-Nega Scott sat on a snowy hill surrounded by dark forest, his red eyes gleaming in the snowy atmosphere. This was a time where Nega Scott wasn’t smiling, his thick eyebrows furrowed together on his grey skin. He growled, shifting his dark grey jacket onto himself as he dug his grey sneakers into the snow. He hated Scott, even if he was his ‘Positive’.-

-He sighed out fog in the Toronto air, scrunching his nose as his blue-gray hair blew in the wind, his hands grew lighter due to the snow.-