New ref/wwyd
by:
AGoreyDemise 
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30.01.2023
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AGoreyDemise[OP]
30.01.2023 14:24
Link-
AGoreyDemise[OP]
30.01.2023 14:29
Linkik its like super early morning and like no one is on but im an impatient whore.
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Name:Paris
Age:19-20
Gender:male
Pronouns: he/him
sexuality:i just made him gay im lazy.
height:5'1
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Paris is, on the outside, a cute boy.
hes like..supposed to be some bs Yandere oc but not really lmao he just mrks people he likes
He acts very shy and kinda skittish.
Because he is small you can over power him easily and if you do he'll make you feel bad for attacking someone smaller than you (that would include whining about you hurting him (he can cry on command, practice makes perfect) and lots whimpering (going back to shy and shit))
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I GAVE HIM A DEATH-
if he doesnt get your love back he will kill you then himself OR you will kill him.
the cannon one: (bc i'm gonna give him a love interest(still in the making) -undetermined- for now ig.
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now the WWYD:
(i gotta make another comment)
AGoreyDemise[OP]
30.01.2023 14:30
Linkthe wwyd:
You have been going to this school for a while now but suddenly you have been feeling..watched..cryptic and mostly horrifying 'love letters' have been stuffed in your locker.
one day, when you were feeling watched, you turned around quickly and watched as a small, white haired boy runs off.
you recognize him as Paris, from one of your classes.
AGoreyDemise[OP]
30.01.2023 14:32
Linkas shit i forgot, it can be a ship.
AGoreyDemise[OP]
30.01.2023 17:47
Linkalso random ass f/ck but if he could sound like anything it would be this. also its his favorite song so..yeah
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TJIB_tPP5mM
AGoreyDemise[OP]
30.01.2023 19:35
LinkOH AS A CUTE LITT:LE FUN FACTRONI I FORGOT- Paris was born February 14.
he shares that b-day with Bon.
oop-
The tiny male just kept running. he ran into the library that thankfully was empty so no one noticed and panic.
he jumped away and hid his face. "don't punch me!" he shook a bit then looked up. "oh..hi."
he was clearly a bit confused.
"oh..what do you want?" he stepped back a bit, just in case.
"not to ask me to do your homework right? i already have other people's to work on."
"you saw wrong then. i didn't write anything. not to you." he backed away more, he was clearly lying. "go away now i don't want to talk to you anymore."
"no i didn't do that." he backed up more and soon ran out of the library. most likely to hide else where. he did write them. that was clear.
Paris sat on a bench, reading the book he checked out from the library.
he was a bit worried, a bit scared. he had spaced slightly, he was writing him another note. this one was sweet and warm. more love note-y then the rest.
"buddy?" he looked up at him, forgetting he had the note out. "you want something from you don't you.." he eyed him suspiciously.
he breathed in a bit shaky and tossed the note over his shoulder. "what note? i don't have a note...bye."" he stood quickly and hurried off.
yep. nervous.
it was extremely sweet. almost sugary. nothing in there was remotely horrifying.
there was even cute little heart doodles all over.
He smiled to himself like an idiot and folded it up carefully, putting it in his pocket. He decided to write him one back, knowing for a definite that he'd been writing all of these letters. He sat down at his desk, thinking and writing. He ended up with a really sweet, heartfelt note and he looked around for him again.
he was at his locker, cleaning it up a bit, making it look a little more organized. he hated a messy locker, it made for not knowing where everything was and that always overwhelmed him.
he looked at him with a raised brow, gently taking the note and opening it.
he stared at it for a while. then looked back up at him. he didn't know how to react. many emotions danced across his face while he tried to figure it out.
he dropped the note and ran to him, wrapping his arms around his stomach in a tight hug. he nuzzled into his back.
"don't leave now, don't do that."
"i didn't mean it!" he hugged him a bit tighter. "i really didn't!"
he smiled too and laughed a little. "you like me too? you really really do?"
"but they were so..creepy.." he mumbled. "you really liked that?"
