimes..." Fuzzle muttered and Chase rolled his eyes. "You roll your eyes too much too..." she stated, noticing his actions. "And you talk too much but you don't hear me complaining..." the spirit shot back, his mouth pulling into a tight line.
Fuzzle sighed, "Why do I even bother? Talking to either of you is like talking to a mule. Stubborn." Chase narrowed his eyes at her before averting them back to towards the TV.
He hadn't wanted desert his brother as he did, but he'd wanted to be alone. With a sigh, Ayden rested his elbows on his knees as he stared out at the town. He had a pretty wide range of view from his perch, sitting on the roof of one of the tallest buildings. Even in the dark night he could pick out tiny details to focus on, the red glowing rim around his eyes somehow allowing him to see in the dark atmosphere better than a normal being.
Of all places she could have picked... Why'd it have to be here? He wondered, looking down at the street below.
About a week ago, Ayden finally found it suiting to complain to his creator about his whole sleeping problem. His sleeping problem being that he couldn't sleep normally. He couldn't just lie down when he felt tired and close off his mind to the world. Not only that, but due to the fact he no longer lived with his nut-case of a creator, and the fact that she refused to go any farther than the town they were currently in, he had to travel from his own home to meet up with the girl.
It would be though, that it would end up being /this/ town she refused to go farther than. He dreaded it so. It's why he'd moved away those few years ago. Moved to a place at the border between the Mushroom Kingdom and Sarasaland. It had been as far as he'd been willing to go without being too close to the town. He supposed he could of gone farther if he'd headed more towards Dark Land... But Dark Land held Bowser's home and he wasn't about to get any close to the slim-bucket of a koopa any more than he had to.
If she doesn't find a solution in another week... I'm out of here... he thought to himself. A week. A week could hold many surprises he knew, but if there was the chance she could fix his sleeping problem, he'd be willing enough to stick it out.
He sighed. At least his brother was there as well. Chase often followed him around, for reasons really unknown to Ayden himself. Chase had explained the whole, 'escaping from Hell' thing to him. He had said it wasn't exactly the best of places to be. He also said due to the fact he'd escaped, Chase was hunted down, on occasions, by other spirits and demons. He always found a way to allude them though, always returning to his brother. Ayden had once asked him why he bothered hanging around him. The only reply he ever got was that Chase felt the need to look after him. Of course, whenever he got that answer, Ayden would bring up Chase's whole death and claim it as his fault. Chase knew it wasn't true and would always tell him otherwise. But, being the stubborn clone he is, Ayden would always get into some argument about it, said argument either ending in Chase claiming he needs to go check on something relating to the demons following him or Ayden storming off. It wasn't a too often discussed topic but it was never a good sign when it was brought up.
Ayden released his breath, sitting up straight and leaned back, using his forearms for support as he stared up at the sky. It had stopped snowing now, not much of a storm, and the clouds were clearing. The moon was out, a full one at that. Stars were shining as well as not too many bright lights radiated from the town.
When it came to the time of day, Ayden much preferred the night. Cooler, calmer, and less people to shout at him randomly. Walking around during the daylight hours without trying to conceal his identity from the people around him wasn't something he could do anymore.
A sudden sound caught from the street below caught Ayden's ears. He rolled his eyes, recognized the sound as laughter. Not bothering to see what was up, he assumed it was either some kids running around in the snow or a teen couple heading to who knows where to do who knows what. Who knows, maybe it was the same two toads he'd "disturbed" earlier. He frowned at the thought before releasing his breath, watching the cloudy vapor rise into the air.
Getting to his feet, he arched his arms over his head, pushing himself onto the tips of his feet as he stretched.
"Might as well go see if the idiot has come up with anything yet..." he muttered to himself before stepping closer to the roof edge.
Clenching is teeth and letting out light groan from pain, two large, demonic-like wings sprouted out of the unnoticeable slits in the back of his shirts. The black membrane unfolded from his skin and the wings stretched out to his sides.
He sighed as the pain died down and ignored it as he felt a bit of blood run down his back from where the wings connected to the body.
He looked to his right wing. It had almost fully healed after being damaged not long ago. There were still a few larger tears in the membrane of the wing but none that would cause any flight problems.
