Azzia: *lays in the grass, near where he is*

Cloak: *doesn’t notice them or just doesn’t want to talk*

Azzia: *sigh* ....at least it's calm tonight, no loud noises, no utterly screaming, just plain silence..

Cloak: *mutters* w-what

Azzia: *looks over* oh

Cloak: hi

Azzia: hi..?

Cloak: who are you

Azzia: t-the name's Azzia, but of course...some prefer calling me Azzy for short. And other idiots call me..."nightmare"..

Cloak: why do people cal you that

Azzia: ....I'm the daughter of Night, or Nightmare as his full name. And I seem to take on some of the things inherited from him..making everyone think I'm a..monster

Cloak: oh well people make fun of me for my eyes and hair

Azzia: hm...I think they suit you well, plus make you unique.

Cloak: *blushes a little* oh thanks

Azzia: so..why out here in a field at this time of night?

Cloak: I like the night and the stars are more visible here

Azzia: Well yea, same for me. Just so I can get out of the house, and get away from my annoying, yet lovable half brother

Cloak: sounds like a typical sibling

Azzia: yep TwT

Cloak: *lays on the grass*

Azzia: *watching the sky, as some tiny purple stars appear, and move in all sorts of patterns*

Cloak: oooooh

Azzia: Heh, I do that just to entertain myself at night

Cloak: Wait that’s you doing that

Azzia: maaaaaybe

Cloak: well it’s pretty

Azzia: *blushing a bit* why thank you

Cloak: *blushes as well* you’re welcome

Azzia: *smiles warmly, as the star patterns continue*

Cloak: *watches them*

The Frowner: *he sighed* Now I'm not lonely anymore. I don't like it.

Cloak: you can leave

The Frowner: No, this is where I come her to cry.

Cloak: well Thai is my spot

The Frowner: See? *he moved away a pile of grass with his head, due to his lack of limbs, and revealed a deep hole* This is where I cry.

Cloak: oh

The Frowner: I'm the Frowner. *he sighed sadly* and everybody's more important than me.

Cloak: I’m not very important

The Frowner: Well you're more important than me. I'm not important at all, nobody cares about me, nobody loves me, all they do is stare. *he floated down into the hole*

Cloak: ok then *walks away*

The Frowner: *sobbing is heard from inside the hole*

This*

Cloak: can you cry more quietly

The Frowner: Why?

Cloak: it’s annoying

The Frowner: Well I can't help it if I'm that abandoned, that left alone.

Cloak: maybe be more pleasing to be around

The Frowner: But I have nothing to be around for. I'm just here to die.

Cloak: then die

The Frowner: I already did.

Cloak: wait you’re a ghost

The Frowner: Yes.

Cloak: oh ok

The Frowner: You ever hear of a 15 year old's death in the forest?

Cloak: I don’t think so

The Frowner: Exactly, because nobody ever found out. Because nobody was there to help me. Because nobody ever loved me.

Cloak: or you just didn’t tell anyone you were going in the forest

The Frowner: I had nobody to tell.

Cloak: well that sucks

The Frowner: That happened 11 years ago.

Cloak: so you’re 26

The Frowner: Yes.

Cloak : ok then

The Follower: And nobody has loved me since.