"I DIDn'T SAY THAT!!" he grabbed onto him "you get the funniest of ideas don't you." he said it more like a fact.
yess ))
[He watched him run off and huffed, having the urge to follow but just stood there. he growled a small bit before just walking off, thinking to himself]
fuuuuck- social studies ew i may have to close the computer-aand i do great))
gross, see you later then.//
Paris ran into the bathroom and hid in one of the stalls. he sat on the toilet and stared at his shoes. he was a bit worried.
ok im back for a moment- i have math so i may not be able to use the laptop, and i have lunch afterwards so yea))
[He sighed a little and came to a stop, sighing] "i wonder what he wants.." [he mumbled to himself, staring at the ground]
wow :( //
after awhile he determined that he was not followed and that it was safe to come out. he hurriedly ran out and jogged to his own locker, it really wasn't that far from his though.
ok so i can use the laptop thankfully, since im doing a MAP test :v so yea))
[He sighed and headed out to the yard, going on to sit at one of the tables to read a book]
oh okay//
he looked around for awhile before getting into his locker and pulling out one of his books for a class. he thought about studying then the idea of leaving early sounded better.
yea- but these tests are like 40-50 questions long))
[He continued to read for a while before closing the book and sighing. he put the book aside and went on to think to himself]
gross.//
Paris had packed his things, getting ready to leave. he wanted to wait to watch Xoi go home but he felt it was already bad he was almost caught today.
least my math teach wont count it towards my grade))
[He was tired after today so, he decided to head home, getting his stuff from his lockers and stuff before going on to head home]
that good, is it like a practice test then? long ass practice test if so//
he was standing outside, watching a bird peck at the ground. it did just ran not to long ago.
its not, hes supposed to count it towards our grades but he wont-))
[He held his head while coming to a stop, feeling drowsy, like he could pass out any moment]
ohhh. why?//
he looked at him and tilted his head. "are you okay?"
idk tbh- guess he decided to make things easier for us and not grade this long ass test-))
[He jumped and looked at Paris, huffing and sighed] "yea yea.." [he said, words slurred a little, then went on to walk again]
understandable ig//
he watched him, ready to run and grab him incase he did fall, walking up close.
yea ig))
[He sighed and went on to collapse, weak and exhausted]
he forgot his coffee in the morning/j))
Paris grabbed him and held him close. "Xoi?" he whispered, and slowly laid him on the ground. "oh.."
[He looked up at Paris for a moment before closing his eyes] "hh..so..so tired" [he mumbled and then just laid there unconciouse]
he held his head in his lap and sighed. "didn't sleep well did you?" he spoke to the unconscious man. "up to late studying, perhaps?"
well actually who was murdering smth lmfao))
[he groaned a little and yawned a bit] "mm.." [he shifted around a little before settling on a comfortable position]
HAHA//
he patted his head, smiling to himself. but why wouldn't he be? this is something paris wanted.
he was* yep- hes a damn gang leader ofc he would be murdering someone lmao))
[He sighed and stretched a little] "hh..i wanna..go home" [he said tiredly and slowly, his words slurred]
haha//
"sure thing..just..a few more minutes though.." he cooed, very much enjoying himself.
lol))
[He groaned a little and curled up a small bit, sighing. going on to hug his tail, just sleeping]
he hummed then picked him up, trying to help him stand so he could take him home.
[surprisingly, he was really light and could be carried. though, he opened his eyes a little and stood, leaning on Paris]
he smiled a little more and helped him walk home. of course he knew where he lived.
he watched him go home every day.
