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In the red and white house outside of town, everything was normal. Well, normal as it could get. Robin was sitting in his rocking chair, reading one of his favorite books while Manny was playing with his toys on the carpet. Harry was in the kitchen, making lunch for everyone, like he usually did. Just then Tony and Paige came down the stairs, obviously knowing that Harry was done making their lunch. Harry sighed and handed them their plates and cups. They didn’t even thank him, only turned around and left. Tony going back into his workshop, and Paige going back into her art room. While finishing making the other three sandwiches, he heard a knock on the door. His breath caught in his throat, hoping that Paige and Tony didn’t hear it, or know that someone was at the door. Being the protective friend that he was, he had told Robin and Manny to never answer the door unless he said they could. He laid the sandwiches, chips, and pop on the table, tapping his hand on the table to get Robin and Manny’s attention.
“Sit down and eat. I’ll get it.” Harry said, putting the bread and other items away before going to the door, which had been knocked on once again.
Harry opened the door to see a very strangely dressed blue haired man. He had a plain white button up shirt with navy blue suspenders connected to a pair of navy blue shorts
“Yes? Can I help you?” Harry asked, wanting to get the kind looking man off of their property as fast as possible.
“Hello! My name is Bonnie, would you like to hear about the Love of King Malcolm?” The man asked, his eyes having energy and excitement zapping behind them as he spoke.
His hips were swaying from side from side as he waited for Harry’s response. Harry was dumbfounded, looking at the abnormal man in utter confusion.
“W-What? I-I don’t…” Harry stuttered, completely lost.
Bonnie lifted up a book, which was very strange looking. It obviously had many pages, and it's hard cover was navy blue with a single red glass-looking heart in the center. Above the heart it said ‘The Holy Book Of’. Under the red heart was the words ‘Lord Malcolm’ in black cursive letters.
“This is the Holy Book of Malcolm!” Bonnie exclaimed, “He is the King of Love~!”
Harry felt uncomfortable. He closed the door behind him, taking precautions so the two murderers in the house wouldn’t hear the crazy man as he spoke this nonsense. Harry was never good at dealing with people…
"Oh... U-uh, no thank you... I'm not a religious person..." Harry mumbled, looking at the ground.
He had to be careful and let the man know he wasn't interested, but not hurt his feelings in the process.
"Aw! Well, how about this! I'll give you my book, some prayer beads, and my number. If you read the book and change your mind, you call me, ok?" Bonnie said, putting the book into Harry's hand as he stuttered out protest.
Bonnie' put the book in one hand, and the beads in the other.
"Oops! Almost forgot my number~!" Bonnie said, giggling and pulling out a card and writing his number on it with a sharpie. He opened the holy book's cover and slipped the card in before closing it again.
"Alrighty then~! You're all set and ready to go!" He said, smiling friendly and bouncing on his heels like an excited child.
"O-Ok. I guess I'll um, give it a try...?" Harry said, very unsure, but knew that Bonnie wouldn't take no for an answer.
"Great! Oh, and one more thing! What's your name, sweetie?" Bonnie asked.
Harry blushed just a bit at the name, never really being given that sort of attention before.
"I-it's Harry..." He said in his monotone voice.
Bonnie smiled and nodded. "Well Harry, it's very nice to meet you! I hope to hear from you soon!" Bonnie said before stepping way into Harry's personal space.
Harry gasped as Bonnie wrapped his arms lovingly around his waist, giving him a warm hug and kissing him lightly on the cheek.
“Have a wonderful, happy day, ya cutie!” He whispered affectionately.
Harry's blush doubled as his mouth was slightly open in shock. And with that, Bonnie waved and winked at Harry before walking away from their house and probably to other houses to go over the same weird cycle. Harry shook his head before turning around and going back inside.
"Who was it?" Robin asked curiously as Harry walked to the kitchen and sat the items down on the counter.
"Oh, just some religious nut..." Harry mumbled, only half paying attention.
He was busy looking at the things that Bonnie had basically thrusted into his arms.
He picked up the prayer beads to inspect, which were oddly enough, red. Which was funny because it was the only color Harry would wear... So using the color of the beads as an excuse not to wear it was out of the question.
“Harry? Why is your face so red?” Manny innocently asked, noticing that it was redder than normal.
Harry’s blush then tripled, as Robin and Manny looked at him curiously.
“I-I don’t know what your talking about…” Harry said.
He turned back to the things to hide his blush as he grabbed the book and beads before remembering the card. He grabbed it and slipped it into his pocket before heading to the stairs. He walked quickly to his room and sat the book on his bedside table and looked at the beads skeptically. Weren't they for holding in your hand and praying, or something? Harry sighed and also laid it on the bedside table before going back downstairs to eat lunch with his friends. The trio sat quietly, not having much to talk about. It had been awhile since their last… dying moments… So they were a bit jumpy.
“How’s school, Manny?” Robin asked after a bit.
“It’s fun. I like my teachers. They said I’m doing a great job so far!” Manny said smiling at the thought of school.
“Good job, Manny.” Harry said, smiling a bit.
Robin nodded, and started to talk about some sort of book or something, Harry didn’t know because he wasn’t paying attention. His thoughts trailed to his arms, which he had the opposite hands over, in a hugging sort of way. Right now, they were completely unscarred, uncut. Perfect. Harry didn’t like it. He sighed. When were Tony and Paige going to step up their game and hurt him, already? Now... He would never ever admit it... But he kind of liked it when Tony or Paige hurt him. In a... Suicidal sort of way. Because that's what he was... He liked being cut and thrown and hurt, but not like, blown up or something crazy like that. Now that was just too much. And the line was definitely crossed when Robin and Manny were hurt. If they were kept out of it, Harry would be more reckless and he would probably be more rude and loud around the two killers. But they knew that his two friends were his weak spot. Well, one of his anyway…
Robin seemed to notice how Harry was deep into his thoughts, and probably not good ones. He reached across the table, taking Harry's hand into his and squeezing it. He nodded at Robin, not used to Robin being the dominant comforter. He was usually the one to do that for Robin, who was much more sensitive and open about his feelings.
“I… I’ll be in my room if you need me.” Harry said, getting up abruptly.
“Oh, ok. Be… careful.” Robin said, before going back to his conversation with Manny.
Harry reached his room, sighing and closing the door behind him. He leaned against it, his back on the door as he took a deep breath and closed his eyes tightly.
‘I… I don’t need to do it. I don’t have to do it. I don’t want to do it.’ Harry tried to lie to himself, but couldn’t. ‘Oh, I want to do it. I have to do it. I need to do it. To cut...’
He opening his eyes, the book catching his eye. He took a shaky breath before walking over to it and picking it up. Harry got onto his bed and put his back against the bedpost. He had to distract himself from harmful thoughts as long as he could. Might as well read a book…