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It had been a painful and long day for you so you’d rather not talk about it. You are a (female/male) who has very little friends and a shitty reputation. Your name is (First name) (Last name) and you were blessed with (Hair length) black hair. You have perfectly smooth and clear grey skin and have a (Body type, curvy, fluffy, healthy, husky, Ect.) body. You absolutely hate the way you look, and constantly think that, that’s the reason nobody likes you, and your constantly changing yourself because of it. You slugged your backpack over your shoulders and began your walk home. Your parents couldn't afford for you to be able to ride the bus, nor could they afford many good things in life, but you could live with it. You, being as generous as you were, you’d practically told them that you would share half your paycheck with them so that they could live a little better.
You were almost all the way down the school driveway when you heard a wolf whistle coming from somewhere. As it turned out, it came from just behind yourself, it was this male in a white shirt with the arm-part ripped off, in the middle of the shirt was a purple Aquarius sign, He had lightning bolt horns, he also wore black jeans and held a white cigar in his mouth, you, couldn't tell if he was smoking it or just using it to attract attention.
Next to him, and a little bit shorter, was a man who looked a little like him, he had matching horns at least. He was much shorter and seemed as if he carried himself higher than the other troll with a greaser look to him.
The short troll’s appearance was much more complicated to explain but you’d have this out of the way in no time. You took note of his interesting taste in fashion, you weren't really one to talk or think more rather. You were wearing a black tank top on with a ( Zodiac sign ) over the front, and on the back a Hero of (God tier aspect symbol). You also wore a pair of ( black short shorts for girls // Black jeans for guys, don't argue ) You realized that your ass had been showing just a little bit. While you don’t like to complain you hated it when that happened, mostly because of your self consciousness towards the chubbiness of your own body. You sighed as you stuck up your middle finger, showing that you didn't give a fuck about what he thought or anything related to that topic. The young male beside him started laughing so hard that he was almost to the point of crying.
“cro, i thought you said you had ‘it’ wwhen it came ta flirtin wwith the ladies?” He asked, tripping over his w’s.
“I do, it’s just that this hottie vwon’t givwe a damn about vwhat I think, And I think she needs ta be taught a lesson.” ‘Cro’ said as he started to make his way over to you, and all you could do was stand with your eyes wide, your (eye color) orbs shooting down to the ground as you whimpered quietly at the mere thought of being beaten to death because of a simple gesture that you’d made.
You closed your eyes and moved your head away, expecting some sort of impact against your head. But instead, a sweet kiss was placed against your cheek, then a hand moved your head so that it was looking straight ahead. You kept your eyes tightly shut, not wanting to see who placed a kiss upon your cheek, you knew it, one wrong move and you would be dead, or so you thought.
You shot your eyes open with a tremendous fright, you thought you were going to be dead , but instead, you woke up in a cold sweat, and were treated to this heavenly place, it seemed as though you were in heaven. Perhaps you’d died a quick and painless death? No no, it’d be much more painful even if the term was ‘dying a quick and painless death’ though you couldn't really have died. Right?
No, of course not.
Your thoughts were broken when the clouds and air around you, shifted into water, a purple kind of water, although you didn’t have much trouble breathing underwater, you were afraid if you were going to drown in some sort of fantasy dream, but as it turned out, you were losing your breath and you simply couldn’t, move, you couldn’t even attempt to breath, your mind was going blimp from the severe lack of oxygen. As you took your final breath, which was full of water, that was quickly taken into your lungs, you reached out, because you’d seen a small shrivel of hope and though that it might’ve been someone to come and save you, and the last thing you saw, was lightning bolt horns before unconsciousness overtook you.
“Hey, svweet thing, you can open your eyes now if you vwant.” The man with the familiar voice said, it was a bit rough, but sounded as though it belonged to a greaser, although he looked nothing like it, what with his fins and horns, you could’ve easily mistaken him for a demon.
You hesitantly opened up your eyes, and frowned, he was close enough so that you could smell the alcohol and smoke on him, he didn’t smell too pleasant either, he smelled as though he’d been wearing the same thing for several years at the very least. You frowned and sighed, raising your foot then landed a kick to the side of his head, ending with his head underneath your shoe, which also gave him a great view of your (rear end, ass... uh butt?)
You growled and squeaked, holding your throat gently, as you got your foot off of him in order to of some use, help your injured throat. He smirked and laughed
“VWhat’s vwrong cutie? It vwas just gettin interestin- Vwhoa, are you gonna be okay?” He asked, although he’d never met you before, he sounded as though he was serious and honestly concerned. ‘What was with his change of attitude? You’d never seen that in a guy before, and most certainly, not in greasers.
You frowned and signed to him with sign language that only a few trolls knew mostly about.
‘what are you- ugh, no I’m fine, I’ll be just fine if I get some wat-’ and with that, your hands just froze, your hands had stopped making the sweet little signs which indicated water, and you lost it, your scream was that of a ear piercing shriek meant to rid of all sorts of evil, although it wasn't fairly healthy for you to be able to scream as it often twinged at your vocal cords if you so much as made a sound, but you did it anyways, you screamed with all your might, Cronus trying to help calm you down as you shut up after a while, tears tinted that of your blood color running down your cheeks. Your (hair length) bangs fell over your eyes as you cried quietly, your mouth practically bleeding from all of that use it had gone though.
Cronus let go after a few seconds and sighed. He then blinked a few times as his fins fluttered and his cheeks turned the most adorable shade of violet, perhaps he was thinking of something? Ah well, you’d have to discuss it later with him.
You frowned and gave a questioning look towards him as he failed to notice your now bleeding mouth.