Looking foreword again, Ayden dove off the side of the building and after a short drop, spread the wings, letting air catch under them and rode an updraft up and over the next building.
Gently beating the wings, he gained more altitude and hovered in the air for a moment, taking a look over as much of the town as he could. For once, there didn't appear to be some kind of commotion somewhere. Normally there'd be some kind of party going on at one of the few bars... Or at least at the ones he hadn't burned down. The only reason he'd ever done so was due to the fact he couldn't stand the smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke.
He scowled at the thought, remembering how the scent of the rancid materials had irritated his sinuses and had even caused a few nose bleeds in his lifetime. Shaking his head, he headed off, staying high above the roof tops and didn't seem to care if anyone saw him or not.
After passing over a still busy restaurant, Ayden's eyes perked up for a moment as he felt his right wing falter. "Damn..." he muttered at a bit of pain but quickly tried to ignore it. "Maybe that's another thing I should get her to fix..." he stated, looking down at the buildings as he passed over head, "oh well. Now... where's that hotel?"
"What kind of place doesn't have-? Urg!" the girl complained, drumming her fingers angrily against the counter she stood in front of. "Sorry miss, but we just don't serve-" the toad working the counter started to explain. "Yeah, yeah. Heard it all before..." she muttered, before turning to leave. "Uh... Come again...?" the toad called, a bit confused. "Not on you life..." she muttered, pushing the door open with an annoyed expression on her face.
Fuzzle narrowed her eyes as the gleam from the sun overhead reflected off the snow. "First I don't get what I wanted to drink... Now this?" she hissed, letting out a groan. Although she supposed she couldn't expect much else. It wasn't uncommon for the sun to be shining on a cloudless day, even in the winter months.
"Complaining again...?" Chase asked from nearby, looking back at her. "I'll complain if I want too..." Fuzzle muttered before heading off down the street to seek out another way to get what she wanted. Chase rolled his eyes and followed.
"So, where'd Ayden wonder off to this time?" she asked once he'd caught up. "Like I'd know... I hadn't realized he even liked going anywhere during the day..." Chase replied, looking at a nearby building. "Eh, I'm sure it was early when he left... As long as it's early in the morning or night time he'll be out..." she stated, cracking her neck, "I'll never understand why he has such a need to be alone though. You'd think after... Everything... He'd want someone to be around to talk to..." "Ah, it's just how he is. A recluse..." the ghost stated, grinning. "That's certainly not how he acted when he was younger..." Fuzzle stated, cocking an eyebrow at the clone. "I find it obvious why that is..." Chase stated, rolling his eyes. "True..." she said, frowning at the thought.
"Ah, well. Maybe we should-" Fuzzle started to suggest but her eye quickly averted down a nearby street, "look! A street fair!" Before Chase could even comment, the girl had taken off running. The clone stared after her for a moment, looking dumbfounded.
"No matter how hard I try, I'll never understand that one..." he muttered, letting out a sigh as he shook his head. "Not to mention her attention span seems worse than a squirrels..." he complained, slowly following after his creator.
Once he'd finally caught up, Fuzzle had stopped and was looking around. Apparently she seeking out something. As for what, he didn't know.
"What are you looking for now?" he asked, not caring that if she said anything to him people might look at her funny. "I'm looking for... there!" she said quite loudly before taking off again.
The clone watched her go but once he caught sight of exactly what "it" was, he groaned a slapped a palm to his forehead and waiting like that until she returned.
"You have /got/ to be kidding me...?" he muttered as the girl walked back up to him carrying a bowl of Dippin' Dots. "Nope..." Fuzzle muttered through a mouthful of the ice cream, smiling. "Really? Ice cream in the winter?" he asked and she only grinned stupidly at him. To her, it didn't seem like much of an issue that she was downing frozen treats in the middle of a cold winters day.
"Why can't you do anything productive? Like, actually working on the solution to my brother's sleeping problem...?" Chase suggested, crossing his arms. "I'm on break..." she replied before heading off to explore the rest of the street fair.
"Seems you're always on break lately..." Chase muttered before following after her, annoyed. Actually walking for once, the spirit took his time as he glanced around.