[He kind of held onto him, having some trouble walking since he wasn't fully awake. Resting his head on Paris's shoulder while sighing a little] "mm..where are we..going?" [he asked slowly, sounding tired still]
"your house..you said you wanted to go home." he hummed again, speaking softly. "where else?"
fuuck- lunch- ew))
[He yawned and rubbed his eyes a little and sighed] "mmk.." [he sighed, dragging his tail on the ground which kind of hurt since concrete]
LUNCH OH MY GOD its 11:01 I NEED FOOD-//
he took him up to his door and sat him next to it. "there you go..home sweet home."
im back- i hated it))
[He trembled, holding onto Pairs tightly, not wanting him to go]
im sorry-//
he stayed, sitting next to him and petting his head.
i hate lunch so much💀))
[He wagged his tail a little and nuzzled into Paris, sighing] "mm..dont go.." [he mumbled and sighed]
im sorry to hear that you good?//
"i wont." he whispered, smiling and hugging him closer.
i mean other then feeling nausous- im good))
[He sighed and curled up, snuggling Paris and eventually fell into a deep slumber, lightly snoring]
oh, did you not sleep well or something?//
he hummed quietly, petting his head. he didn't really understand what was going on but he loved it.
nope- i mean either way, with enough sleep or not ill still be tired :/))
[He just slept-]
timeskip to when he wakes up? :v))
mk))
[He groaned and began to shift around, opening his eyes as he sat up, holding his head. he rubbed his eyes a bit and looked around]
Paris was next to him, having fallen asleep himself. he had an arm wrapped around him still.
[He noticed Paris and just blinked, confused on where he was and why Paris was with him]
aaand gtg- ill reply when i get out the school))
oki doki//
his eyes opened and he looked at him. "im dreaming again."
I'm back- bus is 11 minutes away 💀))
[he huffed and quickly got to his feet, holding his head, wobbling as he nearly stumbled over]
wow//
"maybe.." he sat up then pinched himself. "oh..no im awake."
I'm home yaaa))
[he huffed and crossed his arms] "what are you doing here?" [He asked]
Yaa//
"I walked you home.. sorta you were falling asleep on me."
Yaa))
[He blinked and looked away, slightly blushing] "ah I..I see.."
He stood. "I'm going to uhm..go home now." He brushed hair behind his ear and walked away.
[He looked back at Paris and huffed] "uhm wait uhm.why don't you..stay a while?" [He said nervously]
Well time to describe a character I haven't drawn yet woohoo
Tristan (age 18 in this AU). Tall (can't really decide how tall but around like close to 6 feet) and skinny - looking dude, yet quite muscular especially in the shoulder / arm areas. Short brownish hair with goldish streaks. He wears a coat that seems to have a lion's mane around his neck and always wears extravagant attire, decorated with gemstones and intricate patterns.
He also, for some reason, always wears this metal wristband around his wrist, and always is gone at random times throughout the day, tapping at his wristband and looking around before he just tries to hide.))
Tristan held one of the "love letters" from earlier in his hand, squinting at it with a slightly uncomfortable glance. He felt as if he was being watched, a cold feeling crawling up his back as he spotted Paris. As Paris ran off, Tristan stood in confusion for a few quiet moments before deciding to follow, dropping the letter on the ground as he followed him
CHRIST WRITING ME A GD BOOK!!//
The smaller man tripped, slipping slightly and running into the bathroom. he didn't think he was following so he didn't think to hide.
once in the bathroom he stopped and put his hands on his knees, needing to breathe a bit.
he grabbed onto the sink near him and stood up.
I have WAY too much character lore. WAYYYY too much, if I dove into his actual lore I could make a dang book about it))
Tristan slowly walked behind him, slipping into the bathroom after him.
"Paris? What are you running from? Is there a threat?" He asked quietly. Tristan was the type of person who was extremely book smart and had good practical knowledge on what to do in battle situations, but has some paranoia and wasn't the bravest in the world.
he jumped, turning to look at him and backing away quickly.
"no, im, im not running anything." he checked him out for a quick moment, backing away more.
"even if i was, why would you follow me?"
"I don't know. If there's something dangerous, I wouldn't want to be near it either. I also- well- noticed you watching me and was slightly curious"
Tristan rolled his shoulders as he talked, stretching as he talked. He noticed that Paris was backing away, wondering if he was intimidated... Or hiding something
Nobody just ran without guilt.
