Psycho felt his stomach churn a bit, his face paling as if he was looking at a ghost. It couldn’t be. He was dead, Wolf died. Wolf died forever ago, so who was this sitting in front of him. Shaking his head he walked toward the other, smoke curling from the end of the others cigarette. “This has to be in my head…it’s just a figment…”
He wrinkled his nose as he picked up the ax once more and almost charged the other, tackling him from where he sat. “Who the hell are you?!”
He could’ve easily moved out the way, or even turned on Psycho and met him with his own form of attack. There were many things Wolf could’ve done, but being tackled and pinned to the ground was just such a.. thing that he was used to, it hardly surprised him anymore.
Well, this one did, due to the bullet wounds still livid through his back- cause the red head to cry out in agony. “Psycho-!” he gasped out. “Psycho, it’s me-!” That wouldn’t be good enough; it never was. “I saved your life once- You- were- stuck in your house- by sins of your past, ghosts or demons- one of those!” He really had back luck, didn’t he? “Th- they couldn’t hurt me because-” speak fast, Wolf, “I could turn into a wolf- I kept ‘em off you- dragged you out- you were my best friend-!”
Please, please don’t kill me. I’ll have crawled out of that hole in the ground for nothing.
Panic set in as that thought crossed his mind, and another near memory: "Aaaaand, if you die before you can.. You come straight back to me.."
"Psycho-!" Wolf writhed now; a bad idea, considering his back.
Hearing that yelp, Psycho pulled away from the other. Nearly crawling backward, his eyes wide as he stared at Wolf like he was looking at a ghost. “No, no, no, no! You can’t be alive! H-h-how?” If this was a ghost then it was the most alive ghost he’d seen, that or his mind was being cruel to him again when giving himself someone to talk to, making that someone out to be his best friend.
"Wolf?" He furrowed his brows as he slowly crawled forward again, his brows knitting together as he reached out to touch the other. The other felt warm to the touch, solid and actually there. "Wh…what…how?" His brows rose as his mismatched eyes shimmered over with unshed tears. "H-how’d this happen?"