He hadn't expected to see a street fair during their stay at the town, especially during winter. Even though he knew there were occasionally winter events, they were normally held inside the recreation center near the center of town. But an outside fair? Seriously? Maybe the toads had finally lost it... But there were plenty of booths and stands around to entertain people. Maybe this was their way of collecting more coins during the colder seasons. Fuzzle proved that. She was bound to spend her "free time" at the fair often now that she knew it was there.
"What the heck are you doing at a place like this?" someone asked and Chase jumped, whipping around. His brother was standing behind him, hood pulled over his head but his eyes glowed from under the hood.
"Fuzzle..." the spirit replied and Ayden rolled his eyes. "Where is the idiot anyway?" he asked.
Right on cue, the hyper girl ran up, no longer carrying a bowl of ice cream but rather a stuffed animal of sorts. Chase's brow creased in frustration, wanting to know how in God's name she got around so fast.
"Hey Sulky McSulkerson! Look what I won!" Fuzzle exclaimed proudly, holding the stuffed animal up to Ayden and he pulled back a bit, glaring at her.
"Don't call me that..." he muttered, gently pushing the stuffed object from his face. Fuzzle didn't seem to mind his grumpy behavior. She was far too busy looking for another game she could win at.
"Heh, never expected you to show up here" she stated, looking over at Ayden for a second before returning to her search. "Wasn't going to 'till I saw Chase down here," the younger clone replied, "but now that I know you're here, shouldn't you be working?" "I'm on break" Fuzzle replied. "Is this the same break you were on when I showed up last night?" Ayden asked, crossing his arm as he looked around and glared at seemingly nothing. "... Yes..." she replied and Ayden narrowed his eyes at her, baring his teeth as he let out a growl. "Calm down, Mr. Happy," she stated, rolling her eyes, "I swear, I'll get back to work on it tonight." "You'd better..." Ayden hissed, before turning and heading off down the street, glaring at nothing.
"Gees... Such a grouch..." Fuzzle muttered as Chase walked back over after stealing a drink from a nearby stand. The stand owner was still looking around confused as the drink he'd had set out had just suddenly disappeared right before his eyes. Fuzzle blinked, Since when does a ghost need refreshments? Oh well, whatever... "... You didn't get me one?" she asked and Chase rolled his eyes.
"You should of expected him to yell at you. He did ask you to fix his problem and he really wants it to get done..." Chase stated, returning to the original subject. "I know I know, but still. He doesn't have to be such a stick-in-the-mud about it" she said, glancing at the older clone. "Yeah, well, that's just how he is..." the clone said before taking another drink. "Yeah... He needs a girlfriend..." Fuzzle stated. She thought Chase might have grinned at the comment but instead he frowned. "You're lucky he wasn't around to hear that..." he muttered. Fuzzle sighed, "Yeah... I know..."
Kicking a bit of snow up, Ayden had his head low as he walked slowly down a mostly empty street. It was cleared due to many people stalking around the fair. However, he still kept his hood up but was frowning deeply at the ground.
That was the same street... he thought to himself, closing his eyes for a moment as he wrapped his arms around himself. He shuddered, but not from the cold.
Looking back up, he hissed loudly as the sun reached his face and he tilted his head back down. "Stupid sensitivity..." he complained, opening his eyes slightly. At times Ayden wished he didn't have his sensitive senses. He wished he'd been created a normal clone. Yet, he was glad for his demon powers and bad attitude all the same. It made him different from his counterpart. Even so, he knew, even if it didn't seem that way, the whole fact was why he'd lost a lot in his life.
With a sigh, the clone looked up at a nearby awning. Bending his legs, he sprang off the ground and managed to reach the awning. Gripping the side, he pulled himself up onto it.
Not caring about the snow, he lied down, head resting on his arms. He closed his eyes, even though he knew he wouldn't sleep. However, he also knew that he'd have a better chance of being left alone if he appeared to be asleep. He knew if Fuzzle or Chase came by they'd know, but they also knew better than to get on his nerves so he hoped they'd leave him alone for the day, or at least part of the day.
Nuzzling his face into the sleeves of his hoodie, he drifted into his own thoughts. Trying to block out the sound of the street fair that reached his ears from the distance.