Abattoir POV
My name is Abattoir Expiry, and I know, original name. Blame my parents for that.
Too bad they're already with God up there in the heavens. Anyway, me and my group of friends, which by the way are monsters, are eating our packed up foods inside this wonderful forest.
Let me introduce them.
(Verdana): Jyehehehe! Look at this, Abattoir! It's a... leaf. *Shows a single piece of leaf that came from the trees to Abattoir*
This is Verdana. No last name.
She wears a purple scarf on her neck, and she's a skeleton. As for why I know her gender, well, because she sounds like a female, so I just assume that this skeleton is a female.
She has clothes similar to that of a battle armor, well, plastic battle armor, that is. I mean, she's a skeleton, and she doesn't need to wear clothes, but being naked is probably embarrassing for her.
(Thew): Does the leaf... LIFT?!
And this is Thew. No last name, too.
He's a floating horse that is on steroids or something. I know that he exercises to gain those swole muscles, but I like to think that he's on steroids.
He wears those slightly destroyed T-shirt that says, "Muscle is Power!", or MiP for short. And he doesn't wear pants or shorts, because he doesn't have legs and instead have those, umm, fish tail?
I don't know, I think those are fish tails, and he floats off the ground, too. I never ask him, and I don't care, and he probably has the ability to levitate... lucky bastard.
(Sludge): *Wiggles that translates to "I don't think leaf, uh, lift, Thew."*
And this is Sludge, and he's a slime. A green slime, to be exact.
Sludge right here is a smart dude... but he can't talk, so that's a bummer. He can only communicate to people (Or monsters) by wiggling to them.
I don't know how Verdana and Thew know his language, but I do know something that I learned from school. It's that slimes like Sludge has different types of languages.
Can you believe it?! Who knew that wiggling has so many different languages, but lowkey, it kinda make sense... not.
(Abattoir): Yeah, what Sludge said. Anyway, this weather is mad brick, guys.
(Verdana): I don't know about you, but skeletons don't feel cold because we don't have skins. And we don't have nervous system. The answer? Magic~. *Does some voodoo black magic shit hand motions*
(Thew): I don't need heaters when I can always use my muscles. My muscles produce heat, so you could say I'm... HOT as hell.
I hummed in acceptance. A rimshot came out of nowhere.
(Abattoir): Verdana is a bad influence. So bad she even corrupted Thew with her... PUNNY and HUMERUS jokes. *Grins in comedy and pun*
And another rimshot came out of the void, or in the sky... I think.
(Sludge): ...*Wiggles that translates to "Like you're one to talk."*
(Abattoir): *Sigh* I know, Sludge, I know. So, what are you guys doing this weekend? *Eats a plain and bland sandwich that Abattoir made*
(Thew): I decided I'm going to become... a training instructor.
(Abattoir): *Hums* Make sense, because you're a flying muscle horse who's addicted to training and such. How about you, Sludge? What are you going to do during the weekends?
(Sludge): *Wiggles that translates to "I'm just going to chill on the beach. The sand on my slimey body feels great."*
(Abattoir): I thought you don't feel anything since, you know, you're a slime. *Continues eating the half-assed made sandwich*
(Sludge): *Wiggles that translates to "Unlike Verdana and Thew here, I have nervous system. I know it might sound weird, but I just do."*
(Abattoir): I... *Sigh* Whatever you say, my good old slime pal. *Continues eating the still crappy and probably shitty sandwich... is this thing edible?*
(Verdana): I'm going to become a Royal Guards(Wo)man.
(Abattoir): Why though? You can become a chef instead of a soldier.
(Verdana): Well, ever since my mom died from one of the bandit's ambush, my father decided to make me become a symbol of hope, which is to become a Royal Guard. And my father is also a Royal Guard serving the king of the monsters, Morgore Dreemurr.
The three of us, me, Sludge, and Thew were silent for a few minutes. I never thought that Verdana, a cheerful and optimistic skeleton, has a tragic backstory.
(Abattoir): ...Phew! Is it just me, or is the THYME here getting slower after that. It feels like 1 year has passed, even though it's only a second.
(Sludge): *Wiggles that translates to "Wow, mood."*
(Thew): Even I have to agree with Sludge here, despite not knowing what he's talking about. Is Sludge a boy or a girl?
(Abattoir): I don't know. Sludge, you're a boy or girl?
(Sludge): *Wiggles that translates to "I'm a boy, if you guys are wondering. Though, I'm pretty sure Abattoir knows that."*
(Thew): What did he say?
(Abattoir): He says he's a boy.
(Thew): Huh, good to know.
(Verdana): Hey boys, what THYME is it?
(Thew): I don't know. Abattoir?
(Abattoir): I don't care.
(Sludge): *Wiggles that translates to "I think it's already 11:34 pm."*
(Verdana): I don't what he said. Abattoir, translate.
(Abattoir): *Munching on his trash sandwich before talking* 11:34 pm. *Continues to finish(K.O.-ing) the sandwich*
(Verdana): Kyaaaaa! I'm late! My father is going to be mad because I'm late. *Packs her stuff and hurries out of the forest*
(Thew): What's eating her?
(Abattoir): It's probably her dad training and disciplining her to become a Royal Guard, or that's what I assume. It's probably the former and the latter. *Already K.O.'d the sorry for an excuse sandwich*
(Sludge): *Wiggles that translates to "I'm going home, too, guys. I think my parents are worried about me.", then leaves the group to go in the direction of his home*
(Thew): I'm going to leave, too. My mom is probably worried about me. See you on Monday, Abattoir! *Leaves, too*
With everybody gone, I'm the only one left here. It's so... quiet.
I tried calling for someone to see if there's anybody here. I shouted and shouted at the forest.
But nobody came.
(Abattoir): ...*Looks to the ground*... This is fine. Besides, I'm going to meet my friends on Monday, or August 4, 845, because that's the start of the school. *Sigh* I just don't care anymore. *Also leaves this spot in the forest* Well, YOLO, so this is pretty much... a LEAF of faith.
And those damn rimshots were all over the place. Like, where are they coming from.
But I decided to stop questioning the broken laws of physics and start hauling my ass to my home. A dumpy ass home, but it's still my home nonetheless.
We got garbage, trash, and... that's about it. I'm going to sleep now, because I got school tomorrow.
Ah, yes, the prison but not really. I still need to learn some shit during my age, which is 6 years old.
That means I'm a Grade 1 student. Man, how do I keep managing to forget my grade level is beyond me, but like always, I don't care.
I jumped on top of my bed and sleep.
(Abattoir): Sleep means energy, and I need energy for tomorrow... *Snores like a silent scream*
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A/N: I SUDDENLY HAVE AN IDEA, AND BOOM. THIS IS THE IDEA. ENJOY AND SAVOUR THE STORY.
Characters:
Name - Abattoir Expiry ||| Age - 6 Years Old ||| Personality - Apathetic to his surroundings, but kinda cares for his friends.
Name - Verdana (No last name) ||| Age - 7 Years Old ||| Personality - Cheerful and optimistic skeleton, but gets serious if she has to.
Name - Thew (No last name) ||| Age - 6 Years Old ||| Personality - Tends to be scary to the people, but is actually a chill and cool dude.
Name - Sludge (No last name) ||| Age - 8 Years Old ||| Personality - Smart and knows his stuff, but doesn't talk much to other people besides his best friends.