"Paris. Do you know anything about the letters that have been cluttering up my locker's organization?"
that seemed to of struck a nerve. "No! go away, i don't want to talk anymore!" he backed away even more, covering his ears and hitting the wall with his back.
yes, the tiny man was definitely hiding something.
"im not doing it Tristan, christ, do you not know how to listen??"
he was starting to get agitated, getting off the wall and quickly trying to leave the bathroom.
"leave me alone, f.cking werido."
"I'll leave you be until you get it together" He nodded quietly at Paris almost in a remorseless manner, leaving the bathroom before he could.
Tristan would glance back quickly at him before going to the engineering lab at the school. He had a free period and had gotten onto the teacher's good side, so he was allowed to mess with stuff as long as he made something that worked.
Paris quickly went to his next class. he tried to think about something other then the horrid bathroom encounter and the way he spoke to him.
regretting it, he wrote another note. this one was unlike the others. it was sweet and warm. he'd wait till after the class to put it in his locker.
Tristan hotwired a circuitboard, leaving before the end of class. He connected it to his phone and connected a daylight sensor to it. Despite him looking athletic, Tristan was the type to spend all his time messing with whatever complicated work he could get his hands on.
He angled it below the high horizontal holes in his locker, the sensor facing upwards. It could have false triggers as he didn't have time to perfect it, but it worked so he would be able to tell if something passed over the locker. He'd actually been working on this project for a few days ever since he discovered the notes initially appeared. He attached it to the hidden inside of his locker before backing off and leaning on the other side of his wall, scrolling on his phone quietly
Paris snuck up close to the locker, looking around for a moment and stuffing the note in it before hurrying away to his own.
he rummaged around in his backpack, looking for his lunch. once he found it he closed the locker and when outside to eat.
the note was sweeter, warm. it seemed like a real love letter. not at all like the ones he did receive. the handwriting was the same but it wasn't scary like the other ones.
"...Oh. Oh dear." He fell silent as he stared at the note.
"At least it's kind...but. The implications. Oh-" he spoke to himself quietly. He realized with a small flash of horror that whoever had done the other horrifying notes... Was also sweet and in love with him. That combination did not work well in his mind.
He shoved the letter in his pocket, going outside with his backpack to take a breath of air.
But. Paris most likely didn't know this. But someone else already loved Tristan and had their claws dug in deep in his heart
he soon was finished eating, tossing that brown paper bag into the trash.
had asked in the letter to talk after school in third floor study hall room. it was always empty, and a perfect place to chat.
Paris was in there, sitting at a desk and staring out the window. he looked a bit tired, and very nervous.
he looked away from the window and to the door.
he looked away sheepishly, covering his eyes with a hand.
"yeah..its me.." he mumbled, staring down at the desk.
"i gave them all to you..all of them." he put his hand down and looked at him.
"yes..yes i do like you."
The white haired boy picked at his fingers a bit, biting his lip in his own nervousness. "they're how i felt, i tried to make them sound sappy, but that just didn't work for me.."
"Paris. I just want to tell you. Please set your love interest on a different person, I don't want this to go too far before you get too involved with pursuing me" He whispered quietly. Tristan's long fingers were picking at his metal wristband - which almost seemed to be attached to his skin, as it just didn't move from it's spot. He was fidgeting with what seemed to be a dial on the side
he stared at him for a long time, he looked like he was desperately trying to figure out if he heard that wrong or not.
when he finally accepted the fact he didn't feel the same he shot up from his seat and ran out the other door, trying not to sob.
Tristan winced slightly at his reaction, wishing that he managed to tell Paris earlier. Especially after he had wrote that heartfelt message. Even though Tristan appreciated the writing, he just couldn't return the feeling.
He was way too engrossed in Elisa and everything they had done together, nothing could ever compare. While they sometimes went their separate ways, they did almost everything together, and despite the thousands of times they've argued, it was always in friendly banter. He just couldn't love another.
(Poor Paris- and perhaps poor Tristan depending on how Paris reacts))
which is poorly. Elisa may or may not be in the line of fire now./
Paris was quick to grab his belongings and run out of the building, getting home much quicker then he normally would. he dropped his bag on the ground and slammed the door to his room shut and sobbed, screaming into his arms. he didn't take the rejection to well.
