Reasons Why You Should Stay Inside!

                                    

                                          
Clock got up from bed and turned on the lights. He pulled up the curtains, and sunlight beamed in the room. He looked outside and turned back to the door.
He opened the door and he looked around his house.
Bloodstains were on Clock's house from Ice Cube's murder. He went downstairs and went to the kitchen.
He got out a granola bar and started eating it. He walked outside and winced at the sudden sunlight.
He walked outside, and it was dead empty. He'd been inside for days, so he never knew about anything that happened. Usually, the neighborhood was lively, but now it looked like it had been abandoned.
Only 3 people were out, including Clock. One of which was Book.
Clock sat on a bench and sighed. He looked at the lush grass and sighed. He got up and smiled a bit. "Nature is, uh.. kinda cool." He said. 
He still thought about how he had been forgotten for months. How he'd been so.. clingy.
He stopped for a second and took in the environment around him.
Wind blew past his face, and it was fairly cloudy. Clock enjoyed the weather. He walked through the park and looked at the benches. He looked at one sat on it.
He swung his legs in the air and felt happy. His first time going outside in weeks (clock touches grass real) felt.. nice.
But it was strangely empty. It's almost as if the residents of the town left. He was sort of intact by the whole situation, but he was also a bit of a mess before all of this.
Clock was out of the whole 'other world' when he heard a thud. He got up and looked around.
"Wh- I- what was that?" Clock stammered out. He looked at the concrete beside him and saw a cleaver. It had the letter 'B' carved into it. Clock turned to it, when suddenly someone picked it up.
"Oh, Book! Uh.. why do you uh, have that- that uh.. cleaver..?" Clock stammered. Book stood in front of Clock, a blank expression on her face.
"It's kind of a long story, maybe one you can contribute to. I dunno."
"Wh- Book, what does that mean?"
"Uh.. nothing!"
Book picked up Clock and slammed him onto a tree. Blood oozed from behind his head while Book just.. stood there.
Clock tried to stand up again, but he couldn't.
Book walked to the tree and raised the cleaver up. Clock tried to push Book off, but Book stomped on Clock's feet. He tried to run away.
He used all of his strength to get up and run away. He darted to the closest bush and jumped in it. Book lost track of Clock, but she was determined.
She stepped near each dumpster, each bush, and each tree and jabbed the cleaver inside them.
Clock was terrified to the core. He heard the sounds of slashes coming further and further. He was standing still, and he tried to control his breathing.
The bush next to him. He heard a slash. He flinched as he heard footsteps get louder.
His face turned pale when the cleaver slashed through the bush. Blood splattered on the leaves surrounding him. His leg throbbed in pain. He held back screams of pain. 
Book lifted up her weapon and grabbed the figure by the leg. She sprinted to her house and opened the door.
Book slammed Clock against the fridge, and blood dripped down Clock's face. Book grabbed a glass cup and threw it at Clock.  
Clock yelled, and blood dripped down his mouth while glass shards pierced his body.
His whole body began to ache, and his vision became blurrier. Book saw Clock's face get paler. She picked him up and watched as fresh blood dripped on the kitchen tiles.
Book opened the window and threw Clock outside. She couldn't have the stench of the body fill her house  it would be a dead giveaway that she's the one who caused all the panic in town.
She closed the window shut and grabbed a towel. She wiped the blood of the kitchen tiles and looked out the window. She saw Clock's lifeless body resting on the lush grass.
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Cloudy was hovering through his house. It felt so empty without Balloony. Since the little incident that happened, he couldn't shake off the feeling that he would be next. The sheer thought of Balloony's corpse made him turn dull and grey.
He twisted the doorknob with his mouth and flew high in the air. He started flying to Leafy's place. He flew and flew until he saw something in the corner of his eye.
Clock just.. laying o the ground. He drifted down and nudged Clock enough to flip him over. An expression of pure terror was plastered on his face as he saw glass shards and blood all over the clock's body.
His white, lifeless eyes explained everything. Cloudy gagged and rapidly flew back up. He flew to the center of town and yelled at the top of his lungs.
"CLOCK DIED!"
Winner opened their window and put their hand near their 'ear'. "What was that?" They asked, indicating Cloudy should repeat what he said.
Cloudy flew closer to Winner and yelled. "CLOCK IS DEAD!" Winner went stiff, and the cup of water they held fell to the ground. Pieces of it shattering.
"Now, Lolli, Balloony, Icy, I can handle. But CLOCK!?" Winner exclaimed. Cloudy nodded and inhaled.
"I DIDN'T EVEN GET THE CHANCE TO TRY AND GIVE HIM SOMETHING! I WAS GONNA MOVE OUT OF- Ugh, nevermind.." Winner's mood dropped drastically, and they closed the window.
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Blocky walked over to Book's house. He knocked on the door.
"Hey! About the cleaver, you said you'd return it on sunday! Well, go on and give it back!"
Book opened the door. She looked at Blocky with a blank expression. "Why should I." She said in a bitter voice.
Blocky turned to Book and snatched the cleaver. He saw Book's face shift into an angry expression, so he laughed.
"HAHAH- LOOK HOW MAD YOU ARE! IT'S LIKE YOU'LL JUST.. LASH OUT ON ME!" Blocky joked.
Book stood there, stiff as a rock. "Give. It. Back." She scowled at Blocky, clenching her fists.
"You're acting awfully strange, so nope!" Blocky twirled the cleaver around while Book tried to attack.
"OH MY- JUST ACT MATURE FOR ONCE!"
Book kicked Blocky to the ground. He was made of wood after all, so it was easy. Blocky got up and punched Book in the face.
Book shoved Blocky in the building and locked the door. She picked up Blocky and went to the couch. She buried Blocky's face in it.
Blocky let out muffled screams as he aimlessly flailed the cleaver around.
Book tried to grab his arm, but her finged slipped, and she slashed her arm. Book fell back in pain as blood trickled onto the ground.
Blocky got up and got a hammer from a drawer. He broke the glass and fled the area. He looked at a bruise he had on his arm and winced. It throbbed in pain every time he touched it.
Blocky dashed over to Snowball. "Hey Blocky. Did you get the.. whatever. Cleaver? Back?" Snowball asked.
"Yeah, but Book was like.. way protective over it."
"Maybe because she's a loser and she needs to defend herself."
"Maybe, but check out what I did to her! Or er, listen!"
"So, I asked for the cleaver, but Book kept refusing, so I snatched it. Then she kicked me, then I punched her, then she shoved me into her house and buried my face into a couch! Then uh.. I kept flailing my arms ariund with cleaver in hand and hit her! Then I got a hammer and broke out!"
"Woah uh, good job on beating that loser."
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Yeah these chapters are short