Apart We Are Broken But Together We Are One

by Yutzer

Doi, Robin and Harry have been living together for a while now, still determined to make Harry's dream a reality they finally contact Roy and recieve the extra support needed. Of course, they never knew about the consequences that came with that package too. Broken family bonds, and to Doi, family isn't just by blood. And monsters? Oh, they are real... Very real indeed...

2. Chapter 2

Okay, Ima say I took forever cause ima piece of shit lol and yeah. Dark themes ahead just gonna say, Im not making fun of them so please don't hate, they are serious issues that if you know someone going through them help them out. Now time to try and finish the next chapter and not take a billion years hah

Let's Get Creative!

Two tired green eyes slowly opened up, unable to process anything, everything looked like a mix of colours, shapes and objects. Bringing a hand to his face, Robin rubbed his gently, his mouth felt dry his voice was raspy

'Morning guys…'

'Goooooood morning to you to Robin!'

On the contrary to a zombie like duck, Doi was fully awake, dressed and ready for action, a giant grin was plastered on his face

'Get up sleepy! You're going to miss breakfast!'

Robin groaned turning around to face the wall

'No thanks, I can go without it… It's too early'

Doi leaned in closer to duck's ear, his grin only growing more

'But Robin~ We made pineapple fritters, waffles and miniature pancakes to celebrate~'

Not another word needed to be exchanged as the green bird leapt out of bed going straight out the door dashing down stair. Doi giggled to himself skipping after the loose bird, if he didn't know better he would say Robin was having a sugar rush or had rabies.

Reaching the kitchen, both bird and yellow guy were met with the delicious, delightful intriguing smell of food just waiting to be devoured. Harry chuckled at the practically vibrating bird

'I assume you are fully awake?'

'Yeah yeah yeah whatever give me my food!'

(An Hour Later…)

Robin stretched his legs starting to feel the pain from having fallen asleep on the chair yesterday, as comfortable as it was, it didn't do his body any good. Sighing, he turned to face Harry

'What time is it?'

Harry strolled over to the front door getting everything tidy

'7:30am'

'WHAT!?'

The red guy gave his best unimpressed look

'Did you forget? Roy is coming…'

Robin shut his beak a cold feeling lurching in his stomach, how could he forget about Roy? How could he forget today was going to be the worst day of his life? Grumbling swears to no one in particular he glared at Harry

'You made that food to get me out of bed didn't you?'

Harry shrugged smugly, Robin just knew he was smiling under all that pile of hair, he could see that smug smile clear as day

'Yep, and it worked like a charm'

8AM

The sound of loud persistent knocking drew Harry to the door, taking in one large gulp of air he slowly turned the handle opening up the devil's gate

'Hello Roy'

Roy swayed almost as if drunk but no smell of alcohol harboured his breath, Harry put on his best impression of a smile moving aside

'Please, come in'

Two pale blue eyes lazily looked over at Harry

'There are two cameras, this should be enough. Go upstairs while we finish setting up'

Harry held back strangling the man for now, no one ever told him what to do, not in his house

'Yes, we'll be upstairs'

Roy clumsily entered followed by two men holding large cameras, they were rather bulky considering the size of the lens. Red guy watched them closely feeling insecure allowing strangers to enter, something about them was… Off… Maybe it was just the fear of performing getting to him or maybe it was his gut feeling telling him to get them the fuck out of their house.

—

Harry fiddled around with a piece of string weaving it around his fingers nervously, today was the day, today they were finally going to record the first episode of their show! It had taken a long time for him to reach where he was today, this was the first time ever he was going to record the show instead of doing it live.

A notepad was placed on the edge of the table, it with closed up on looking as if just waiting for something to happen. Doi walked into the dinning area looking around at the now changed room, there were some knives on the right, a large fridge and things scattered here and there. The boy rushed over to his seat jumping onto it happily, in the end they had all decided they would just improvise what to say throughout the show so that it would be natural not just some pre recorded voice message.