Oh boy. If he tried to kill Elisa he'd get a shock. She's... An interesting individual to say the least.))
Tristan walked to his apartment. It was a small complex with just a few neighbors, most being old people and empty rooms, but his neighbor was Elisa. They had joined rooms, too.
As he entered his room, he was jumped by Elisa, who managed to sneak into his room. He yelped in fear before realizing who it was.
She laughed loudly while he glared at her quietly, but with a smile on his face.
"Damn it Elisa, you are going to give me a heart attack some day." Despite still being distracted with what had occurred earlier, he still wanted to spend time with his girlfriend.
"Hah. You'd be fine, you can patch me up, I can patch you up." She grinned at him
Both of them spent time together talking about their day, though Tristan left out a lot of the details of Paris. Elisa glanced at him, knowing he was hiding something
i never said he'd try to kill her. just..psychologically torment her.//
he hiccuped and tried to breathe. he stood up on wobbly legs, only to flop back down onto his bed.
as much as he wanted to go and see what he was doing now, he was afraid it was something he wouldn't want to see. he knew about the apartment, having snuck in once or twice to leave little gifts. he knew about the connected rooms but never really thought much about them..till now.
No idea how she'd react to that until I see it happen. She's a VERY interesting individual when it comes to circumstances.
Also I have gym for roughly an hour so I'll see you in an hour ig unless I can sneak my phone out for random responses))
"I can't believe you don't go to school" Tristan shook his head at Elisa.
"Eh, Cry taught me all I need. And so do you. I just take books from the library and go to the gym and well- CAMP. You know."
"Oh, CAMP is definitely enough for you. Shows me that you know what you are doing." He booped her on the nose.
"I need to go out to gather evidence for a scientific study. Remind me when the next CAMP starts and I'll return" he nodded at Elisa before leaving to head to the local park, leaving her alone
lol alright see ya in like an hour ish//
he gripped his pillow tightly and sat up, looking at he nightstand drawer. he opened it and pulled out many pictures. dropping them beside him. he stood and grabbed and envelope and stuffed them in. it was all pictures of Tristen. most were from far away or behind but somewhere of him sleeping in bed. a few even had her in them.
he put on a hoodie and grabbed the envelope then hurried off. he wanted to make a point.
it took him a bit to get to their apartment, he didn't live far but he didn't live close. he walked into the building and to their door, stuffing the envelope under it and walking away.
Almost immediately upon the envelope going under the door, there was a small "mrow" and the envelope was snatched by something.
There was the tearing noise of paper as the envelope was opened, before there was a long silence.
While Tristan was out examining plants in various areas of the park, both wild and then the ones treated by the mowers, Elisa called him. He was at first confused, before realizing something and picking it up.
"Tristan. We have something to talk about."
"I can tell. You used the wristband to call? The hell happened, are you okay?"
It was a video call, a holographic screen poking out of his wristband. He watched in horror as Elisa showed him the photos of him.
"...Holy f--k. I didn't realize it was this bad. So you know the weird creepy letters I've been ignoring? I told the dude I didn't like him... God, Elisa... Oh god Elisa I can tell what you are thinking, no."
Elisa sighed. "Fine, I won't beat him to a crisp. You'd better give me something good though..."
Paris had returned home dropping the hoodie next to his bag and sitting on his bed.
he hummed to himself, a song he loved very much. he didn't know if Tristan was home he didn't care to figure it out either. he was more interested in figuring out how tomorrow will play out for him.
Tristan sighed back to Elisa, but with a small grin. He started to go back home for the night.
"Tonight. You'll see in CAMP. I have the perfect mode for you... it will be a blast. I'll even let you start a gold hoard"
Elisa grinned. "Also... tomorrow, we are getting Azren to do the papers. I'm enrolling in all of your classes as a transfer student"
Tristan stared at her in shock. "You haven't studied a day!"
"You forgot what Cry gave us."
