Dance Of The Dead // Andy Leo (RECONSTR)

1 -No Nips

I did what any human being with sense would do.... I fired off questions ten miles a minute while trying to plot an escape from the tiny closet that smelled like oddly (yet) familiarly like sweat and super old mop water. My heart drummed loudly in my ears like a freight train in the dead of night, causing all of my hairs to stand and salute. Goosebumps lined my arms, I could feel them tingling each time the fabric of my jacket brushed up against them, and slightly wondered if the boy in front of me was becoming weirded out by my hyperventilating.

Am I hyperventilating? That isn't me. But it isn't him. I'm sure I could feel his chest rising and falling against my own, because of how close we are. Ignoring the heavy unexplained breathing, I kept going on with my questionss

"What's your name?" I mumbled as I stuffed my fingers in my mouth and bit down on them to try and get the blood flowing through them again. I couldn't help but imagine my heart swelling up, since it clearly kept stealing blood from all of my other body parts just to keep going faster and faster

"When did you start attending the school?" when he didn't answer the first question, I tried again. Something about him made me feel sick to the stomach. Nauseous—but still drawn to find out more. So I couldn't stop myself. I didn't want to either. But even more: I hated being in the dark

"Why did you move here?" and again I tried, just wanting to hear his voice and be reassured that he was real. He shifted uncomfortably under my fiery gaze, moving the weight to his right leg and tapping his bare wrist like he was tapping a watch

"Where are you from?" and again. Mainly because he didn't exactly look like he came from... well, here, or any of the other neighboring cities. He just looked so.... foreign, out of place. It could be mostly due to his unearthly complexion but I'm not sure if I'm seeing right, it's basically hell-dark in this closet.

"Why aren't you answering me?" I huffed loudly in annoyance, folding my arms over my chest and stomping on his foot as I tried to change my position. He didn't seem the slightest bit effected by anything, and held his head low to avoid eye contact. Really, dude?! It's dark as frisk! The closet is small! Stop hiding from me!

This is it, right? I'm gonna die by some guy who dresses in so much black that it makes my brain shut all logic and reasoning out. He's the fucking grim reaper, and I'm the Sim who died in a fire because my human placed a chair in front of the door. I could beg for my life right now. Maybe play a game of rock-paper-scissors. But I think it only works if one of my relatives do it, and right now I'm S.O.L

It got deathly quiet on the other side of the door that he leaned against, whistling a tune I'd never heard before and tapping his wrist to that very tune.

My eyes adjusted to the dark eventually and I could see him smiling, eyes glistening creepily. Even worse than earlier. My heart sped up again

I need to escape

It was no longer about common sense, I would try anything to get away right now.

Haha just kidding. Fucking common sense, here I cooooomeeee