Hit Man - Karlnap

6

George’s POV;

I woke up with a feeling of warmth. I liked it, until I felt breathing on my neck.

oh shit, I thought to myself.

I opened my eyes to see myself in a yellow room, or green. I can’t tell the difference.

I tried not to move, scared that the girl hugging me would wake up.

“Good morning,” a deep, sleepy voice said.

Well, I guess he heard me breathing differently. I rolled over to face him, eager to see what he looked like.

Blond fluffy hair. Pink parted lips that made me want more of his touch. Yellow eyes, which are most likely green, sparkling when they look into mine. Freckles evenly on his nose, going onto his cheeks.

Then I remembered, it was Dream. As in Nick’s friend.

He looked at me and said “No, we didn’t do anything. Don’t worry. ”

I let out a sigh of relief and got out of bed, and him and I went to make breakfast.

This will be an awkward morning.

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Karl’s POV;

I woke up in Nick’s arms. I remember him bringing me home, and telling him not to leave me. I remember him looking at me as I peacefully fell asleep. I felt safe. Maybe a  little safer as I should have felt.

I looked at him, and he looked at me back. We stayed in our embrace for a few minutes, then went down stairs. I made pancakes while Nick was talking in some language on the phone. I think it might be Greek, but I’m not so sure.

I let him talk to whoever he was talking to, and finished making the pancakes.

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Sapnap’s POV;

Once we went downstairs, I got a call from Dream.

*going to translate cuz idk greek, and you probs don't either*

“What’s up?” I asked.

“Listen Nick, don’t forget about the job”

“Dude, I never forget about a job”

“Ok, just watch your feelings because if you can’t kill him, I will”

I was shocked. I haven’t heard him like this for a while, and speaking Greek too? He was probably with someone. Maybe George. Fucking knew it.

Anyway, I hung up, still shocked on what Dream was intending. I don’t like Karl, and if I had the chance, I’d kill in without hesitation.

I’d look right into his beautiful grey eyes, holding his waist onto the wall so he can’t move. I’d grab my knife, and slowly stab his throat. I’d not want him to fear me, or well, have a lot of fear. I’d watch his blood run down his neck, onto his chest. I’d lay him down, and sit next to him, just to make sure he doesn’t die alone.

But why would I care if he dies alone or not?

Maybe I do have to watch myself.

Karl waved a hand in front of my face, and I snapped out of my thoughts.

“Hey, sorry I zoned out” I said looking into those same beautiful grey eyes.

“It’s ok, ” he giggled, “I’m done with your pancakes” he said as he put a plate of two nicely done pancakes, with nutella and whipped cream on each, making a cute design. I smiled.

I now wish I didn’t take this job.

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a/n

another short-ish chapter

words: 545
published: October 28, 2021