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It was a late night In Crossroads during the much awaited phestival, Ice Cream v popsicle. the city centre was crowded, with many inphernals chatting amongst themselves under the dimly lit tower. You could smell the sweet atmosphere of all the food stalls accompanied by a refreshing breeze. The phestival was going perfect, so thought Traffic as he inhaled his cigarette and calmly exhaled, taking in the peaceful yet chaotic atmosphere.
As Traffic examined each and every stall from a distance, he looked off to his side to see his neighbour, Pwnatious. He could sense something was off about them even though Pwnatious was sitting back and taking slow sips of their tea with a smug smirk of their face. As he investigated closer, he caught it. Pwnatious breathing was off, they had a cold sweat coming down their face and the most obvious part, their bodyguard was not there. Traffic silently cursed himself for not noticing that at first.
“Maybe I should check If they are alright?”
Traffic thought to himself while inhaling and exhaling his cigarette again.
“Surely their Biograph, Carnage is just gone to fetch them something? Pwnatious will be fine.”
He felt a wave of concern wash over him.
“I’m doing it, who knows what can happen to them, I’ll just ask if they are alright”
Traffic cautiously approaches Pwnatious stall, feeling a bit nervous as a small drop of sweat falls down his cheek, he takes one more inhale from his cigarette and tosses it off to the side while exhaling heavily. Pwnatious stops sipping their tea mid-way and looks up and down at Traffic with a look of disdain directly displayed on their face.
“Sup P-”
“Shut it swine! I do not know If it has gotten through that thick skull of yours, but I DO NOT talk to low life defective creatures like you!”
Pwnatious Harshly interrupted Traffic, raising their voice in an attempt to shut down any conversation with Traffic.
“Geeze... So aggressive for what.?”
Traffic heavily sighed feeling personally attacked, looking off to the floor wishing he still had his cigarette.
“Dude I just came up here to see if you're alright, your Biograft is gone, no need to be so harsh.”
“So what? Think I’m not capiable of protecting myself?!”
Pwnatious narrowing their eyes taking this all as some attack, giving him a dirty look.
“No no! Not at all! It’s just you bring him everywhere with you and I noticed your Biograph was missing.”
He stepped back putting his arms up sheepishly, sweat dripping from his face.
“My apologies, I'll get going now.”
“Good.”
Traffic quickly runs back to his stall in defeat, grabbing his box of cigarette’s and swiftly lights one, wanting to hide away in shame, he was used to this but damm every time It hurt. Soon enough his throat began to burn, he could feel every single sweat particle drip down his face. He quickly packed up his junk and began his walk back to Ghosdeeris library, maybe there he could get some peace.
“HAHAHAHAAHHA Carnage look at that patheti- Carnage.?!?”
Pwnatious looked down sheepishly closing their eyes”
“Right, you're still gone...”
They whispered under their breath, feeling that cold sweat again their breath feeling unstable again, their smirk was breaking. Soon enough everyone began to make their way home one after another. Soon enough It was just Pwnatious left, no sign of Carnage anywhere.