The notepad breathed in, and out, in…. And out… Silently continuing this pattern as her eyes trailed to look at the three strangers who sat at the table. She could see a yellow guy with blue hair to her left, a green duck guy sitting a bit further away and at the end of the table on her right was a red guy with rather long looking hair. They all looked so… So… Fascinating! She hadn't meet these people before, her curiosity and creativity immediately spiked.

Taking one last deep breath in, it was show time! Her cover flipped open to reveal two eyes looking at the three who sat silently at the table as she questioned cheerfully

'What's your favourite idea?'

No one responded which caught her off guard, usually at least one person would say something by this point. Robin nearly gasped in surprise seeing the notepad come to life, they had come up with this idea yesterday but to actually see their idea come to life was shocking, a good shocking go course. Gazing around at them she could tell the she at the very least caught their attention, sighing internally she continued cheerfully singing

'Mine is being creative!'

Doi stared at the notepad in utter awe, his eyes sparkled a bright soft blue as he turned his head slightly to one side, his curiosity nudged him forward

'And how do you get that idea?'

The notepad perked turning slightly to look at the one she suspected was the youngest, the boy's blue fascinated eyes made her heart swell with joy, just the way he asked that one simple question told her this boy had a good sense of creativity. Her grin grew wider than before as she shouted with all her heart

'I just try to think creatively!'

The notepad's eyes scanned the table looking for something to use to help her expand their creativity. Her eyes landed on an orange

'Hm… That could work! Come on Paige let's do this!'

Doi grinned and watched as the notepad pushed herself up sitting or uh standing next to the fruit ball now. Harry tried to hide his fascination of the notepad

'How on earth did Roy get it to move and sing like this!?'

His mind was already starting to process more and more ideas for future episodes with all different kinds of crazy educational adventures they could have. Paige stopped herself opening her mouth

'Okay, this is you're chance to get to know how much they know about creativity!'

She pointed at the orange with one hand

'Now when you look at this orange, tell me please, what do you see?'

Robin took charge straight away remembering what Harry had told them before, after all, if this was to be a kid's show, things needed to be explained so acting as if you didn't understand was important but not making too obvious at the same time. Getting into character, he tried to sound more oblivious

'I just see a boring old orange'

Paige turned to look at the green duck, she tried her best to keep her overgrowing smile more internal, she loved when one would struggle to see what others saw, to her it meant that there could be a hidden creative ability just waiting to be awoken from the depth!

Harry smile grew as he looked over at Robin and Doi, he knew he could count on his friends when it came to anything, they were always so willing to do whatever they could for him. The notepad continued to sing her catchy tune getting into the three friend's mind making them softly hum along

'Maybe to you but not to me'

She quickly scanned her mind for ideas one popping up almost instantly

'I see a silly face!'

In her mind she imaged an orange with two green leaves on it's head, it had a large smile and a large round orange shaped body of course. Doi stared at the orange trying to image in it smiling in his mind, two black dots popped into existence on the orange's surface, one large dark orange line formed a big wide smile under the eyes. The boy gasped joyfully as he shouted

'Wow!'

Paige giggled internally snicker at the child's excitement, it was always a lovely sight seeing a kid smile fascinated by something, she could feel her mind filling up with more and more ideas, everything merging creating and making new things. But she had to keep it simple, she couldn't make it complicated

'Walking along smiling at me!'

The smiling orange now leapt into the air suddenly having two legs appear allowing to stroll along, Doi imaged the orange walking out the bowl and strolling around the table dancing. Paige cherished the look on the boy's face, looking at the big red guy she could tell he knew exactly what she was talking about, al the three looked like they were having a good time which pleased her more than anything. Robin chuckled silently at Doi's fixated look on the orange, he turned looking towards the distance with a puzzled and questioningly expression

'I don't see what you mean'

Paige nodded to herself realising that maybe the duck needed a bit more guiding than just one example

'Cause your not thinking creatively!'

