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Shrugit

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Michiko let out a groan of disappointment, and lifted their palms from the keyboard. She rested them on her thighs letting out a breath. "Bullshit. I ran out of caramel coffee. Looks like I gotta leave the bed." She complained in nothing more than a slight whisper. Michiko abandoned her bedroom, and made her way down the carpet covered stairs. They had walked to the kitchen, turning to a left. Their eyes resting on the upper cabinet.

Everybody was gifted with height. But no, not me. She wore a face of disgust, and she lifted her leg to the countertop. Reaching her arm up high, feeling for the jar of powder. Agitation taking its course through her veins.

They had finally grabbed it after so many tries. Placing their left foot to the tiled floor, and slowly their right. Their palm placing the jar on the white tiled island top. They plugged in the coffee machine, and gripped the container below. Walking over to the sink, "seriously she locked all the doors but oh no. I have to do the dishes." Michiko sarcastically mumbled.

Turning the lever, and boiling hot water escaped the head of the sink. She watched the container fill, and shut off the water. Placing the container in place, and gripping to a filter. Pouring surely more than half of the container inside. Michiko watched her coffee, and pondered. Should I get the real instant coffee? Eh? She shrugged it off, and glared at the cabinet.

Michiko made their way to the cupboard. Opening it slightly, a squeak escaping the screws. She grabbed the large thermos that was a silvery grey. Majority of items she admired were silvery at least. They had waited for a few moments, before pouring the piping hot coffee into the thermos. She looked outside, squinting her eyes from the brightness.

Michiko grabbed the caramel sweetener, she grabbed some sugar that lied in the spices cabinet. Luckily she could just barely reach, for it being on the first shelf. After flavoring her coffee, that'll last her at best an hour or a few moments. She took a whiff of her caffeinated beverage, and took a gulp. Letting out a sigh of satisfaction.

She walked up to her room, and closed the door. She looked at her television, and noticed something. It was a report, for the news. "I didn't even?" She questioned aloud, and instantly changed the channel. Michiko turned off her extremely fruity anime, that lied on the laptop. She glanced towards her manga collection, which was in a bookshelf. And stacks and stacks of boxes beside it.

She was watching Hetailia: Axis Powers which at first she didn't like, because she didn't understand the plot. But, overtime she had favored the personalities of the characters. Everything was normal for her, until something interrupted her. It was her ill sibling, Mei. She let out a loud shriek, and the two older siblings stared at her.

Koyuki glared at the opened window, "what happened?" They questioned. "I saw a figure from afar and decided to investigate. From my bed that is" Mei answered without hesitation. "Did they appear fictional like?" Koyuki inquired.

Mei's head nodded, but no emotion appeared to change. She still seemed intrigued. Michiko exited the ill child's bedroom. Taking another sip from her thermos, and rubbing her exhausted eyes. She remembered her sister's outfit, like we were leaving somewhere. That was beside the point, the two had seen a figure that lied outdoors. It apparently appeared fictional like? Whatever that could ever mean.

Michiko lied on her bed, and let her laptop charge. It lied atop the desk of white, and beside the mouse pad of ahegao expressions. They grabbed the headphones that had yaoi character printed on the sides. It was a black base at first, and she picked up her phone. Listening to whatever was currently on from last time.

She heard a constant thumping, that came from below her. But, they had ignored for a while. Until the thumping stopped suspiciously. It was unsettling for a few silent moments. Michiko sipped from her thermos, and rested her shoulders low. She listened to her music, and decided to investigate. But, based off her knowledge of horror movie laws, she gripped to a pocket knife. That had lied on her dresser of black and grey.

She walked down, lowering her headphones to her neck. They had glared across from them, and gripped to the knife. Placing it to face forward, and she looked at the backdoor. A freakish figure lying against the door. Their head hitting the door repeatedly, but it was silent now. Don't know if that was a good or bad thing.

Michiko walked onward towards the creature. It appeared rotten based of the small insects that appeared around it. They looked down to the eyes of the creature, she lost her interest. Her face returned to relaxation or resting. The creature stared into her eyes, and their rotten sagging face. It had appeared shocked or even feared, for a sliver of a moment.

What the fuck is that? Michiko inquired mentally, and made a mental note. It was about strange noises. She had walked to the backdoor, and unlocked it. Sliding the door open, and the creature falling the tiled ground. She lowered herself to kneel, and pulled her pocket knife forward. Gripping tightly,and her aim perfect. The creature had only hurt its mouth. Michiko lowered her knife harshly, and pressed it inside the skull of the being.

It reached for her while the world ceased. They had kicked the being out of the house, and it landed a few away from the patio itself. She shut the door,locking it completely. They had looked down to their palm with the knife. It had a red substance that was far too thick to be water.

She felt as if she should panic,but she had washed her hands. After cleaning both herself and the pocket knife. She left the blood pooling alone, and retreated to her bedroom. Letting out a grumble.

A weird turn of events today, and she wondered if those things will come back. She undressed out of the slightly bloodied shirt, and changed into a black jumper. It had a pentagram on the front, and an array of the numbers 420 and 666 on the back. It was an aesthetic of hers, and it seemed nice on her jumper. Michiko took off her pajama pants, and put on black shorts with a rough sandpaper like feeling.

Some white socks that reached her thighs, and she shrugged if she should put on shoes right now. Boredom wavered inside her, and she sat down on her bed. Criss-cross style. She let out an annoyed groan, and pondered if everyone has seen them. Herself and her siblings already have. Michiko lifted her headphones and tossed her dirtied clothes in the hamper.

It was a regular one that appeared straw-like. You know they come in regular brown,or white,creme, and sometimes mixed up. She lied on her bed contemplating, letting her thoughts invade her.

Michiko lifted her headphones, and she shut her eyes. Her curiosity fueling drowsiness.

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Main focus ; Michiko