Tristan reluctantly grinned. "On second thought, at least don't steal my answers."
"Oh, you'll see the difference in work."
Both of them went to the apartment for the night, cuddling with each other quietly.
he didn't sleep that night. he just sat there, holding a singular picture.
once morning did creep up he stood, putting the picture under his pillow and grabbed his bag, walking quietly to school.
the only emotion he showed was grief. Paris was a good student, he knew none of his teachers would mind if he didn't attend class. instead he went to the third floor and sat in that desk again. no one ever used this room..
"I literally. Cannot believe. You came to attend school out of spite." Tristan had been talking like this to Elisa, attending his first class. He now shared all his classes with Elisa- Azren, whoever she was, had some power with getting whatever she had."
"Out of love for you too, I can't have anyone else with my precious big cat"
"Elisa- don't call me that in public" He snorted quietly. "Thankfully, I don't have to teach you everything that you've missed. You should be taking a test to see what you've learned prior to attending here soon."
"Hah, I reviewed everything during last game. That was fun"
The two went through their normal class schedule. Elisa did get some odd glances as she was new, but she possessively sat next to Tristan in every single class. Tristan not only tolerated this, but as a matter of fact, was glad that he finally managed to get Elisa to attend school for once in her life, even if she did bother a devil to get her to do it within one day.
around lunch Paris left the room and went to his locker to retrieve the brown paper bag.
he stood by it for a moment before closing it and sighing. he felt..dull and uninterested in everything around him.
he wondered if he looked as shitty as he felt.
Almost as if he was being spited, at that exact same time, Tristan and Elisa were walking together, hand-in-hand. They were chatting it up, describing with glee what seemed to be a bunch of stuff about both school and video games.
Tristan spotted Paris for a second, and his smile faded away, before Elisa just slapped him gently on the cheek. He blushed slightly, apologizing to her.
"Sorry, Elisa, got distracted."
"Surprised that you did. Oh I can't wait for gym, you know I like the tough stuff, like you."
"Elisa, public. Come on, kitty" He snorted, rubbing his knuckles on her head affectionately.
Elisa gave Paris a sideways glance, as if she knew who he was. She had a smirk on her face as she did so, clearly feeling absolutely no remorse for his emotional state.
he paid her no attention. he knew it would only fuel her. Instead, to drown them out he hummed his song and walked back to the third floor. he wasn't interested in lunch, just gave it to a random kid with the short comment "have it, you look like a skeleton."
he went back to the desk and pulled out he note book, wiring more nuty notes.
"I can't believe someone wants you. Don't they know that I already have you?" She purred at him.
Tristan sighed. "Elisa, I can't help that-"
"-you are hot as hell? I mean, I wouldn't want you to help stop that. Perfect body, perfect personality, perfect flaws"
Tristan turned red. "Elisa, damnit, I think I look like a tomato now."
writing* omg//
he grabbed all the notes he wrote in that short amount of time. they were nowhere near loving, mostly gibberish and anger. he'd stuff them into his locker and walk away, sitting at a bench at the end of the hall, looking down at his lap and trying not to burst into tears.
he tried to ignore the ones already falling.
If any notes managed to be in Tristan's locker, Elisa would just casually pull them out and shred them without even looking.
"Elisa, promise me you won't mess up the room with the paper."
"No promises. I know you want to do it too-"
Tristan glanced away to stare at Paris before turning back to her. "...yeah. Hope he can find someone else instead of us"
"For his own sake" Elisa patted Tristan on the head. "See, I can be somewhat heartful at times. Like, about- you know what, let's not say the percentage."
Elisa absolutely refused to leave Tristan's side now during the school hours. She'd probably leave him be after school where he travelled distances to conduct studies and she stayed in her room to play around. Even while she did feel some pity for poor Paris, who must've had a broken heart, she would make sure she had Tristan as long as she lived.
Oh - description of how Elisa looks
She's tall, as tall as Tristan, and also extremely fit and muscular, more so than him. She's the brawns to Tristan's brains. She wears a similar lion's mane sweater to him and also expensive clothing on the daily.
