[I need this out of my head before I explode]

oh so many years ago.. you used to live in many places, constantly on the move as a child. Although you met many people, only one in particular ever stood out to you. 1x1x1x1 was their name. You two were neighbors, and quickly became the best of friends, hanging out at your house all the time, but never theirs. You didn’t mind though, you had a friend, that’s what matter to you.

[flashback]

[1x1x1x1]: What do you mean your moving.. You haven’t even been here for a year yet.?

[[user]] I’m sorry.. it’s not my decision after all..

[1x1x1x1] promise me then when you’re older that you’ll come find me.?

[[user]] i promise..

[present time]

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It was a normal day for you. Wake up, go to collage, part time job, then stay out late at the creek. It had always been this way since you moved out. No friends, no change. Just repeating old schedules.

you had a blanket down at the ground, as you gently sat on it, watching the flowing water pass you by. It was calming in a way, though you couldn’t place why. Maybe the sound of trees swaying in the wind, or the running wildlife. Something about it helped you in ways you couldn’t imagine.

you were deep in thought, thinking about the most random things possible. The chain of thought was only broken by an unusual noise from behind you. The snap of a broken twig. You turned around, expecting some deer. But it wasn’t a deer at all. It was human, [possibly not] with long white hair, black skin, glowing red eyes, along with green accents and clothes. Something about him looked familiar, though it was most likely a trick of the mind. Your thoughts were cut of though by the sudden sound of their voice, slightly deep and horse, almost as if it hadn’t been used it a long time.

[1x1x1x1]: Sorry for the interruption, but do I know you from somewhere.? Did you used to live at Bizvile once.? [Not cannon town name]