Crying was heard in a room, there was a gray haired teenager, sitting alone in a empty bathroom, with a small box in his hands.

The teenager felt a pair of hands grab his shoulder, he looked over and noticed the brown haired friend he always knew, it was Zuma, handing him a smoking pipe.

The gray haired teen grabbed the pipe and proceeded to smoke it, handing back to Zuma shorty after.

"I haven't been telling how I've been feeling lately. I didn't wanna bother you." The teen said with his voice cracking near the end as he put up his hood to slightly cover his face.

"Shhhh, Rocky." Zuma said as he put his hand on his mouth, signifying to be silent. "You can never bother me, pinky swear!" Zuma smiled as he pulled down Rocky's hoodie, shortly lighting up the pipe and smoking it, passing it to him shortly after. "That's it. Calm. Gentle. Safe." Zuma eased. "Where would you like to be right now?"

"Where we've always wanted to go, since we were kids." Rocky answered.

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The playground was filled with laughter, as a small gray haired boy stood alone, soon to be tagged by a friendly bystander.

"Tag! You're it!" Zuma yelled out as Rocky started to chase him.

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Rocky awoke, realizing he was in a shopping cart, with Zuma pushing the cart.

"Don't worry, I got you! Pinky swear!" Zuma assured.

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The two were sitting at a old junkyard, admiring the sunset as Zuma pulled out a small bag.

"Hey, Rocky? You wanna see the world differently?" Zuma asked as he flourished the bag.

Rocky, not knowing any better, nodded and accepted what Zuma offered.

Shortly after, Rocky was swaying back and forth, out of his mind.

"It's beautiful, hehe." Rocky fell back laughing.

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"What do you want to tell me, Rocky?"

Rocky started to hyperventilate, scrounging through the box of pictures and scattering the pictures before closing up his hoodie to cover his face again.

"I'm afraid!" Rocky cried out.

"Trust me, Rocky." Zuma calmed as he held out his pinky finger.

"Are we really going to be heroes?" Rocky asked as he held out his pinky finger also.

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Rocky looked afar and noticed the surfer standing by his lonesome, he ran up and grabbed his hand, jerking it away in response.

The surfer sighed as he continued smoking.

"Sis asked me why I don't live at home anymore, I told her I'm sick and it's not her fault." Zuma said as he flicked his cigarette away.

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The two were in a hug as Zuma was assuring that everything will be fine.

"We're almost there, pinky swear."

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There was darkness surrounding the gray haired teen, he was running and eventually stopped, calling out to his friend.

"Zuma? Zuma?! ZUMA?!" Rocky yelled out as he cleared up the tears from his eyes, he turned around and saw the surfer with his back facing him. "Oh, Zuma thank goodness you're here. I had the worst trip." Rocky nervously chuckled.

Zuma gently laughed as he faced the teen.

"See you, recycler."

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Rocky gasped, realizing where he was, still in the bathroom with the box in front of him but no trace of Zuma.

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Hey, everyone! Just wanted to share this quick story I had for some time, now I will say that this is entirety based on an animation called "Memory Box" on YouTube, I just figured that it would sort of fit with Rocky and Zuma.