" 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑌𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑡? "

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑆𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛

The smell of bacon started to fill my nose.

My eyes slowly opened and adjusted to the light.

"Finally you're awake."

I turn to Mike. He was laying on his bed playing on his gameboy.

"Shut up I was tired." I stretched.

I got up and went to the bathroom.

My hair was a little messy but not that bad.

I took the hair tie off my wrist and tied my hair up in a messy bun.

I then splashed some water on my face to freshen up a bit.

"I look somewhat decent."

A knock then came from the door.

"(y/n) breakfast is ready." Mike says.

"Ok I'll be there in a second ."

Then a thought came to my mind.

What am I going to be wearing. I don't have any of my clothes here.

I shrugged my shoulders.

"I'll just ask William."

I exited the bathroom and went down the stairs to the kitchen.

The smell of bacon and eggs became more powerful.

"Good Morning sleepy head." William smiled.

I looked at William. He was very nicely dressed.

He had on a grey suit with a purple under shirt and tie. With matching grey pants with black dress shoes.

His hair was swooped to one side and his icy blue eyes still looked dead but with just barley a hint of life but that's what made his eyes so enchanting.

"Good Morning William, you surely look better than you did last night."

"Well I do have to look somewhat presentable, I mean everyone in this town practically loves me."

Mike rolled his eyes.

"They won't love you when they find out what you did."

William turned his head in a janky motion towards Mike.

"And who says they'll find out."

Chills ran up my spine when he said that.

"Well I'm hungry let's eat." William had smiled.

Well his personality just changed fast.

I sat at the table and William put a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast in front of me.

He then sat down at the table with a plate of toast and a cup of coffee.

"Oh by the way Mike you're going to come to the pizzeria with me today."

William then took a sip of his coffee.

"What why!?"

"Because it'll show that I didn't kill the kids because I have my own."

That's a smart strategy but Mike still slammed his head on the table.

"(y/n) is also coming with."

Mike's head then peeked up from the table.

"(y/n)'s coming?"

"What, why am I going?" I asked.

He took another sip of his coffee.

"I'm not leaving someone from the future to roam around the town, so I'll be watching you."