Young Writers Society

Janus toured him throughout the dark sides.

Remus was really interested in everything

{Okay should we switch over to Remile}

(Yeah)

{Alright}

Emile was crying. Everything had been so normal one minute, then the next, the imagination had been crumbling and breaking apart. He had been running for his life- quite literally- as some his friends died around him. Critic, his closet friend, had almost made it, but had tripped and fell victim to the split. He now sobbed against a tree in the dreamscape, feeling all alone. Like no one was there anymore.

Remy was trying to figure out what the just happened. He realized he left the entrance to the dreamscape open and went to go close it before anything got out but just as he was about to close it, he heard something. It was definitely somebody crying. He decided to go look and found Emile. He didnt talk to emile that much but he knew who he was. He went over to him

"Hey gurl, what happened, you look sad"

“Th- they’re-“

Emile sniffled, struggling to form words.

“...g-gone... all- gone...”

"Oh.. well that doesn't sound good.."

Emile let out a shaky sob, glancing away. Remy looked so much like Critic, and he didn’t want a reminder of what he’d lost.

Remy didnt know how to help

Emile probably needed some sort of comfort.

Remy put a hand on Emiles shoulder. It was sort of just to see if Emile was okay with it.

Emile sniffled, slightly glancing at Remy as he sobbed. He didn’t seem against the touch.

Remy hugged emile because gay

Emile latched onto Remy. He wasn’t sure how he’d gotten here, sobbing into a stranger’s chest.