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Line 23: Yeah, Saturday the sixteenth. 'It's a weekend, surely someone should be here.' She thought, 'Mom should be sleeping, Lily should be cooking, Olivia should be being a ~~nuisance…~~nuisance... Heck, even DAD should be here since he has Saturdays off!" This was getting weird. Or, maybe it wasn't? Maybe it was just her paranoia acting up again. She tends to do that sometimes- overreact over nothing. Yeah, just paranoia. Line 73: Of course, Lucy's first thought was to kick whoever this was where the sun don't shine and make a break for it, but when she turned around she saw sincerity in the stranger's eyes. Pleading and telling the truth. "~~Alright…~~Alright..." Lucy said, suspicious of this guy, but willing to hear him out for at least a couple minutes. "Thank you, thank you!" He said still quiet. "A million times, thank you!" Line 79: "Cut to the chase, why'd you take me and why're we here?" "Ah, yes, I suppose I should explain myself," he started, a little more relaxed now that was sure she wasn't going to flee, "it's a long story, but you've got to believe ~~me…~~me... Perhaps instead, I should explain on the way- it'll take a while." "Wha-," she cut herself off, "On the way? On the way to where?" Line 85: "Please," the stranger pleaded, "you've got to trust me, I'm trying to keep us safe." Lucy narrowed her eyes at this weirdo, "What do you even mean by that? We're not in danger or ~~anything…~~anything..." She thought for a second, "Well, at least I'm not." He threw her another look of worry. Line 97: "The name's Arthur, by the way." ---- Arthur and Lucy had finally arrived to a spot in the forest Arthur'd mentioned was 'sacred' or some crap like that. Line 111: "What, 'people'?" She tilted her head. "Yeah, they're not so ~~much…~~much... human, really." "Oh," she said, "okay." Line 117: Arthur took a pop-tart from out of his cloak pocket and began munching on it. "…..." Lucy stared at him in disbelief. Who the fudge carries a pop-tart around in their pockets? He took note of the silence and looked over at Lucy, "Oh! I'm sorry- do you want some?" Her stomach started grumbling, then she remembered that she hadn't had breakfast yet. But that pop-~~tart…~~tart... she swore she could see some kind of fungus on it, maybe it was lint. That doesn't make it any better, though! She sighed in defeat, "If it's not too much of a bother." Lucy grimaced as she glanced at the moldy treat. Line 133: As Arthur munched on his half again, Lucy realized that it was only now that she got a chance to take in the features of the young man. He had blonde hair, a bit lighter than her's, but definitely messier- probably from the hood on the cloak. He had green eyes that matched perfectly with the trees surrounding them. ~~And…~~And... Very large eyebrows. One could mistake them for large caterpillars if they didn't know better. He kind of ate like a rabbit, holding the food with both hands and taking just little bites at a ~~time…~~time... "So, what's your name, then?" Lucy was snapped out of her examination of the blonde lad. Line 141: "No, I was just snooping through out the shadows of the buildings in your neighborhood- when I saw you. You seemed perfectly healthy with a tired expression on your face. Plus, you were there at all. Just from this, I could tell they hadn't gotten you yet. I was shocked to see someone else, in all honesty." Arthur looked at Lucy and sighed. Lucy was taken aback, "What? You mean no one was in the ~~neighborhood…~~neighborhood... because-" "Before you question anything more, you didn't answer my previous question." Line 155: Lucy dead-panned, "No." She told immediately. Arthur looked a bit surprised at the suddenness of her answer, "Oh," he murmured, "well, it's a very lovely name either ~~way…~~way..." She felt a bit sad that she had given him such a sharp answer, perhaps he had taken it as her snapping at him. Line 173: Arthur gave somewhat of a solemn look, "Follow me." ---- The two individuals walked through the forest, dodging any fallen trees that lay in their path. It was ~~about…~~about... What- ten, eleven? Twelve o'clock? It must've been pretty late by now, seeing as though