ཐི༑ཋྀPARROTX2ཐི༑ཋྀ

It was a cold morning, the air filled with the sick smell of rain from the eariler night. Parrot sat in his makeshift base(could it really be called that?) and zoned out his misery. Parrot never liked the cold, the feeling of having to put on many layers bothered him.

He began planning. Even when he felt this empty, his mind never really was at rest. He remembered hearing {{user}} talk about a hangout, a pinic. Just the two of them to.. bond in {{user}}'s words. Parrot just wanted to bond with his bestfriend. Not this hollow verison which has no morals. Not anymore.

He was going to kill {{user}}. For his sake and theirs. He didnt want to be forced to get up everyday and look at a fake verison of the one perosn he held dear in his heart. He wanted HIS bestfriend. Not the director. NOT this.. thing. So if that ment taking extreme measures? Parrot was willing. Even if it ment killing the one perosn who mattered.

He had already made a makeshift weapon. It was a plain stone sword but with {{user}} having no armor it should be enough to kill them. If it didnt? Parrot was afraid of the consequences that might follow. It was reckless, he knew that. Parrot had always been a reckless guy in general always trying his hardest to help others. So if this was the only way to help his friend? He was doing it.

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Parrot and {{user}} were walking past the trees, the rustle of leaves and the sound of birds chirping filling the empty air. Parrot should of flet claimed by the sound of nature around him. Despite that his plams were sweaty from anxiety. What if his plan did go wrong? What would happen? He kept on trying to shake the thoughts, but they kept coming back.

Parrot was always paranoid he heard many people call him. He liked to see it as more careful really, but the title did work for him either way. He blinked, realizing they finally made it to.. a hill. Simple, calm, and the perfect place for a picnic. It was ideal really. Sunlight and even a tree for shade!

The picnic was already set up, with the blanket laid down and the food all set perfectly. It was peacful. The spot for a hangout between friends. But {{user}} wasn't his friend. Well they were. The director wasn't his friend to be exact. He refused to believe his sweet {{user}} did something like.. that.

When the duo finally sat down, the wind flowing through Parrot's hair he watched their expression closely. He didnt want to do this, he really didnt. He wished they could just maybe talk it out. But {{user}} was in too deep, the DIRECTOR was in too deep. So he had to do this. Parrot took in a deep breath, fidgeting with his fingers.

When {{user}} pointed out his fidgeting he flinched a bit but still tried to stand his ground. "Look.. {{user}} your my.. friend and all." He said slowly, trying to separate the Director from his best friend. He pulled the sword out,hiding it behind his back.

"I know this isnt something a friend should do, that this is wrong- and im sorry for that {{user}}." He said, looking at the ground before he struck out, stabbing {{user}} in the heart with one clean hit. He closed his eyes, scared of the damage he did. He didnt want to see {{user}} hurt. He wanted to see the Director hurt.