She has long red hair with streaks of gold through it and brown eyes with gold flecks.))
they were all, in fact, stuffed into Tristan's locker.//
he held onto one of the notes, he was gripping it like it was a life line.
that one he wanted to give to him personally but he just didn't have the energy to get up and walk over. not right now. he looked up and stared at him and him only. he still only emoted grief.
soon he stood and slowly walked over.
Elisa tugged Tristan to a halt. "Triistyyy you got a visitor-"
He glanced over to look at Paris. "Paris, man. I'm really sorry, but I have a girlfriend." He clearly pitied the poor guy, not knowing what Paris would do or react. Though, he did have a small nervous feeling about being near him. He just didn't feel the most safe- as a matter of fact, quite paranoid knowing that Paris had photos of him from his own apartment.
"There are plenty of fish in the sea, including you. Don't want to let the cat get it's claws on you." Elisa casually played with her nails.
he stopped next to them and looked at them.
he didn't say anything and when he opened his mouth to another student, male, called his name and waved. Paris looked at him, his features softened as he smiled and waved back.
either this was a friend or a bit more.
The white haired boy just shoved the note into Tristen's hands, not even giving him a second glance before trotting up to the other male and giving him a hug.
it was another "love letter."
it was somehow the most horrifying one. in short it was him saying he'll kill Tristen then himself. though it was vague so perhaps it was read wrong.
Paris talked to the other student for a bit. it was becoming clear they were only friends. they soon parted ways as Paris returned to the desk on the third floor.
"...On second thought, T, we are going to the police. Because I'm going to be a nice girl and not do anything frownable upon" Elisa pat Tristan on the back, but was pretty clearly holding back rage.
"...let's go. The moment school ends. I don't trust the staff officials to do this." Tristan was now even closer to Elisa, glancing upwards and looking at where Paris went, extremely concerned.
"I'll keep you alive. He'd have to go through me to get to you-"
"Elisa. Just let the police do their jobs"
he was smiling to himself now, even if he didn't kill Tristan he was going to do it to himself.
he went to the corner of the room, glancing out of the window. he felt a bit sorry for his friend and removed the knife he was hiding in his boot.
Elisa called the cops as Tristan walked to find out where Paris was, realizing that he was probably going to do something to himself.
He separated from Elisa for just a moment, as she was trying to convince the police that "damnit, this isn't a goddamn prank call. School's pretty much over, you are fine coming over."
Tristan peeked into the room. "...Paris?"
Paris didn't answer, he was sitting on the floor hunched over. weakly humming to himself, a bit of blood had seeped out from under him.
he looked up a little and stared at him and smiled.
"i don't think..your girlfriend likes me very much." he joked, chuckling a bit before his smile fell and he looked away.
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a mistake. Paris quickly thrusted the knife up, stabbing his stomach and moving the blade upwards.
"i told you, im going to kill you." he smiled, it was the sweetest thing..
he then gave him a hug. "im sorry..i never take rejection well..maybe if i did..would could have been friends instead.." he closed his eyes, letting himself bleed out.
sorry for stabbing your oc now it depends on you if he lives or not.//
Tristan gritted his teeth in pain, patting Paris on one arm.
"Some people are just that way. I don't blame you. One question though... Would you like to see CAMP?"
Tristan struggled as he bled, but if Paris noticed before he closed his eyes, he would notice his blood wasn't just red. A deep gold substance was mixed with this. Along with this, Tristan seemed...oddly used to physical injury.
"Transfer Ability Activated. Override skill: Second Wind Activated. Lethal wound overridden." The wristband on his arm expanded into a gauntlet, stating his health currently as if it was in terms of a game. His wound would immediately start to heal over.
Tristan and Elisa were not just normal. They had bound themselves to a game system years ago- a matter of fact, an alternate universe used for games in reality. And as some of the highest rated players... especially due to who they truly were... They had some tricks up their sleeves.
he fell over to the side, he didn't care anymore.
