(WARNINGS: GORE, POSSIBLE PROFANITY, POSSIBLE GAY ROMANCE, AND DISTURBING IMAGERY!!!⚠️)

Archie sits up in his leather chair. He has this deep feeling that something isn't quite right. Even if Rigel and Archie are far apart, Archie can sense that something is up. He has always looked for a normal fanbase, not a weird one but he somehow always gets a group of weird fans. "Whatever...I'm sure its nothing..." Archie murmurs out, scratching his pencil against his paper skillfully. Well it definitely is SOMETHING.

Rigel is back to his painting, biting his tongue. He doesn't know what he is making right now. He is trying to listen to one of Archie's tutorials but he just isn't a good listener. He has to rewind the video every few seconds because he loses focus, the wonders of ADHD basically. He puts some black paint on his palette and slaps his brush in it, not even washing the red paint off the brush. "Lalalalalaaaa..." Rigel sings out, his voice off tune. Another hard streak, and another, another, another...you get it right? "And...DONE!" Rigel looks at his art, "Its beautiful! Of course listening to my beloved Archie would create such an art piece!" Rigel exclaims, his voice passionate. Another thing he created was a mess. There is paint all over the floor, his table, and himself in general, making it look like a bloody mess. It all contrasts with the light pink skirt Rigel is wearing. His whole outfit is unexpected to say the least. His hair is tied in a ponytail by a pink bow with his bangs pushed back, which of course always falls down. His pink blouse is stained red and so are his lace tights. The only thing out of place is his black high tops and chipped painted nails. I think by now, you have figured out that Rigel is very weird. He crossdresses in pretty clothes and has an obsession with Archie. Well, thats just Rigel for you, a weirdo. Rigel gazes down at the mess he made, it only makes him smile more. "Oh, what a mess...hehe!" Rigel joyfully utters. Rigel doesn't really care about the mess, he cares about showing his work to Archie.

Archie has his head down on his desk, he fell asleep while sketching. Whispers fill his ears. "𝙃𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪...", "𝙃𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪..." Archie isn't liking this, not at all. Archie blinks awake, his light blue eyes glimmering listlessly. "What is with these dreams...who the hell is 'he'?" Archie asks himself. Archie's head is in jumbles, scattered like a puzzle he never finished putting together. Its like his mind is connecting the pieces together little by little. His sketch looks different now, not the way he wanted it to look. Its almost as if his sketch was warped, warped by imagination, by time. Archie pushes his blonde hair behind his ears and sits up. "I need to get ahold of myself..." Archie sighs, his lips parting. Archie wants to know more about this person he is dreaming and thinking about. Who is he? What does he do? Whats his name? So many unanswered questions...

((I HOPE THIS WAS EASIER TO READ THAN THE LAST PART!🤍))