Her mind began to swing through all different ideas one more, there were so many to choose from but one stood out this time. She took ahold of the next page flipping it up to reveal a bunch of colourful string

'So take a look at my hair!'

Robin smiled approvingly at the notepad, Roy seemed to have hired some pretty good people to control and speak behind the scenes, although, he couldn't help but wonder why Roy would help them so much as willingly, it just seemed out of his character. Doi and Robin both responded in unison

'Cool!'

Paige cheered internally, she had managed to get the duck to understand creativity better! That was a win in her notebooks!

'I use my hair to express myself'

Harry felt it was his time to insert his part, he acted a bit disappointed even though in reality he wasn't, he honestly didn't want to have someone behind the scenes that would stumble on their words so this was like a silly test in his opinion. Trying to hide his excitement, he pretended to be bored rolling his eyes

'That sounds pretty boring'

Paige caught on looking over at the red guy, smirking to herself she repeated herself without a second thought and hesitation in her voice

'I use my hair to express myself'

She turned to face the window, a lightbulb would have appeared above her head as an idea popped in. She leaped over to the shelf next to the fridge then using her strength she leaped the rest of the way so that she sat right on top, Robin stared dumbfounded while Harry was transfixed with awe. The three friends gathered in front of the window to which the notepad pointed to. Paige took a deep breath once again

'Now, when you stare at the clouds in the sky, don't you find it exiting?'

She questioned sweetly, the three friends stared ahead frowning

'No'

Paige huffed internally, she reached behind her pulling out a magnifying glass out of one of her pages

'Come on, take a closer look'

She placed the magnifying glass over her eye, Doi chuckled lightly as he looked back at the window concentrating on the cloud outside, they knew it was fake and so did Paige, she didn't say a word about it but found it rather… Strange… She thought that… That man she met… He was trying to…

The three of them gasped dramatically as the cloud changed shape becoming a white puffy hat

'I can see a hat!'

They shouted cheerfully as the image changed again this time into a cat

'I can see a cat!'

The cloud shifted to reveal a man then a base ball bat

'I can see a man with a baseball bat!'

Harry wondered about when had take the time to place a screen on their window, he didn't remember the man telling them anything like this, to be honest, Roy hadn't told them anything.

'I can see a dog!'

'I can see a frog!'

'I can see a ladder leaning on a log!'

Robin breathed in feeling relief, everything was going perfectly! The song was catchy, the notepad had explained everything in an orderly fashion and had taken it's time to listen to them and help them out.

'Think your getting the hang of it now'

Paige turned to page to one of a brain and a clock as she pointed from the brain down to the word time that had the clock in it

'Using your mind to have a good time!'

Doi went to sit down at the table excitement flowing out of him like a river, Paige went to sit on the table beside the kid as he pulled out a canvas with a drawing of a clown nearly finished, he held onto a paintbrush

'I might paint a picture of a clown!'

Doi grinned at Paige who looked back at him about to say something but… Something was odd… Her body felt rigid unable to move, her vision became partly blurred, she felt her voice fading away her conscious drifting

'Woah there friend you might need to slow down!'

She didn't know what was happening, all she could see was some sort of dark black liquid pouring down on the kid's drawing

'No! No no no! What's happening!? W-Who did that!?'

Her vision began to return as the boy put the painting away under the table, his bright blue sparking eyes replaced with dull lost emptiness, Paige could see the kid was shutting himself out

'W-why?'

She came back to full consciousness to see both the bird guy and the red guy staring at her oddly, there was something more… Threatening about them now which unsettled her greatly, pushing the strange incident aside she continued to sing Doi was still vacant, his smile looked empty, his eyes still not focused on anything, Harry glanced over at the distraught boy

'I'll have to have a word with Roy after…'

'Here's another good tip'

'Yeah'

'On how to be a creative whizkid go and collect some leaves and sticks and arrange them into your favourite colour'

Her page turned to another with a drawing of leaves and sticks and a small pie chart of colours, Harry and Robin went to get some sticks and leaves quickly from outside returning to the table straight after. They chucked the pile in the centre as the three began to spell out their favourite colour. Harry tried to sound as happy as he could

'Blue!'

