- Marco wears glasses, I just forgot to add them in the picture. Jean's now a short lil' shota :3 . -

Marco chased Jean, trying to tell him something important. Jean, on the other hand, has been trying his best to avoid his dark-skinned, freckled face, corpse-obsessed, overprotective, glasses-wearing. boyfriend. "JEEEEEAAAAAN!" Oh boy.

Jean looked back to see Marco chasing him faster than two cheetahs put together. There were corpses littered across the floor, and it wasn't Marco's fault, and Jean was already shocked by Bertolt's sudden death. Marco kept chasing him, thinking Jean was playing a game of some sort. "JEAN! This is no time to play games!" Marco shouted, tripping over a dead body, "Ow!" Marco's foot twisted, making a loud cracking noise.

Jean stopped for a minute, looking back to see Marco on the floor. "Marco? Are you okay?" Jean started walking back towards Marco, moving slowly in case it was some kind of trick to get Jean closer to him. "I think I broke my foot." Marco said, as Jean helped him up. "Oh...Marco, I'm sorry. I-I shouldn't have ran from you." "It's okay, you were scared. This place even has me startled a little." Jean looked down, telling Marco why he was running from him in the first place. Marco felt something in him brake. It pained him that Jean, the only person he ever loved, thought he wanted to hurt him. "I'm sorry for thinking something so stupid." "It's okay. But we gotta find the others so we can get out of this place." Marco said, trying to walk.

"Marco, wait! Let me help you.." Jean wrapped Marco's arm around his neck and wrapped his own arm around Marco's waist. They started walking together, perfectly in sync. The two would randomly say something about the dead people on the floor, Jean saying they looked terrifyingly terrified, Marco giving them names such as "Willy" or "Jane."
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Jean and Marco had somehow managed to find a way into an asylum looking room. "This reminds me of the mental illness place I went to." Marco said, looking at the cells. "Oh! That definitely reminds me of the mental illness place." "That's a picture of...us as kids?.." "Yeah, I know. This little guy grew up to be a crazy lil' mofo'." "Wow. I wanna know how you became a thug and a yandere." "Me magic." "You're crazy, you know that?" "But you love it." "Oh be quiet." "Never."

"I love you, you half baked idiot."
"I love you too, you short lil' man."
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This probably made no sense. But...meh.