much time has past since this morning and they'd been walking for a while. "Haha, no way!" Lucy laughed while walking, looking over at Arthur. Line 204: "What ever." Lucy rolled her eyes. "So, I know it's…s... unsafe for me to leave you, but you have to trust me again. I need you to stay right here and hide yourself the best you can with leaves and twigs or whatnot." "W-What?" Lucy stuttered, "You said yourself that the whole reason you got me to come along is to keep my, including yourself, safe! And you're going to leave knowing it's dangerous? Where to anyways?" Line 214: "You'll get the answers you seek for soon enough, we just need to get through this first." "…..." Lucy sent him a death-glare, but her gaze softened as his forest-green orbs looked into hers pleadingly. Maybe he knew what was for the best. "Fine. Just be sure to make it quick." She whispered. "Righty-o, m'dear," he flashed another smile, "I'll be off then, and I promise to hurry." Line 242: Lucy stopped in her tracks and the figure came closer. "W-Why are you in the forest?" She asked, looking up. Although it wasn't too good of lighting, the moon shone down and she could get an okay look at the guy. Jet black hair swept to the side and covering a part of his right eye. His ~~eyes…~~eyes... They were a strange hue of blue, or so she thought. It looked more like purple to her. Deep purple. He towered at least five inches taller than her, he was rather thin. She could make out freckles, too. He was relatively handsome. Line 268: "Hm," he hummed, "alright. The least ya' can do is tell me ya' actual name, then. Must be something' beautiful- just like ya'self." He smiled expectantly. She blushed, but tried her best to conceal it with her hair, "~~…Lucy~~...Lucy. My name, that is." He gasped, back to his normal boisterous self rather than speaking in a serious tone, "That. Is. The. Most. Beautiful. Name," he paused between each word, "and I was right- perfectly suited for such an amazing gal." He added wistfully. Line 279: "Hey, hey- easy now! A guy can forget. I don't know why you're so defensive about harmless little pet-names. I think they're cute!" He squeed. "Yeah, okay, ~~whatever…~~whatever..." She muttered under her breath. "So, if ya don't want me asking' 'bout ya'self, can I ask why ya' friend's doin' out here so late?" Line 296: "Arthur said he would tell me when he got the chance." She shrugged. "Ah," he said with a slight thinking face, "so Arthur's his name. So, since ya' two just ~~met…~~met... But ya' said that ya were waitin' for a friend?" "Well, I mean," Lucy said, caught off guard, "he's kind of my friend- we met early this morning." Line 310: "Did he mention anythin' else?" He prodded. "~~Hm…~~Hm..." She raked her brain for a minute, "well, he said that the one place, the 'safe' place, where 'they' couldn't find us was that one spot in the forest." The deep purple orbs of the attractive boy inflated as he sucked in a gasp of air. Line 316: "What?" Lucy queried. "I know what you're talkin' 'bout ~~now…~~now..." He whispered, staring at the ground with wide eyes. "W-What? You do?" "Yeah, I'm one of the few who know about them and keep up defense against them," he looked over at her and scarcely said- barely above nothing, "I was wonderin' why every place was so barren, but I was hopin' that it wasn't ~~so…~~so..." His eyes flickered to the ground, "'The Shadow ~~Lurkers…~~Lurkers...'" "Is that what they're called?" She whispered to him. Line 326: "It's not what they're addressed as, more like a code name to reference them by. They're actual name is too horrid to even say." "What's their actual ~~name…~~name...?" The stranger looked at her with tears welling in his eyes, "the smelly ~~poopies…~~poopies..." and then lucy realized she had been talking to her half of the pop-tart after taking the first bite out of it and she imagined the whole thing Line 336: the end [[Category:Deletion Log Refugees]] [[Category:~~Shok~~WHAT ~~ending~~A TWIST!]] [[Category:Good?]]▼ [[Category:And then a skeleton popped out]] [[Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck]] ▲[[Category:~~Good?~~Trollpasta]] {{Comments}} [[Category:MOTHER OF FUCK THIS PAGE IS LONG LIKE MY PAINIS]]