Robin revealed his favourite colour pretending to sound exited when in truth his eyes still laid on the notepad in question

'Red!'

Doi pretended to be okay masking his disappointed mood very well

'Green!'

Paige felt a sudden tug towards the boy once again, her vision blurred her mind became unfocused, she could see herself pulling out a black cross placing it over the child's favourite colour. Her words came out clear but she couldn't hear anything, what had she said?

'Green is not a creative colour'

Doi looked down at his feet swallowing the urge to stand up and excuse himself to go outside, they were recording a show weren't they? He couldn't just leave in the middle right? It would be… Unprofessional… Robin and Harry… They may hate him… Holding his ground he stayed. Paige came back to the present her head feeling like an erupted volcano for some odd reason, ignoring the pain she jumped up onto the fridge to finish off her song

'There's one more thing you need to know before you let your creativity flow'

The pages turned to a heart, one that was too realistic, well, as realistic as art and crafts could make it look, still, it was unsettling. She pointed at the heart

'Listen to your heart'

The page flipped again to a storm, rain was pouring down and clouds filled the sky

'Listen to the rain'

'Listen to the voices in your brain!'

A poster flopped down beside her to reveal an outline of a person and their bran being highlighted with different colours

'Come on guys let's get creative!'

Doi immediately complied getting out of his chair rushing to the living room then dragging their large box of arts and crafts into the room. The boy struggled tugging it along but denied to receive any help like he usually did, Harry and Robin strolled over opening the lid, well, as Paige said, it's time to get creative!

Doi laid out a large piece of pink paper then got ahold of a used toilet roll and began to damp it with some fresh glue he'd gotten earlier from the arts box they had. Smiling to himself, he went to grab some feathers and began to stick them onto one side making it looked like a feathery tower

Harry threw a yellow paper onto the table and plunged a hand into the pink glitter filled box, the tiny little gem like structured glitter stuck to his hands denying to let go. Rubbing his fingers together he began to sprinkle the glitter onto the table in a zigzag motion until he used up all that he had gotten

Robin placed an orange paper at his spot then scurried through a small box filled with black letters and numbers, they were thin but still thick enough to stand them up. Both letters and numbers had one sticky side, after the small search he pulled out a letter "D", taking the paper off the sticky side he then stuck it down.

Unaware of their surroundings, all three continued to work on creativity, around them everything began to change…

Harry's brown red eyes widened, his iris shrunk becoming nothing more than a mire spec then widened up taking all colour away from his eyes. Around him everything erupted with colours and shapes and all other weird things the mind could create. A whale dancing across a slide made of spoons with orange hats and purple rabbits. His friends now looked different to him, they were larger, not older, just larger… Ah drugs, the shit they can do.

Robin seized up, every furry feather suddenly felt too small, something was clawing away at his throat scratching, biting, constricting around it tightly. A blossoming pain erupted from his skin every single last cell feeling stretched out, was he larger? But how? That impossible? Isn't it?

Doi held his breath as a sudden tugging from somewhere made him want to scream, intense burning pain ran through his blood causing him o freeze up. He felt… Different… His body felt larger, his hair longer, something was wrong with him, very wrong

Somehow, by magic or some other external force, all three of them were the same hight, it was a random unpredictable unexpected change. They all sat still on their chairs completely and utterly confused and startled, the experience overwhelming their minds to the point none of them cared anymore.

