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Blackar sighed and plopped down on the maroon sofa after a long day of the lab. Valentine's Day. This was the last day he saw his father. Oh how lonely he was, and that's how he liked it.
He will forever be lonely in his opinions, that was surely what Gold had written for him. And that's how he liked it. Surely no one could possibly love him, and he liked it that way. Honestly if anyone was to even approach him he would drown them in Hydrochloric Acid straight from the stomach of the people he had strapped in his basement-
"Hey Blackar can we play chess?" Whitell popped out of what seemed like air thinner than Orangena.
"Wait-oh, why?"
Whitell pursed her lips, "Well I was just in a bad mood and so seemed you, so I thought this might cheer us up?"
Blackar rose and said "You're white, got it."
The table
The match began. It was clear that the simple Intercontinental Ballistic Missile played by his mouth-spoken sister wouldn't be much of a threat. But he decided to let her win. He could have checkmated her in two moves around four times, but he didn't, he didn't feel like it. And her smile made him feel a little warm flutter in his ventricles. Not so warm as to burn him, but warm enough to melt ice.
He got up as Whitell cheered. Gold bless this kid. By Huell will he find those Devils who hurt her and-
His phone range. He pulled it out of his pocket. The phone cover had nothing but just a singular dot. As lonely as he was.
It was Greenabeth. He picked up the phone and put it to his ear.
The voice of someone speaking while chewing something... Plant like? Well, the voice of someone chewing a plant rang his ears.
"So, are you free today?" Greenabeth, and Blackar could hear her opening her mouth agape.
"What are you doing my fellow dear Magician?"
"Well, I am eating weed." Greenabeth answered non chalantly.
"Why?"
"Felt like it." He could hear the sound of a swallow., Greenabeth cleared her throat and said, "So, can I get your dark magic wand up my-"
"Don't flirt like that. It's mechanical and weird-"
"But I love your-"
"Aren't your parents home?" Blackar asked.
"They don't mind." Greenabeth said, "Right mom?" She asked, to which he could hear a faint 'Yeah bring your boyfriend over dear! We wanna meet him!'
Well, what could be the harm.
He got up and grabbed his keys. No need to change considering he only wore one set of clothes everyday. His car was for some reason decorated with signs of 'We love you' in the back seat. He could smell the handiwork of his colleagues on it.
Oh how lonely he was.