Broken: We can't sleep, and this was surprisingly planned.
Grim: HOLY CRAP! *hugs Rev back* I'VE MISSED YOU TOO!
Azrael: These the people you spoke about once?
Broken: *nods*
Risky: Yay! New friends!
Broken: *looks at Grim* Grim... don't kill Rev.
Grim: *let's go of him* He'd just be a little cold...
Azrael: Well, it looks like we're going by the list on the profile. You're all also going to find out secrets about the four of us. So, here's Risky!
Risky: But... they know I'm here! You don't have to tell them, Azy!
Azrael: No, this chapter is about you...
Risky: Oh... YAY!
"ANDERSEN!" A fuming mother stormed towards her son who was perched on a tree branch, a large smile on his face.
"Yes, mommy?" he giggled, now hanging upside down. She only glared at him.
"Get out of that tree this instant, young man!" she snarled. Smiling and nodding his head, Andersen dropped, landing perfectly on his feet. He then went inside, knowing his mother would shout at him about how dangerous that was.
"Don't ever do it again!" she shouted. He only nodded. He figured she would've knew by now he wouldn't listen.
"Yeah, I'll stop." he muttered to himself, a smile on his face. He waited until his mother went back downstairs, before he grabbed the money he saved up and opened the window. He had went out many times before, and knew how to get down easily. He jumped onto the little piece of roof that was outside his window, then jumped onto the trashcan. He then jumped off the trashcan and walked down the street, heading to the store.
"There you are, Risky!" the manager, Paul, said happily. He could never remember Andersen's name, so he called him Risky since he kept on pushing his luck.
"Hey, Paul!" he greeted, smiling at the man. He went towards the drinks and pulled out a bottle of coke, and a bottle of water.
"Whatcha want water for? It doesn't have any sugar in it!" Paul spoke as he looked at the bottle of water Andersen had.
"I know, but I want it for when I wake up in the middle of the night." he replied, making the man nod. He understood the boy's problem. He usually had nightmares, and woke up in the middle of the night. Fearing what was lurking in the darkness, he usually kept water by him in case he got thirsty.
"Alright, well, if you ever need anything, just ask." he told him. Andersen smiled as he nodded his head, handing the man his money. He then grabbed his things, said farewell to his older friend, and went back home.
Andersen laid in bed, his mind filled with thoughts. He wanted to leave and go explore the rest of the world. He didn't want to stay at home. Perhaps he could l-
"Andersen? Open the door!" Andersen's father demanded. Sighing, he got out of bed, and walked over to his door. He found his mother and father standing their, both looking down at him.
"Look, Andersen," his father spoke with the same rough voice he always had. "Your mother and I have been thinking, and we finally made up our minds. Either stop jumping over things, or get out!"
"You're serious?" Andersen asked, a slight smile on his face. His father nodded. He couldn't help but laugh. This was his chance! He quickly grabbed his duffel bag, and packed his clothes and water in it. As he headed downstairs and towards the front door, he stopped, looking back at his parents.
"It's called 'parkour', dad." he told the man, before leaving. The two just stood there in shock, looking at the now shut door.
Andersen happily walked down the street, whistling a tune to himself. He thought for a while, before making up his mind. He would change his name. He never liked it anyways. In fact, he hated it. He thought he didn't look like an 'Andersen'. Instead, thinking about his looks, he thought he looked more like a Risky. He couldn't help but smile larger. The nickname Paul gave him was now his name. Now, all he had to do was go to the nearest hotel. He wasn't going to sleep in the street! He, being the lucky boy he was, knew where the hotel was. He had to walk down the train tracks to get that way, but he didn't mind. He went that way many times before!
"This is just great!" he spoke to himself, the smile still there. He happily hopped onto the tracks, skipping as he did so. He couldn't contain his joy. Where should he go first? Vegas? Oregon? Mexico? He squealed some more, jumping up. This was better than sweets! But, he soon stopped, looking up ahead. There it was. The thing he didn't want to run into tonight. He went to walk off the tracks, but his worst nightmare in this situation came true. His right foot got caught in a small gap on the tracks. Getting scared, he pulled at his right leg, hoping it would soon be free. He looked up, seeing the train was still speeding towards him. He went to untie his shoe and take it off. When he did, he tried jumping out of the way. He, running out of luck, slammed into the train. The large vehicle only caught the right side of him. The last thing he thought before being killed was his family.
Broken: So, that was Risky's little history. Sorry if it wasn't that good. Blame Grim!
Grim: This is what happens when it's 2:30 in the morning, and I got music!
Broken: *shakes his head* Well, hopefully the next chapter will be better. We're not sure when we'll update, but I hope it's soon.
Azrael: Now you all know why Risky's right side is red.
Risky: THAT'S NOT FUNNY, AZRAEL!
Azrael: But it's true. You wanna explain why?
Risky: … Shut up...
Grim: Ah, our bassist is right again!
Risky: *growls*
Grim: Okay! You don't have to go crazy on me, dude! Calm down!
Broken: Uh... we're gonna go before anyone can kill anyone. BYE!
Azrael: *waves*
Grim and Risky: *arguing*
