Intro To Existing Again

Cabrary

"Nickel."

She stayed quiet. Was this what deja vu felt like?

"Niiiickeeel..."

She caved. "What?"

3GS held up his drawing for Nickel to see. "What do you think?"

"It's..." Nickel narrowed her eyes. "...abstract."

"Is that a good thing?"

Abstract was a good word to describe 3GS' creation. Well, maybe a better word would've been "incomprehensible." Scribbles overlapped scrawls, colors clashed, and there was not a single recognizable shape on the paper.

"...Sure," Nickel said, with absolutely no hesitation. Suddenly, 3GS got an idea, and smiled to himself. "What's with your face?"

3GS grabbed an extra piece of paper and a gray crayon, which he used to quickly scribble down his silly yet genius idea. When he was done, he showed Nickel.

"It's you!" He said with a laugh. Huh. When was the last time he laughed?

Nickel snorted. "That's a circle with legs."

"Your name is Nickel, isn't it? I'd say it looks just like you!"

"That doesn't look like any coin I've seen."

"Hey, that's mean! You're mean!"

"And proud!"
They both laughed.

"So," 3GS said. "What're you drawing?"

Without asking, and without even letting Nickel process the question, he picked up her sketchbook, much to her horror.

"Don't touch that!" She snapped, snatching the book out of 3GS' hands then clutching it to her chest.

"Wh-"

"If you want to see it, you ask!"

"I did!"
"Ask before touching, you moron! Why are you so dense?! Who raised you?!"

3GS shrunk back into his chair. He gripped his sleeves and stared at the ground. How smart he was...
"Seriously, what makes you think you can just– just go around grabbing peoples crap?!"

He's back. He's there again. The wrench comes down. It hurts.

"I get you wanted to see my art, but you don't touch my stuff, okay? I– 3GS?"

Nickel isn't there anymore. It is him. The wrench comes down. It hurts.

"3GS? Dude? Are you okay?"

"I'm sorry," MePhone3GS mumbles. It's so cold. The wrench comes down. Again. Again and again and again and again and again. Something breaks.

"Don't cry..."

The wrench comes down. He can't feel it anymore.

"I have to go," MePhone3GS stated. He stood up abruptly and left the art room, not even bothering to pick up his doodles or put his supplies back.

—

MePhone3GS sat in the corner of his room. He was having a good day. For once, he was genuinely feeling good and getting along with somebody without acting like a fool, and he just had to relive a particularly unpleasant punishment. He thought he would be able to show up to that sleepover in a good mood. Why did he have to be so stupid?

He stayed in his room for a while. Eventually he felt better, but he didn't really want to leave his room, so he paced around and touched a bunch of things until it was four o'clock.