Harry held a heart in his hands, warm blood seeped through his fingers gently rolling down his hand till falling off with a small plop as they hit the ground. The organ felt warm too… Muscles contracting desperately trying to keep itself going, desperately trying to find a way to continue exisiting. It was weak… Nothing more than a weak pile of muscle and blood…

Drip…

Drip…

Plop!

Harry coughed feeling a deep ache within him, his lungs wheezed attempting to keep air flowing. He sat still on the same cold wooden chair from before, he hadn't moved a muscle from where he held the weak dying heart in his hand.

Drip…

Drip…

Plop!

Blood dripped down the side of his mouth, some becoming victim to his tongue, the taste of warm metal sent shivers down his spine. Blood made its way down from his chest using his long hair like a slid while in the process drenching his red hair in a much more intense red.

Drip…

Drip…

Plop!

Under the chair Harry sat a large amount of blood had accumulated on the floor looking like a small pond, not even the chair was spared, not the floor not anything else.

Drip…

It was pitch black, only a small lightbulb above his head illuminated the small room… The walls were barely seeable in the dark but a liquid stained them running down onto the ground, even the ceiling had splashes of the liquid.

Drip…

The deep aching sensation began to intensify as he tightened his hand around the heart, it's beating became more desperate than before, blood spluttered out of it, the small veins popping out. Flesh dangled lifelessly, the warmth having vanished from it yet it still was attached to the body. Harry's deadish brown red eyes gazed down at his chest… The heart continued to thump within him, his hand tightly around it. In front of him less than a meter away was a pile of fresh blood coated flesh and hair, it lay splattered like a pie having fallen from the balcony. He began to pull… And pull… And pull… His heart screamed in agony beginning for him to stop, Harry felt no pain… Nothing at all… The flesh around the gaping hole swayed side to side bushing against his arm, one last pull… One last tug… Clenching the heart until even his fingers began to rip through the flesh entering the muscle piercing the smaller veins within

Plop!

It was a strange sound… Loud… A snap… That kind of sound that when you hear it you know that there is nothing you can do anymore… The heart jerked against the red hand tightening it's grin around anything it could, it tried to hold on… Veins tore apart blood erupting from within them spluttering out in all directions, they flailed in the air helplessly trying to find the other end. Harry could feel the tight muscle in his hands, he could feel it slowly becoming cold, solid… Blood oozing out covering every inch of his hand… Cold… It was so cold… The warmth was gone… He left the heart drop….

Splat…

Nothing… There was nothing… Nothing more than a gaping back hole dripping with blood that could absorb anything… It was empty… Devoid… Nothing… Darkness…

Drip…

Drip…

Plop!

It was perfect…

Harry started at the heart in his hand… He didn't care… He was going to make them proud…

Light seem to return into his vision, in front if him was a heart placed perfectly centred in the middle of the yellow paper, not a glitter to be seen. The heart was dry… Cold… Nothing more…

—

Doi grabbed a handful of strings and muddle of other things sticking them all together in one huge colossal mess, nothing was right, everything was wrong, he was a mess, he was nothing more than a mess. A useless helpless mess.

A picture of a man and a women grinning, hugging each other tightly was held in a glass picture frame, there was not a scratch, dent, chip or even dust on it's surface. Doi sat silently in his chair gazing at the picture with tearful eyes, liquid slid down his warm red cheeks. His eyes were swollen and sore from crying so long, his head throbbing painfully against his skull, his cheeks puffed red and wet.

Doi leaned forward resting his arms on the table then tucked his chin into his arms, he couldn't look away. Beside his arm was a small — cake, it was covered in string like substance which was actually icing having been rolled out perfectly then placed in a muddled mess on top.