Paris just ignored him, holding his wound, wanting to die slowly. he wanted to savor his last breaths even if they were in a shitty old classroom.
So basically, both of these characters are full-time players of a game system called CAMP. It isn't like typical games though, and quite literally uses your physical body with some modifications.
Tristan and Elisa are tied for the second in the leaderboard of the game. Due to their registration and high ranking, they basically are virtual in a way, so linked within the system that skills and abilities work in the real world. Except- the game also is the real world in a way, so it causes them to be deeply linked.
Tristan is actually a manticore person, and Elisa a griffin person. Their lore runs a lot more deep but I'd be writing about 10 essays to get into it))
"Paris. You know what, f--k staying secret, you aren't dying just yet, until you answer my question. And not in the middle of a goddamned school"
On his wristband, now turned into a gauntlet, a magic bar popped up. He selected 'Healing' and pressed his hand to the wound on Paris. Tristan had some of Elisa's stubbornness and was going to heal Paris's wound unless he said otherwise.
Elisa stalked into the room. "Tristan, why do I sense the life bond being tugged at- why are you bleeding? I wanted to be the one getting stabbed goddamnit"
(Basically Elisa managed to adopt the powers of courage and physical war but in exchange is reckless. Tristan got the power of extreme knowledge, strategy (like pre-planning), and ranged war but in exchange is quite cowardly. They basically fixed their flaws by teaming up. ))
he had slipped out of consciousness a bit ago.
the tiny white haired boy coughed a minute, curling up into himself, grabbing his stomach and whimpering
"Paris. Rejection isn't worth dying. One life is worth getting all you can do across, not ending it in one down moment. Now, asking the question again. Would you want to enroll in CAMP?"
Elisa sighed quietly. "And you call me the cruel one just because I chop people with an axe. And here you are healing someone who wanted to die"
"Elisa, there's a difference. Also you can't blame me for trying to save a life"
brb!//
he opened up his eyes and looked at him with a squint. "do i- oh..its you." he laid his head back down. "i don't wanna go to some summer camp, that sounds dumb."
"It's not a summer camp. Year round, bends the laws of time and space by operating in a different universe. Basically allows you to personally play in video games and challenges while being able to control some settings, from serious games to knowing battles to just goofing around. Basically, you become your own character in games. And death isn't permanent there because it's a game."
Elisa raised an eyebrow as she stared at Tristan. "Man, you are like one of those commercial sellers. Except you forgot the best part. Being able to hoard shiny objects and whack people with an axe and enjoy pain!"
Elisa, not everyone is like you." Tristan snorted quietly. This was a topic the two went through a lot in friendly banter
"Whatever it is i don't want it and i don't want you near me." He paused and mumbled. "Not anymore.."
He curled up a little more, facing away from him. "Go away."
"said knife is next to you." he mumbled again. soon foot steps could be heard and in walked the student Paris was talking to earlier that day.
Paris looked up at him and smiled, sitting up. "hello, Bruce."
'Bruce' looked around, he saw red(the blood) but no cuts on anyone. "uh.." Paris stood and walked to him. "just paint. i was thinking about ditching you wanna join?" Bruce nodded and left with the little man.
Bruce told Paris to keep going and that he would catch up then turned and looked at Tristan.
"if you knew it was him writing the notes, then you should have confronted him sooner. why didn't you?"
"I didn't know he wrote the notes until yesterday. Also, I'm keeping this quiet with you, but I could cause him to go to jail at any moment in time, and will be a good person and an example to Elisa here and not do it. Also, try talking to someone madly in love with you when you already have someone whom you've been with for years" Tristan sighed
"madly in love" he laughed. "you have no idea.." And with that he turned and walked away, catching up with Paris.
"I don't, and don't want to know either." He sighed audibly.
Elisa cleaned up the rest of the room. "...I am forcing you to wear cat ears for the rest of the entire next day"
"Honestly, just do it" he sighed. "Long day, let's go home. And get ready to move out of this town before we get too involved"
hi, is that a dude wearing a skirt or a lady? cuz..paris be the gay.
