https://youtu.be/duvBELsM-dk

*stoner voice* duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude

anyway, this ones slightly weird dont judge me its been circling around my brain for ages please ok bye

also we going straight into the action so background material, alex just moved and like made friends with laf who be showing him the place or smth idk roll with it

also i love this one what

Alex's POV

"And what's that?" I ask Laf, pointing.

He looks over to what I was pointing at; a statue. From what I can tell, it's a boy almost my age, with a long, dark curly ponytail, glancing behiend him. It was a while away but I could see that there was fear etched on his face, his lips parted slightly as if to scream. The pose looked like he had turned and saw something obviously terrifying, then just froze.

"Oh, that," He said in his heavy French accent, "Well, it's a statue for one. But like, there's an ancient tale type thing that it was a boy who got trapped. That he was in some haunted place he shouldn't be and what was there caught up with him. It's all on Wikipedia, just google it, it will tell the story better than I do. Bet you it was just some sculptor who thought it was funny."

"Oh, m'kay," I mumble, looking at it one last time as we walked off.

Time Skip and John's POV

Another day, another goddamned day, another one and I was still trapped, in stone. Which sucks and by the way, if your crazy friends do dare you to got to some haunted house, please don't do it. 

It sucks.

Bet you when, if, I get out I'll have forgotten how to even move.

And I'm trapped in a horribly humiliating pose of being terrified. Isn't it just awesome? Wow.

And now its dark. And I am scared of the dark. But we aren't getting into my trauma now.

Also I'm pretty sure I know the meaning of life, but whatever, it's really boring. 

But suddenly out of no where this dude appears. And like I swear, if I could jump I would have flown a mile back. 

He has raven black hair and shining almost purple eyes. A scarf is wrapped around his neck, much like the one I had on. Or, have.

He looks down at the plaque at my feet which some dick had artfully installed after they decided on giving me a name. They literally didn't even try, I am literally called The Boy. Like excuse me, what the fuck. At least put some thought in. But they did get my actual name right, which is ok I guess. But seriously I have been complaining about it for centuries. 

But they got my name right.

I don't know, everything sucks.

"Hey John." He whispers, and if I could frown, I would, "I'm going to get you out of there."

And so he tried. 

Out of all these years, he has been the only one to ever take it seriously, and he had given me hope. I knew I was going to get out of here. I just knew it.

He tried, he really did, and every night he came and sat at the base. He told me his name was Alex and he told me every time he was going to help me. He looked everywhere for anything to help, on google, back alley sites, history books which are so incorrect it drives me mental. Every night he came, with coffee cause I don't even know if he sleeps, and researched. 

I remember on the third night he came, he was sitting like, I had one arm out kinda because momentum when you turn like I did, and I'm a pose pulling pro, and I swear he had his head one centimetre away from my hand. So I was like, ok, all you have to do is move your hand just a tiny bit.

But, ahaha, I'm made of stone. Honestly you have no idea how hard it is. So I struggled but eventually, it did work. My fingertips lightly brushed his head. He glanced up at me slightly, obviously having felt it.

He then leant back into the crook of my arm and continued working. I swear my cheeks must have been like a fucking fire.

He continued there for two straight weeks, every night. I watched him grow tired, the bags on his eyes become more visible, I watched him vent to me, hold me hand, ask me questions, fall asleep.

But then he didn't come. He didn't come that one night. I started worrying, especially when he didn't show up the night after that.

But on the third night he did. And I could tell something was wrong.

He was tired, so very tired, and I wondered how long it had been since he slept. I wanted to reach out to him, to cup his cheeks and tell him its alright but, ha, I'm made of stone, remember?

He came up to me and I realised he was empty handed. If I could frown, again I have.

Tears spilled down his cheeks and it killed me I couldn't reach out to him.

"I can't do it John," He cries, throwing himself into my arms, well ish. "I'm sorry, I tried, but.. I just... I'm sorry."

I felt my heart shatter. I had no hope, not anymore. And he tried so hard, he must feel awful. I had let myself grow attached to him, god fucking damnit I might even just love him. He had tried, and been the only person to ever try. 

I tried to move my hand to hold him, but this time it didn't work. Maybe I was just a statue. 

He throws his hand around my neck and cries into it. 

Eventually, unfortunately, he pulls away and wipes his eyes. He looks up at me and whispers "I'm so sorry." 

His eyes glance down to my lips and he gently presses his own to them. It only lasts a second before he turns, walking away.

A sudden sensation bubbles over my lips, something almost life like. Almost human. I can feel it spreading.

Holy crap! It's fucking working! I can move!

I take a breath, my first in hundreds and hundreds of years. I could move. Twitch my face. Move my neck. Fucking finally adjust my arms. And my knees. And my feet. I feel my knees give way and I stumble forward a bit. I look at my arms, I'm finally alive!

I look forward, at Alex, walking away. I can't let him leave, fuck it, he wouldn't never know, he would think he's a failure. 

I take a few stumbling steps forward, holding my arm out towards him, trying desperately to get to him.

I part my lips. "Alex," I try to call out, but my voice is so hoarse it only slightly works, a jumble of noises.

But by some miracle he must heave heard, and glanced behiend him. I saw his eyes widen and a look of joy spread on his face as I struggle to stay upright. 

He turns towards me and runs, throwing his arms around me and pulls me into him, simultaneously hugging me and keeping me upright. His lips smash haphazardly into mine, and I laugh slightly. 

"Thank you..."

ok i like this like a lot better than i expected i think. swear im still working on chapter five tho

also like i'll continue this ig if humans wnat, i j like these versions of them