A disaster

A colourful perfect yet imperfect disaster

He had been perfect in his eyes… Yet in her eyes he hadn't… Was he just a nuisance? Did she hate him? Was he the reason for what happened?… He was nothing more than a mess of colours and strings… Joy… Happiness… Everything… Torn apart and chucked together in a blender to create a disaster… Him…

—

Looking down at the sparkling glitter he felt nothing… Shining gemstones so small yet so perfect… This is what they wanted… Grabbing another hand full of glitter Harry began to sprinkle it over the cold heart, he couldn't miss any spots, he needed all the glitter he could get, it needed to shine, it must shine

—

Harry stood off to the side having dragged the table out of the small room allowing them to have space to dance around and enjoy themselves. He stared at Doi and Robin watching as their faces contorted and rainbows shot out of their eyes, large letters above them floating read GET CREATIVE in the colours green, yellow and red…

Robin squatted slightly feeling his head throbbing, the need to jump of a cliff to stop the spike in pain was becoming more predominant by every passing moment but the colours around him, all the weird shapes kept distracting his thought process.

Doi stood in the centre dancing away with not a care in the world, who cares about being broken!? Who cares about being nothing more than a useless piece of shit!? Well he didn't! Not at that moment at least.

Outside, a sudden storm began to form, the sky became an abyss, dark clouds taking over with rain and lightning following along. The sudden change caused something to tick inside of Doi but he ignored it, it didn't matter! Not now!

Harry and Robin began to dance along falling victim to the strange sudden urges to forget, live a little maybe or just loose your head!

—

Harry slowly picked up the heart, half of it was now covered in glitter, it sparkled and shimmered brighter than he had expected… He slammed the heart down into the glitter rolling it in all different directions, the gemstone like things stuck to it immediately making their way into the muscle and flesh. He continued to violently force more and more glitter into the small organ, he won't stop, he would't stop, not until every last inch was covered… It needed to be perfect…

'It doesn't matter what YOU want the project to look like! What matters is how the TEACHER sees it! If she thinks it's incorrect then it's incorrect!'

A mother scolded with a huff and a puff blowing everything down, shattering all that was created to nothing more than a pile of dust. Whoever thought it was so easy for something you loved to fall apart, for something you put so much effort into to be so worthless. Facing the ground unable to look into those motherly eyes, he mumbled an apology then slowly walked away to his room holding his head down low.

A whole week. He had spent a whole week working on that project, every day, night, all his weekend, he spent all those hours working on that one project. Now? It was nothing more than just a pile of bullshit. Worthless. Useless. A stupid idea. Taking in a deep breath, he reached out with a shaking hand to turn the doorknob to his now disastrous room. The project was shattered and scattered all over the place as if a tornado had decided to enter through the window then leave from boredom.

His father had been here earlier on. His mother had been here earlier on. Both had been mad at him, both were upset. Was it really his fault? He didn't know… Tears pricked the edge of his eyes, tickling away more so peppery than the soft feathery feel.

His heart…

Ached

Stung

Twisted

Yearned

All it wanted was approval, all he wanted was their approval… His heart wasn't perfect enough… It wasn't sparkly enough… It didn't have the fuel that others had… It didn't have the shine that everyone else had… It was dull… Nothing more than some damp lamp…

He needed that spark, that shine, the glittery look that everyone else had. He didn't yearn for it but his parents did, they wanted him to succeed, yet, to succeed he needed that glittery shine. He needed it…

It hurt…

The sparkling shine…

The small gemstones pressing against his delicate heart…

Yet…

He could't take them out…

He couldn't…

He had to keep them there…

No matter how much of himself he would…

—

Paige tried to scream… She tried to yell.. Not a sound left her mouth… Something was holding her back… Someone was stopping her from reaching out to the three friends… Whatever force was there kept pulling her back, no matter how many times she pushed…

—

Harry and Robin sat at the ends of the table with Doi in the centre, a large cake was placed in the centre with candles spelling GET CREATIVE stabbed into it. Harry and Doi clapped away as Robin cut into the cake taking a piece out slowly, unlike the usual cake, it was filled with guts inside, pieces of the heart and who knows what other organs…

Everything stopped with a sickening crack, it sounded almost like bones being slowly compressed or part of an arm pressed against a table while the other dangled off then someone else pushing the dangling part. The shelf was on the floor now, things splattered all around.

