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It was absolutely pouring outside tonight, crashing thunder randomly happening through out it. Any smart person would have been inside by now, anyone but Sad little Larry. Waiting with his broken umbrella for the next bus.
“God why me.. out of all the days to rain..” Larry groaned, watching all the passing cars go by trying to get one to stop for him. Watching as nice red one flashed its lights at him making his eyes light up a little, before the car drove into a puddle, making him get absolutely drenched in dirty street water. He could even hear the distant sound of laughter as it speeded away.
Larry started to tear up “That’s what I get for trusting anyone!” He yelled kicking a near by can, making it ricochet on the nearby street lamp, onto his face, sticking on for a moment, before falling to the floor making him absolutely burst into tears. “JUST GREAT! UGHH.” He wailed, plopping onto the concrete getting his clothes dirty and wet, just making his cry harder.
“You doing ok buddy?” Said an ominous stranger, lingering over him. Wearing a nice Leather Bomber Jacket, covered in Patches.
Larry didn’t flitch at all, just sighing deeply “Yeah…”
“Aww come on I know something’s got you down.” The man said, reaching his hand out to Larry “It’s ok you can tell me.!”
Larry grabbed his hand, getting pulled up by the man. Now getting a closer look at him, He looked happy. Like genuinely happy. Larry sighed again “I don’t know.. I’ve just.. been trying everything to be happy..! Nothing..”
“Well hows about I get you a drink, on me!”
Larry didn’t even like to drink, but this was really the first time anyone had actually wanted to hang out with him. Honestly the only time.. So he wiped his tears and nodded.
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“Just near this deep ominous ally come on!” He said grabbing Larry’s wrist and walking in.
The ally was nasty, one flicking light of the middle of it. The walls covered in graffiti and dirt. There was even some syringes on the floor.. ew..
“Uhh are you sure about this.. whoever your are..?”
“The Purple-Shirted Eye-Stabber.”
“Oh hello.. I’m Larry.” Larry stopped in his tracks “Wait the what.”
Sure enough pulling his Jacket off, Reveling his purple jacket underneath, it was covered with multiple daggers, shinning in the moonlight.Larry wasn’t even phased, he genuinely wanted to die.
The purple shirted man grabbed one of his shinny Daggers out of his coat, and tried to stab Larry in his eyes, all in one breath.. But he missed.
“What?!” He yelled, trying to stab him again, missing again making Larry Cry.
“GOD I CANT DO ANYTHING RIGHT. NOT EVEN GET MURDERED.” He wailed.
“Oh for fucks sake! Can’t you shut up?!” The purple shirted man screamed, Slamming the dagger on the ground near Larry’s feet, it ricocheting on the floor then right back into his hand again.
“What the?!” He slammed it again, the same thing happened. Again and again, landing in his hands.
“How are you doing that?!” He yelled, throwing the dagger at Larry’s chest, it bouncing off his small silver name tag and back into his hand. “I don’t know.” Larry muttered “I’ve tried killing my self over and over.. but I guess God hates me and what’s me to suffer.!?” Larry wailed, tears streaming down his cheeks, face all puffy and red.
The Purple-Shirted Eye-Stabber thought for a minute, watching the Sad man’s face as he looked at right back at him in absolute misery, weeping like a big ass baby.
“Say that knife bouncing thing you do could do some real damage.!” He said, playing with his dagger “Ever thought of becoming a murder?”
Larry stopped crying, wiping his tears on his arms and looking into the murders eyes.
Yeah, Larry had killed endangered animals in the past and he absolutely heated it, but he never went through with shooting an actual person.
“No.?”
“Would you like to be one?”
Well that is something he hasn’t tried yet.. maybe being a horrible deranged cereal killer could help him be happy! (God that sounds horrible.)
“What do you say Larry..?”
Sad Larry looked the dagger in the man’s hands, it reflecting like a little mirror. Well this was probably the only time a person would actually want him around.. Larry nodded his head slowly.
“That’s the spirit!” He said pulling him closer, then taking Larry’s Phone outta his pocket. Before Larry could even say anything he pointed at the screen “Here’s my Number, meet me at this exact spot tomorrow at 11. Got it?” He said, throwing it back to him, making Larry all startled, messing with the phone like he was playing a game of hot potato.
Looking at the screen it already had his name right next to it with a small knife and eye emoji next to it.
“O-Ok Purple-Shirted Eye-Stabber”
“Oh no Purple-Shirted Eye-Stabber is too formal, just call me Eye-Stabber.” He smirked, picking his coat off the wet floor, putting in on and walking away like nothing ever happened. “See you soon Larry..~” he said with a smile before walking around the street corner.
“B-Bye.. Eye-Stabber.”