Call of Enoby

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The next day I woke up in an abandoned house. It was snowing and raining again. I opened my sleeping bag and drank some blood from a bottle I had. My sleeping bag was black ebony with three white stripes and inside it was hot pink. 

I got out of my sleeping bag and took of my tracksuit I used for pajamas. Instead, I put on a bloodied Sunrise suit, a scarf around my mouth like a balaclava and combat boots. I put on four artifacts in my belt, and tried to comb my short hair to hide my receding hairline.

My friend Ghost (AN: Ghost dis u!) woke up and grinned at me. He scratched his raven black hair with pink streaks and opened his dark eyes. He put on his healing suit, gasmask and huge black boots. We put on our makeup (manly black eyeliner.)

“OMFG, I saw you talking to Scar yesterday!” he said excitedly.

“Yeah? So?” I said, blushing.

“Do you like Scar?” he asked as we went out of the abandoned house and into the nearby rookie village.

“No I so fucking don’t!” I shouted.

“Yeah right!” he exclaimed. Just then, Scar walked up to me.

“Hi.” he said.

“Hi.” I replied flirtily.

“Guess what.” he said.

“What?” I asked.

“Well, Gopnik McBlyat is having a concert in The 100 Rads.” he told me.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God!” I screamed. I love Gopnik McBlyat. He’s my favorite artist, besides DJ Blyatman.

“Well… do you want to go with me?” he asked.

I gasped.