Flour, eggs, milk, sugar and more. All on the floor like a vomited rainbow. Scattering to his feet, he began to pick up the remaining whole ingredients then placing them all into one large metal bowl that was set on the floor beside him. He would deal with the mess later on.

He stared at the bowl tapping a floured finger on his chin, an ingredient was missing but which one? He sprung from the floor the sudden memory of butter popping in his head, the people on TV shows always used butter! Strolling to the large fridge, he pulled at the handle opening up the cold icy world, inside was the butter stiff like ice just waiting to be used, he could practically see his name written all over it!

He shrugged with a smile taking the butter stick and placing down next to the bowl, it was still wrapped anyway so there were no hygiene issues right. Quickly scanning the kitchen he got his hands on a chopping board laying on the kitchen bench and took the lonesome knife placed near the end of the bench. It took a bit of effort for him to hoist himself up and get it but it as all worth it, taking a firm hold on the cold plastic handle, he settled down on the floor again. Chopping board ready, butter placed down being held with one hand and the other holding the knife, he swiftly cut through the butter stick

Gasping, he dropped the knife cradling his hand against his chest, blood trickled down his fingers mixing into the batter without him realising it. He sighed shaking his head getting up in search of a new not blood covered butter stick. Opening up the freezer section, since he knew there would be no more butter in the other compartment, he was met with the smell of fresh meat and oddly enough, a picture of his father standing beside a women who might be his mother? The picture was covered in blood, the frame broken. But… he wasn't there… They both looked so happy…

He frowned

Broken…

That's why he was wasn't he?

Just broken pieces of glass…

Tore his family to bloody pieces…

Torn apart…

All he could do was stare…

Blood, guts and all…

—

All three friends hugged each other close spinning and spinning and spinning in circles, just like they had for so long, unable to escape, unwilling to escape… Can never escape…

—

Robin placed the last letter out, H… Instead of being solid like the rest, it become more liquid as he dragged his hand away it stained down the paper leaving a black trail behind. Together they spelled "DEATH"

He swung himself around his head swinging about like a chimpanzee, he picked up a piece of extra organs and threw the weird organ thing onto the floor splattered out, a small hole in the wall sucked in the organ making it vanish from the world…

—

The cake's organs began to spill out spluttering everywhere, Robin used the knife to put the organs back in place careful not to accidentally spill them again…

Reaching for the rope, he gently it clutched then pulled carefully not putting too much weight on it for now. A soft snap warned of incoming danger, he quickly let go of the rope taking a few steps back to take a better look. One part of the rope had snapped, only a little, but still, it snapped.

Frowning, he sighed untying the rope from rusty old work out machine then threw it aside not caring where it fell. Turning around, his eyes scanned the box placed a meter away from him, humming softly he scurried through it until finding a much thicker rope, it was old and used but still work a try.

Taking his place next to the rusty machine, he climbed the chair then began to tie the rope, its hard dirt filled exterior felt strangely comforting to him, like when your father and mother would hug you and held you tightly, you go through a lot of shit together coming out dirty in the end but more closer together.

Close

Tightly

That's what he wanted

Letting out a breath, he let his fingers trace the rough exterior, a calming sensation overtaking his every cramped muscle allowing them to finally loosen again. He climbed off the chair standing in front of the newly placed rope, humming he began to try it out tugging gently at it first then allowing more and more of his weight to be held by the rope. By the end he was clutching the rope tightly in his hands, clinging to it for dear life, his legs pulled into him as if he was sitting in a corner crying.

Perfect

He had finally found it

A rope that didn't snap under his weight, not a part became loose and not even the old age had changed it's firmness. Whoever thought that this was what he had been searching for, a dirty old rope thrown away inside a box filed with other ropes. He had partly accomplished what he had been wanting to do.

