Pink Guy walked through the woods, his feet crunching the leaves beneath him, loneliness creeping into him.
"Franku!" He called out, his voice bouncing off the trees and carrying itself away. He hadn't found Frank yet, but he certainly wouldn't give up hope.
An old building in the distance caught his eye, the walls caved in and crumbled at the ground, but somehow there was an almost peaceful aura around it. He decided to stay there for a little while. His stomach growled and his feet ached.
He took out one of the peanut butter sandwiches he packed and took a bite, grinning in satisfaction, but every time he looked at the second one, he felt a sad pang in his heart.
A rustling in the distance caught his attention, fear creeping up on him. He starts to panic, picking up his things and gets ready to run.
"F-franku?" He whispers out of fear and question.
The figure walks into view, white clothes on his body and a large straw hat adorned his head. Pink Guy yelps, ready to run out of sight.
"Wait!"
The familiar sounding voice stops him in his tracks, out of fear and out of hope.
"Pink Guy?" The figure questions, peaking Pink Guy's hope even more. The figure takes off his hat, Pink Guy's eyes widen as he does.
Dark hair, rough voice, glasses.
Frank.
"Pink Guy!" Frank shouts, a smile in his voice. Pink Guy squeals, the items in his hands falling to the ground as he runs toward his best friend and the person he thought he'd never see again.
As soon as Pink Guy hugged Frank, warm tears streamed down his cheeks soaking Frank's shirt in the process.
Frank hugs him back, and he never wanted to hug someone so badly. He didn't even like hugs.
But he could definitely make an exception this time.
