Grim: Do NOT ask! I just got this idea after a movie... which is close to being my favorite.
Broken: That's shocking.
Grim: You know it was awesome!
Broken: Yeah. It was. Whatever, enjoy!
Grim: There will be something at the end for you guys!
Azrael was never a normal boy. Being dead, very powerful, and not talking much made people stay away from him. He sighed, putting his head down.
Azrael was a snow white polar bear with a blue nose. His eyes, which were rarely seen, were fully red. Faint blood stains trailed from his eyes, down to his chin, as though he had cried blood long ago. He wore a gray hoodie with the hood up at all times, blue jeans, and black sneakers. On long adventures he would usually wear his black combat boots, claiming he always wanted to make sure his kicks would hurt extra if he got into a fight.
Other than his looks, Azrael was kind of a softy. He was kind towards children, and helped anyone in need. He usually protected the ones he considered friends, and never allowed anything to harm them. He did, of course, put himself in risk most of time, but always said someone's soul was greater than his, for he had already lived his life, and failed to protect himself.
The polar bear leaned against a building, finding himself pulling out a pack of cigarettes he had gotten from his friend. The other male never visited Happy Tree Town though, claiming he didn't understand the town. He smacked the box a few times, before opening the lid, and taking one out. He stuffed the box back into his pocket, and pulled out a lighter. Just as his lit his cigarette, someone stopped him.
"AZRAEL!" Grim's harsh voice came, making the boy snap his head towards the girl. Grim was hakka with black eyes, and red slits in them acting as pupils, and black around her eyes. She had jet black hair that reached the middle of her back, and faint scars in the corner of her mouth. She wore a blood red hoodie, black jeans, and black combat boots. Around her neck was a circle with an X in the middle of it. She always went crazy if someone touched it.
"What did I tell you about smoking?" she hissed, grabbing the cigarette out of his paw, and dropping it to the ground, putting it out with her boot. A sigh escaped the polar bear's lips, and he rolled his eyes.
"It's not good for me, and I have to stop." he muttered.
"Then why are you still doin it?!" she nearly screamed, reaching into his hoodie pocket, and pulling out the box of cigarettes. Azrael quietly gasped, trying to grab the box, but it was no use. Grim held them away from him.
"No," she growled, pushing him away. "I'm not giving these to you. You don't need them."
"But they're hard to get!" he whined, trying his hardest to grab the red and white box out of the hakka's paw, who only held it further away from him.
"I know. That's why I'm gonna tell Masky to stop giving them to you!" she replied, taking the cigarettes, and dumping them in a nearby lake. Azrael's face fell, as he put his head down. Grim patted his shoulder.
"You'll be fine," she told him, a smile on her face. "That stuff kills ya anyways."
"I'm already dead!" he snapped, slapping her hand away. Grim, easy to anger, grabbed the boy's wrist. He looked at her with almost fear.
"Look," she growled, her grip getting tighter. "I don't care who you are. I know you're stronger than me, but I'll go down fighting, and trust me, you'll get scars you'll never forget, got it!"
"Yes, ma'am." he replied. Grim smiled, releasing his wrist. It was true. Azrael was much stronger than the once strongest tree friend in Happy Tree Town, yet he didn't like hurting her. She acted like his sister or mother sometimes, trying to protect him from everyone.
The hakka soon left, and Azrael sighed. Should I go see Masky and tell him? Azrael wondered, looking towards the woods. No. He'd get mad, yell at Grim, then they would fight. I can't have them kill each other over something so stupid. I'll just tell him I finished it tonight! No harm done to anyone. Now... where should I sleep ton-
"Azrael?" a voice called out. The polar bear looked over to see a black cat walking towards him, exiting the woods.
"Oh, hey, Jack." Azrael greeted, smiling at the other male. Jack was a black cat wearing a dark blue mask, black hoodie, dark blue jeans, and black sneakers. The cat, however, didn't have eyes, only black liquid dripping from the empty sockets. Surprisingly, he could still see.
"What are you doing up so late?" he asked, tilting his head a bit. "I didn't expect to see you out."
"I can't sleep tonight." he replied, crossing his arms.
"Really? Grim isn't rubbing off of ya, is she?" he chuckled. Azrael smiled, thinking of the hakka.
