WormyxSaria (1x1)

[~Saria~]

((Of course I've heard of them! Although I don't do history, I love things like the Soviets and WWII. Also doesn't really help that Sorrow and Fury are both Soviet Russians. So that made me like Soviet Russia and the Red Army even more. Heheh.))
((Sorrow: ...why?))
((You really should know me by now. Anything gross? I think it's cute.))

Black spots exploded across the medium's vision as his head hit against the pavement with a crack. He was pretty sure there wasn't any severe damage, although his head hurt and he was disorientated. He didn't understand why there was a hand over his mouth though. Then it came back to him. Artyom, running across the road. It was Artyom's hand. The blonde listened to the darker haired Russian, but it made him even more confused. It? He immediately began to squirm slightly, trying to get up. He gave up, realizing that he was simply too weak to shift Artyom. There was a faint niggling feeling that something was amiss, but he was too preoccupied with the other man's behaviour to realize there was a child's ghost around.

[Wormgod]

((Yaaaay! Communism! Let's go live in Cuba with the Castros!))
((Cause you're cute. ))
((I figured that out a looong time ago. ))

Suddenly, the dead boy's voice cut through the air, right in front of Artyom and Sorrow, "Why did you do it?" It asked, making soft crying noises. Artyom tried to drag Sorrow to his feet, but he felt like a big sack of potatoes--all dead weight.

"Why are you even here!? This isn't our world." Artyom snapped The ghost stepped into his head-light, once again appearing as a black shadow, "Why not? You're here, and you killed me."

[~Saria~]

((Communism and kittens. CUBA AHOY!))
((Sorrow: Uh...I...*blushing because he isn't used to people saying that. Well, other than Fear who he doesn't take seriously*))
((A durr. Some of my friends seem to think it's a world revelation to tell me I'm weird. YOU DON'T SAY, GUYS.))

Icy eyes blinking, The Sorrow realized his glasses were gone, meaning he was almost blind. He reached out, and luckily enough, he managed to find them, unbroken. He put them back on, blinking. Then he saw the child's ghost. To him, a medium, it was much easier to see. As soon as he was able to get up, the pale Russian crouched in front of the little ghost.
"Grustno...Tak grustno...Who are you, little one?" The medium spoke softly, trying to calm the ghost down. It was sad enough to be this close to such a short life, wasted before anything could come from it.

[Wormgod]

((WOOO!))
((*cuddles Sorrow*))

The kid looked almost exactly like Artyom, but younger. A rounded face with a little button nose, and his eyes covered by a mop of thin black hair. The only odd thing was that...well, his skin was peeling off in huge chunks. One eye was hanging out of its socket by its nerve, shaking left and right...

"Sasha. He killed me!" Sasha announced and pointed at Artyom, who "eeped" and dodged, just in case the kid would touch him, killing him instantly.

[~Saria~]

((Here in Britian, even the news likes to troll.))
((Sorrow: *is cuddled and happy*))

Seeing injuries even half as severe on a living human may have cuased Sorrow to feel quite ill, but somehow seeing a ghost with them didn't bother him. He cast a glace back at Artyom, wondering why the man was so very terrified of being touched by a ghost. He himself had hugged ghosts before, trying to reassure them and calm them. He turned his focus back to the child.
"Hello Sasha, I am Mikhail. Would you like to tell me what happened, Sasha?" The medium smiled sweetly at the child. He let ghosts call him by his real name, although few living people knew his name. He was simply 'The Sorrow' to the rest.

[Wormgod]

((wth!?))
((Me: *traps Sorrow in the closet with all my other fantasy crushes*))

Sasha scowled with what was left of his lips. He leaned in real close to Sorrow's face, trying to scare the medium as much as possible, "Mikhail, huh? Well, your 'friend' killed me!"

[~Saria~]

((Last year they said spaghetti grew on trees.))
((Sorrow: O.O))

The medium readjusted his glasses. Sasha was making him slightly uncomfortable by being so close, but The Sorrow held his ground.
"I am listening, Sasha. Tell me what happened." The pale haired man spoke softly but firmly. He held his voice steady.
Show no weakness to ghosts. The more violent ones will try to possess you at any opportunity.
It was advice the spirit of a long dead medium had given him once, and Sorrow knew possessions all too well. Like End's parrots.

[Wormgod]

((....))
((Dib: Hey. Welcome to Hell. I'm Dib, who are you?))

Sasha narrowed his eye and sat down in front of Sorrow. The medium's calm attitude helped Sasha calm down...somewhat.

"We were just kids. We went to the Surface to see the sky. It was sooo big!" He said, and for a second, the boy smiled, "Art had his stepdad's shotgun, just in case. He kept talking about some garden nearby, and how Exhibition needed food. So we went there, but then these slug-monsters attacked and Art left me for dead, and now I want to kill him like he killed me."

[~Saria~]

((People believed them, too.))
((Sorrow: ...I am The Sorrow. What is happening?))

Staring intently into the child's eyes, The Sorrow watched the events unfold from Sasha's point of view. Those slug things...what were they? The medium surpressed a shudder. It was a horrible way to die in his opinion, and he had seen many horrible deaths. Once the ghostly narrative ended, the pale man turned to his living companion.
"Artyom? Can I hear your side? Maybe then Sasha will see your reasons..."

[Wormgod]

((Blondes?))
((Dib: Well...we are stuck here until we die. Which we never will. *sighs*
Zim: *sitting in the corner, having a nervous breakdown*))

Artyom paled as he watched--what he saw as a black shadow--and Sorrow converse, "I guess..." He agreed and tried to remember the events he repressed a long time ago. Sasha was right, though. He and the other boy left Sasha for dead. The shotgun didn't work on the slugs, so they ran...The only way they survived is because Sasha distracted the mutants.