Now

All that was left…

Executing it

Orange paper was now covered in black imprinted skulls stamped by using random pieces of potato he carved the skull like shapes into, some even looked like screaming faces crying out in hopes of being heard…

Robin grinned feeling the letters beneath his fingers and pushed aside the potatoes knocking them off the drawing. He traced each one of them slowly, ever so gently… He brushed his fingers against the sharp edges, the warmth returning almost instantly comforting him. Blood oozed tainting his green fluffy feathers, that was better… Much much better… Let the redness cover his every inch, let it seep into his body becoming part of him like it was suppose to.

He needed this feeling, he needed this reassurance, he needed this one sense of comfort he had left. Robin picked up one of the letters, sharp edges piercing through his skin… It was his favourite letter… l… It was the perfect letter… Sharp, cold, warm, soothing…

A knife….

Robin knew it was never a letter but he still had it with him all the time, he said he carried the letter others found it strange but to him it was normal, the most normal he could ever be.

The blade of the knife shifted in his hand slicing deeper bringing more warmth back, he yearned for this feeling, he needed so badly. Bringing the knife closer to his stomach, he pressed it gently against his cold skin, in one swift motion, Robin inched the metal inside until it reached nowhere specifically, fate could choose the date. Dragging it slowly across his stomach until half way, more blood oozed out making its way onto his feathers soaking up the green.

Pulling up, the knife rushed up Robin's chest barely missing his heart. He sighed snuggling himself up agains the blood. Still….

He yearned it…

He need the rope…

Without a second thought Robin abruptly drew the knife the rest of the way up until the warm blood covered metal touched his chin.

Lifeless arms fell to the side… Green eyes stared up at the ceiling watching the rope sway, his body felt heavier than usual but lighter than ever… Warmth… Oh so warm…

The knife stayed implanted in Robin's neck, a rope had come into existence tightly holding the bird by the neck. Robin could no longer feel the ground, his body was suspended in the air by a firm rope holding him in place and the knife wedged into his neck.

The clack of his neck breaking, his bones coming apart echoed in the vast emptiness. The rope tore into his neck wound causing flesh to rip and tear opening his neck. The knife fell to the cold floor without making a sound.

Robin's throat was visible, blood poured out like a river oozing down his body, some was ejected like an erupting volcano. His limp body jerked forward as the cut from his stomach up burst open vomiting out guts, blood and organs onto the floor.

Guts dangled loosely continuing to wriggle pushing food through, the lungs had slipped out falling to one side continuing to constrict and expand.

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Everything stopped. It all came to a halt. All of them were there. Everything was back to normal, not a heart in sight, not a drop of blood, not a gut, not small skulls or even the sharp tip of the knife. Paige held her breath, her head throbbed more than it ever had before, not once had she felt such intense pain in her life. Her mind slipping from existence, she utter the final words

'Now let's all agree, to never be create again'

She fell back everything turning into black. Doi stared ahead blankly, emotionless blue eyes, all the joy, happiness everything had been drained out. Harry could feel his legs shaking, his body shivering and his head throbbing, what they had just experienced made absolutely no sense, it couldn't be real, yet a whispering voice at the back of his head told him it all was. Robin pressed a hand on his left arm, under all the furry feathers, on his very skin, he could still feel the marks, they were all there, clear as day.

One of the two camera men walked towards them with three drinks on a tray placing it down on the centre of the table without saying another word. All the three looked at the fizzy colourful drink… Maybe a little refreshment wouldn't do any harm…

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Doi sat alone in the living room staring at the floor, he felt… Odd… He could remember everything that had happened today, the notepad, them doing all the small actives… Still… There was a part missing… Something to do with a painting of a clown and another with his favourite colour… Or was he just trying to imagine things up? Put something extra in for no reason, maybe his mind was playing tricks on him… It didn't matter! It was bedtime! That did matter! He could ask Harry and Robin later what they thought about today…

What day was it again?