"No. I just got a lot on my mind." he confessed. Jack nodded, understanding. Waving goodbye, the cat walked off, disappearing into the night. Azrael stood there, not knowing where to go. He never really got a home in Happy Tree Town, never expecting to stay so long. The more he thought about it, the more he wondered if he should've asked Handy to build him a house.
Giving a small sigh, the polar bear laid down in a tree, looking at the stars as he drifted off to sleep.
Meanwhile...
Footsteps were heard as a vole jumped over a fallen tree. The sound of flapping wings followed closely, along with a screech from an owl. The vole screamed, tripping over a rock. She slowly sat up, tears in her eyes. Just as the sharp talons were about to rip her apart, a flash of gray and white was seen, as the owl was knocked to the side, little bits of blood splattering on the girl's face. She looked at the animal with horror in her eyes. The polar bear looked at her, blood covering his body and clothes.
"Run!" he yelled. She got up with shaky legs, and ran off, her eyes stinging with hot tears.
Reality
Tailwhip opened her eyes, the birds singing. She smiled, stretching. Getting out of bed, she walked over to her window, opened it up, and smiled at Happy Tree Town. Tailwhip was a vole with hot pink eyes, and wearing a bird necklace. Soon, a robin landed on windowsill.
"Hey there!" she greeted, gently patting its head. The bird chirped happily, closing its eyes.
"Morning, Tailwhip!" a small voice came, making both animals jump. The robin flew up, hitting the window, and making it crash down. The bird's body was crushed, blood splattering on the vole's fur and necklace. She screamed in shock, stumbling backwards. Her body shook as she watched the extra blood drip from the windowsill. She then turned to face the small, black bear in front of her.
"Savannah! Look what you did!" Tailwhip cried, pointing to the bloody windowsill. The black bear shrugged.
"Eh, the bird had it comin. Tryin to talk to you." he muttered.
"Why are you so protective of me?" she asked.
"Because you were the one who saved me after my parents were killing by that thing." he reminded her.
"I'm sure she had a good reason!"
"We were picking blueberries, and she killed them out of nowhere!"
Sighing, Tailwhip picked up Savannah, cradling him in her arms. She then put the cub down, and watched as he left her room. She then grabbed some paper towels she kept in her closet, and walked over to the windowsill. As she took a step, she let out a shriek of pain, a shard of glass slicing into her foot. She lost her balance, and fell onto the floor, more glass sticking into her body. Savannah was downstairs sadly, sleeping peacefully, blocking out the rest of the world. Tailwhip tried to crawl towards the phone, only to have the glass rip into her body more. She started to cry, wishing the pain would end.
In a matter of a few seconds, a small thud was heard. Tailwhip opened her eyes, only to see a certain polar bear standing there, looking down at her. He slowly picked her up, wiped away her tears, and got rid of any glass that was embedded in her body. He then walked over to the window, ready to leave.
"Azrael?" she called after him. The tree friend looked at her, putting a finger over his lips, telling her to be silent.
"You will be fine," he started calmly. "I'll tell Naught about you, and soon, you'll be all patched up."
"Thank you." she whispered. He jumped out the window, quickly making his way down the street.
After a few minutes, a cat with a blue pelt, and white belly, paws, tail tip, and tip of her ears walked in. She had teal eyes, and three scars over her left eye that seemed as though something had clawed her.
"Hello, Tailwhip." she started softly, a smile on her face.
"Hi, Bluepelt!" the girl replied happily, smiling back at the cat.
"I'm just gonna put some herbs on your wounds, then I'll give you some po-"
"INTRUDER!" Savannah shouted, barging through the door, and biting at Bluepelt's leg. The cat screamed in pain, trying to get the bear off of her.
"Savannah! St-" Tailwhip's cry was soon cut short as one of Bluepelt's small knives cut her vocal cords. Her eyes went wide, as she tried to cover the wound with her paws. Bluepelt finally got Savannah off of her, making the bear fly onto Tailwhip, his claw stabbing the vole in the heart. The girl's eyes rolled back in her head, as all went black.
Broken: Where did that come from?
Grim: I have no idea.
Broken: Whatever. Here's the form for OCs! That's right! We're accepting OCs!
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Grim: Added the last part in for fun.
Broken: Why?
Grim: Because it would be nice to know their background!
Broken: Whatever. Also, Jack, or Eyeless Jack, belongs to MrCreepyPasta! Just wanted to add that in. Bye!
Grim: Peace!