a/n: also this chapter does use the f-slur in it, im not homophobic. i can say it.
(niomis point of view)
imessage
ashtray
ash
mouse is here
you need to come in my room, be quite.
me
don't tell me what to do
i don't wanna be inna room w you
ash
neither do i but you got no other fucking choice so hurry up
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i grab the bat sitting in the corner of my room and quietly open the door,
making my way towards ashtrays room.
i took notice of a large buff man with no hair. he had a cocky presence. like he owned everything in the room.
his friend not so much.
more scrawny. looked like he'd be honorable in poker.
i shake my head,
we been dealing with these bitches since..
shit, a long ass time.
they supply us, so i have to respect them where respect is due. but i don't fuck with them at all.
i slowly open the door,
being cautious with the amount of
noise i make when i close it.
ash glares at me while he remains
sitting on his bed.
"wachu think we should do?"
he asks quietly.
"ion know, watch for now." i plop down on his rollie chair.
"great, stuck in a room witchu." he rolls his eyes pettily. "kill yourself bitch." i ignore his comment, opening my phone.
ashtray and i aren't typically friendly.
like ever. but no matter how much we fight,
we always remain on the same team.
you know?
but, most of the time he really pisses me off.
he's my bestfriend though.
suddenly somebody enters the house,
we knew due to the sound of the front door opening cause it was old and loud.
we listened for the tone,
and the energy that was giving
in the room with all of them.
mouse spoke,
he asked a bunch of sketchy questions, eventually getting scarily close to fezco.
"ni." ash looked at me, almost for permission. because when we fight, we fight togehter. always.
"word." i nod, grabbing the bat
that rested against the wall.
we connect out pinkies,
kissing our hands.
we've done it since we were little.
we don't know why.
"you take mouse." i mutter,
watching ashtray place his hand on the
door nob.
he didn't open the door.
"you worried?" he furrows his eyebrows.
i stare at him, not wanting to reply.
im not scared of shit.
"headass." ashtray shook his head,
quietly opening the door as we creep out.
eventually he jumps over the couch,
as i jump over the table swinging my bat at custers face while ashtray bashes his hammer in mouses head, killing him.
fez was quick to complain.
"you good g?" ashtray turned to me.
"yea, we chill- you got blood
on my shoes!" i quickly realized,
grabbing the mug that sat on the table
and swung at his face.
