Young Writers Society

This is a continuation of the one other one that became too long. Pretty much just use your OC in a world, nothing complicated.

Oh, this looks cool! Is there any way I could join?

RedBear left the house and began walking down the street. "I shouldn't be so worried. Like she said, she's been through it many times. I just need to cool my engines." RedBear looked at his left arm. "Why'd it flair up again? I thought it was dormant... Maybe Silver will...wait he doesn't know about his does he?" RedBear sighed.

Yes you can join! Just insert your character somewhere, and maybe they'll interact with mine. Whatever you want. Just have fun!

Alright! Is there any sort of prompt I could start off of?

Nope, just do as you want. Anyway you want.

{Alright}

The figure kept on walking, hood up. He didn’t need the others. He was fine on his own. He’d survive. Right?

RedBear saw the figure in the distance. He was going to wave when his arm began to burn again, he gripped it and tried not to scream. "I need to ask mom and dad about this." RedBear pulled out his phone and called his father. They spoke for a few minutes then hung up. RedBear sighed. "I just need to take care of myself...like any normal sickness. Thank goodness."

The figure paused for a moment, studying the person. A house... how did that get there? And he’d never seen that person before... a figment of the imagination, perhaps? They seemed a bit troubled... maybe staying here would be better than the mindscraps.

RedBear noticed the figure again. "They seem confused. Maybe they're lost." RedBear began walking towards the figure with a friendly smile and a small wave.

The figure raised a brow, inching away slightly. Patton had been like that, before he’d been banished by him...

A silhouette in the distance. Peculiar. The hiding figure stared at the drawn bow, pointing straight at a friendly face. She kept her crouching position, watching in awe at the scene.

??? glanced behind him. He noticed a figure with a weapon. He growled, summoning his whip.

Uh oh. He certainly was going to be difficult. Lilith stood, the sunshine reflecting off her face, as she stared at the hooded creature. Then, like a flash of light she was gone. So quickly did she dive for cover and scurry up a tree, that she was sure he couldn’t have seen her. Right? And what about the friendly person? What happened to him?

??? scowled, watching as Lilith scurried off. He put away his whip, glancing back at Redbear.