I forgot to mention, in this fanfic, Will has blue hair dye 

In this fanfic, Will is Bipolar and schizophrenic. Honestly, it makes a lot of sense for him to have any disorder because... Well, let me put this lightly... Let's see... How to make this kid-friendly... From the first chapter, he's obviously bat-shit insane.

Chloe's P.O.V.

It's been two weeks and I haven't seen Will ever since he's went to that bar. He didn't say goodbye which is strange. He hasn't called or texted, nothing that tells me he's okay, maybe I'm being paranoid. Then again... From how he's been acting, what if he goes up to some gangster and pisses them off thanks to how he's acting now. (The reader may be thinking; Chloe, why don't you get him mental help. It's take a while for the therapy to fully healed him and if he went to an Asylum then that'd be the same as my fanfiction 'To The Asylum'.

Will's P.O.V.

I'm walking down this street, full of people. I'm not heading any where, just walking. I'm looking down but suddenly look up to see someone on the sidewalk. His hair is curly and brown. His back is facing me, walking further from me. While I put my head down I must've missed him which explains why he's ahead of me. I run up to him with excitement.

?'s P.O.V.

I hear footsteps behind and look behind me but I quickly catch on to see a man beside me with a blue fringe and black hair with eyes of which possesses a mixture of emotion I don't know how to feel about... Insanity, happiness, confusion but I feel as if he can't feel anything, like if he came face to face with a dangerous criminal I can't tell if he'd can feel fear, even if he held a gun to his head. It makes me feel uneasy and a bit confused. I realize I've been staring into his eyes for awhile to the point we've both stopped walking. I decide I'm acting too paranoid about how I think he is and am being too awkward from staring at some random stranger in the yes for who knows how long, so I continue walking. He follows me and I take quick notice of this. He gets even closer to me which is an uncomfortable amount which doesn't make me feel better. He sings a weird tune "The same rules go for everyone~" I feel more confused and along with that, I feel a weird feeling in my stomach as if something is terribly wrong with this guy. Something is off with him, obviously. "Uhh... Can I help you? Do you need something?" I ask, clearly uncomfortable but I don't think he notices. "You hungry?" He asks, completely ignoring my question, as if I never asked it in the first place. "Wha-wha- why are you asking me that?! Why are you acting so bizzare?! We just met and we don't even know each other's names!" I say in retaliation and frustration from how he's acting.  "Friend, friend, friend... There's no need to be so hostile, am I truely acting weird? You don't have to eat though." He says, pulling out a photograph of him pushing a man's hand in a pot of boiling hot water as the guy screams. I don't know what to say as my face cringes from disturbance as I wonder why or how he'd think it'd be okay to show me a picture of something like this. "Well... What do you think?" He asks, leaning closer to me as he waits for my response and claps which makes me want to freak out.