Tim's P.O.V.
I kinda had a feeling that Lorali wasn't loved by many. She may seem like a brave soldier who helps me and others out, but her eyes. They seem...dead. No shine or spark to be found in her. Boxy hasn't noticed yet, or probably doesn't want to notice. He is a mystery to me. But I kinda like that about him. Kind of like me. "Tulapeetata Luppashah Tuleeluteffetah Tulalupapa." That wasn't Hoodie. "Chilly autumn leaves, blushes down your skin, with your pumpkin baggy, starts another journey." Was that? No. I couldn't be. "Boxy?" "Huh?" He turned to look at me. "Was that you singing?" He looked confused. "What that?" He just....ugh. "What you were doing a few seconds ago." He thought about it and remembered. "Oh. Like this? Tulapeetata Luppashah Tuleeluteffetah Tulalupapa." "Never heard that one before kid." Not in any language I know. "I have dream of girl say that. Like her." He pointed to Calalini. He can see her too? "I'm usually not that visible to other individual souls." Well she finally started talking. "You know I did find this in Christopher's shop." "What do you-" She held out a box. Not alive like and Boxy and I. But it was a dark auburn wood with gold around the rims and edges and a silver lock. It was a little to big for me carry in my original form so I turned human and, Calalini actually just gave it to me. No taunting, or whispering at all. Could this day get any better? "I myself, being the demon I am, found him quite interesting before I met you." I looked at the box and looked back at her. "I used to be his so called 'Imaginary friend'. He was indeed interesting, Timothy." "What that Timmy?" I wonder if he will understand. "It's from a friend of mine." I'd hate crying in front of them but I couldn't help it. "Timmy?" She also held somewhat of a journal in here hand. "He also wrote this in his spare time. He quite enjoyed his hobby of writing." "Ti-mmm!" I turned into a box somehow. Barry held Boxy down on the ground. "Hey ya little demon!" What?! "How's your eye doin' huh!? >:)"
Barry's P.O.V.
Why he do this? I no move or speak. Why? "Look at him! What a piece of sh*t!" I no see him so good but.....I..Ha! HE NEEDS TO DIE!! I LIKE THIS!
3rd person P.O.V.
Boxy grinned wide as can be. Barry pulled his hand away and looked at him confused. "He really is broken!" "No." Boxy said willingly. "You are." Within a blink of an eye Tim couldn't have smiled any wider at the fact that Boxy had killed Big Box Barry. "Timmy?" Boxy whimpered. "What I do?" Tim laughed harder than ever before. "BEST CHRISTMAS PRESENT EVER!!" Barry had been smashed into the wall, while being broken into many pieces. Although Tim was happy as can be, Boxy was a little terrified at what, he just did. "Why you-" Boxy remembered why he did it and gently smiled at Tim. "So, you happy Timmy?" Tim snatches Boxy's wrist. " OF COURSE I AM!! I mean, do you know how long I've put up with that b**ch!?" Boxy shook no. Tim hugged him, tightly to the satisfaction of what happened. "Thank you."