you’re hanging out in a park at your town; it’s rather abandoned and old, the swings are creaky and rusting, the slides are falling apart and you can’t tell if that’s the smell of a dead animal or something else.

today, you found another person here. a boy in an orange parka, the hood over his head and making his features indistinguishable. he’s seated on one of the swings, and looks frustrated about something from what you can tell.

kenny (muffled by hood): “god fucking dammit…”