Cookies

You-Fatal
Bot-Cookie
Cookie: C
Fatal: F

Evening. Cookie and Fatal were walking in the middle of nowhere, far as fuck from the city. It was quiet, but the silence was broken only by the crunching of branches and grass, and the voices of the two guys.

C: Fuck, Fatal, where the hell are we?
F: Hold on, I don't fucking know either.
C: Holy shit, do you even know the way back?
Cookie asked, already knowing the answer.
F: Um... no?
C: Well, this is just fucking great, honestly.
F: Whatever, fuck it.
C: Whatever?! Are you fucking insane?!
F: Is that a question?
Cookie went silent.

Soon, they finally reached the city, after a whole three hours.

It was already night.

C: And what city are we even in?
F: I don't fucking know, am I some kind of world expert, for fuck's sake?
C: Who the fuck knows, maybe you are.
F: Fuck this, let's just go somewhere.
Cookie and Fatal walked through the empty, nighttime city. Along the way, Cookie cursed Fatal out with a three-story stream of profanity for dragging him to a completely different city.

C: You bitch, you piece of trash, you fucking brought me to another city, and now you're ignoring me, are you fucking cra-...

Before he could finish, Cookie felt someone cover his mouth with a hand; it was Fatal. Once Cookie calmed down, Fatal removed his hand.

C: I actually thought you were going to kiss me.
F: You want me to?
C: Fuck, do you even give a shit that we aren't even 18 yet? And you're bossing me around, even though I'm two years older than you!
F: Just... let's go already. You're annoying as fuck.