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Is That Blood?

                     Given my roommate had always been a weird one. That didn't change that fact that I really didn't have anywhere else to go. All of the other apartments were either too expensive or had an even weirder roommate.

At first, he didn't seem so bad, but throughout the continuous weeks that we have been staying together. It started to concern me so I asked him about it.

"Clark, are you sure that you're alright." He looked up from his place on the couch. He had been sitting there for the last few hours.

A look of confusion, with slight panicked, flashed over his face.

"Wwwwhhhhaaattt? No, I don't know what you're talking about. Hehehe." He was waving me off with random hand gestures. I gave him a look of doubt and he ran to his room while I was chasing him.

"Sorry, but I'm going to go and... you know...eat some food?" Clark said with a questioning voice. I heard the window in his room open. He had defiantly left through the window like a weirdo. I rolled my eyes walk over to the window in the kitchen. I yelled down at him,

"Get me some tie food." He looked around before looking up at the window. He waved and started to run. I laughed because of the concerned passer buyers. I walked back into my room.

It was somewhat later in the day and he still hasn't come back to the house. Given this was relatively normal for him to spend excessive amounts of time trying to find food, but this was a bit longer than normal. So instead I decided just to make some food instead.

I walked over to the kitchen only to see the cat over on the counter trying to eat the sugar container.

"Aye, stop it Zorub. No matter how hard you try you will never be able to access the jar." She meowed unamusedly. Jumping off the counter, she gave me access to the cabinet. I grabbed some soup to eat when the door opened.

"Guess who's back. Back again. Shady's back, with some food." Clark sang slightly sauntering over to the kitchen.

"That is not how the song goes." "O, I know but I wanted to make my own version." He was unpacking the bag that he had brought home with him. I leaped over the back of the couch to successfully get into my binge watching/ eating position. He looked over at me.

"And you say I'm the weird one." "What you are." I fired back a response.

Doubtingly he gave me a look. "Yeah, because eating on the couch laying upside down is a normal occurrence with people." Bringing over the take out and handing it to me. I just rolled my eyes and ate while Clark chooses Sherlock off of Netflix. I looked over at him and faked sentiment.

"You know me so well." He laughed and threw a pillow at me. "Shut up and eat your food."

After a couple episodes, I randomly said.

"Hey, I just realized that you look a lot like Benedict Cumberbatch." He looked back down at me.

"Yeah totally. I go out with Tom Hiddleston to polish my cheekbones." Sarcastically getting up and going to bed.

I headed up to my room after turning off the lights.

                 I woke up to weird sounds coming from the other room. I put on a robe and noticed that whatever was happening was happening in the dark. Getting to the main room, I flipped on the switch. I stopped when I saw Clark just standing there with red all over him.

"Is that blood?" I question looking him up and down and around.

"No?" He questioned doing that weird eyebrow thing.

"Is that a lie?" "Maybe." He looked around probably trying to find an excuse. I looked behind him and saw Chris laying in the floor behind him.

"Dude you know how hard it is to get blood out of the carpet." I scolded. Walking past him, grabbing the body and picking it up.

"What are you doing?" He asked as I kept walking towards the bathroom. "I'm putting this guy in the tub so that we can dispose of his body properly." The look on his face was priceless.

"How do you know how to take care of a body?" He asked as I started to wash off the blood. I started laughing and all I could say was,

"Tumblr."