"For your own good."(OC X Updike)

chapter three "Cloudy with a chance of rain."

Updike sighed, taking his chance. "916-334-483-2970." He said.

"Heeeeeey! Das achoholics anonymous~!" Hunter said, gently bapping him on the head.

"You asked." Updike sighed.

"Your voice is funy~" Hunter giggled.

"How did you even manage to get this hammered?" Updike asked.

"Bad dream....Drunk to blackout...!" Hunter giggled.

"...that...is a HORRID way of coping, dear." Updike grimaced.

"I know, but I don't have any fends...my ony other fend is busy all th' time 'n' I doh wanna disturb her....! *hyup!*" Hunter hiccupped.

"Lucky." Updike sighed.

"Nooo! I don like being alone! *hyup!* It makes me saaaaaad! Being sad makes me dink so I sleep all th' time!" Hunter whined.

"..." Updike fell silent.

"I sleep, and sleep, and sleep, and sleep, and sleep, and sleep, and sleep until I need food, and then I sleep again!" Hunter giggled.

"...."

"I don't even know whoooo my parents arre!" Hunter hiccupped. "I haven't seen them in a while now, *hyurp!* I hope they're okay...!"

"...right..." Updike sighed.

"Whimur's my fen....buh he tu scured to say hei..." Hunter whimpered.

Updike stopped a few seconds, trying to decode what the Fuck Hunter just said. "Who's your friend, dear?" He asked.

"Whimur....! Buh you keep tying to kill him and-an-and das vevy rude!" Hunter said, booping him again.

"Whitmore?" Updike asked, hesitating a moment.

"Nyah....he's so *hyurp!* nice too meee....." Hunter trailed off.

"How so?" Updike asked, now interested.

"Nyum.....he give me hepats...I gi himb a few bucks an a meel...!" Hunter hiccupped.

"I...see." Updike nodded despite being unable to understand anything he was saying.

"Ya know, Gabriel, I-*HYURP!*-I like you...! You're nyce to me...! You care me...!" Hunter hiccupped. "Yeah you-*hyurp!*-lose your temper with me and-*hyurp!*-sometimes lock me in da closet, but-*hyurp!*-at least you have don't tried to unbirth me....!" Hunter hiccupped.

"Is....that so?" Updike grimaced.

Hunter nodded. "Nyah....Nobuhy else seems to like me, Gabriel.....!" Hunter frowned.

"Nobody, hm?" Updike asked.

"No.....nobuhy...." Hunter hiccupped.

Updike sighed. "I need to go for a bit. Can you handle yourself?" Updike asked.

"Mhm...I'll proby jus seep for a bih....." Hunter yawned.

"Alright....When you're sober, go back to your workplace." Updike ordered.

"Yessir...~!" Hunter giggled.

Updike sighed, rubbing his temples, leaving the room. 

"I wonder what he tinks of me....~! proby good tings.....~!" Hunter giggled.

(Outside the room.)

"Dumbass git." Updike sighed tiredly. "All of what he said was probably just drunken asinine bullshit. Whitmore doesn't HAVE friends. Besides, if it was true, Hunter would be a traitor."