You opened your eyes slowly, and scanned the room. How'd you get there, and why were you there- oh wait, now you were starting to remember. You stole a bunch of cash yesterday and needed a place to hide. The events that occurred yesterday came rushing back into your head. You looked down and saw you were hugging the bag tightly; it was all you had. You groan and roll off the couch, it was really uncomfortable. Welp, guess you should go downstairs, get something to eat, and run back up here.
You ran down the attic stairs and fell on your face. The damn thing came up before you even took a step. You fell really hard and made a loud noise. Great, now they might check on you, and that's what you were trying to avoid. You tried getting back up, but your legs were really hurting so you just lay there with an angry expression. "Stupid ass stairs...Couldn't even fucking work for a second-Look at what it did, damn it. Stupid fucKING STAIRS." You mumbled under your breath, checking to see if you had any cuts or bruises. You had a huge bruise on your knee and left shin, but it wasn't that bad. So eventually, you got up and tried to walk down another flight of stairs. Ah, it was like you were traumatized. You stared down at the steps and attempted to make one, but a pain went up your leg and you almost fell down again. Luckily, you caught your balance and fell backwards. You cussed and swore and hit the floor in anger.
"Um, are you ok?" Someone asked. You looked behind you and saw that redhead named Matt. He was peeking from the little gap between the door and the wall.
" Oh, it's you. Um, yeah, I'm fine, I just fell from your attic." You answered, trying to get up again; failing greatly after you tried. He opened the door and walked towards you to help, but you waved him off.
"Don't worry about it, I'll just walk it off." You said.
"It doesn't seem like you can even walk." He said, crossing his arms.
"I will soon, don't worry 'bout it." You said, wiping the dirt and dust off your shoulder.
"You know, if you're looking for anybody, they're not here. They all went out to buy groceries and I stayed because last time I went I put too much stuff in the cart." He explained, scratching the back of his neck nervously, expecting you to laugh. He said it in such a soft squeaky voice, it was actually pleasing.
" Or is it because you had to stay and make sure I didn't take anything from your house?" You asked. He winced and looked at the ground with a flustered face.
"Great, so now you're my babysitter." You sighed leaning against the wall. He scoffed and walked towards you.
"Hey, what're you doing?" You blabbered, backing away from him. He put his arms under yours and lifted you up onto your feet. Your knees wobbled but you got used to it. After all, you didn't break your legs, you just got a bruise.
"There, all better!" He said, backing up to look at you standing normally again.
"Hey, uh, do you guys have any food or..." You said, trying to change the subject.
"Oh no, we don't have anything right now, that's why they went shopping." He replied, passing you and walking down the stairs.
You sighed and followed him down the stairs. You didn't really have anything else to do, so you decided to follow him around. He was the only one in the house. So you followed him around the house until he went into his room. He only noticed that you were behind him when he turned around to close the door.
"Ah!" He gasped, jumping back, "Were you following me this whole time?"
"Ehh, yeah."
"Ok...Why?"
"Because I'm bored???"
"So you want to...Hang out with me?"
"I guess; you're the only person here, and I can't go out just yet."
"Wow, really??? Ahahha, people like me!"
"I don't like you. I just want to be entertained."
"Oh..."
"So, whadya got?"
"Um, I have novelty toys... I actually have a collection of them!"
"You play with toys...?"
"Yeah!"
"What are you, 4 years old?" You scoffed, looking around his room to see mirrors and paintings of him everywhere. Ew, what a weird vain person. He plays with toys too. He frowned and looked down in shame. He also had these big teary puppy eyes. You sighed and scratched your chin.
" How about we go and do something cool." You said.
"Like what?" He asked.
"I don't know, maybe we can ride bikes down a cliff or something."
"How are we going to do that? We can't- I mean you can't go out!"
"Well I'm not staying here all day! This place is boring as fuck! I can put on a mask or something."
"Are you sure that's safe?"
"Yeah, cops are too busy to be dealing with tiny little robbers like me anyway. They're looking for murders and stuff, I guess."
"Oh, that reminds me, isn't there a murderer on the loose in this area?"
"Who told you that?"
"The tv." He said, pointing at the tiny tv in the corner of his room. The tv said "BREAKING NEWS" and showed a reporter saying that there was a murderer loose in our area and showed what he looked like. He has a beard and a big bald head with cold dead eyes. Last time the cops saw him, he was wearing a striped shirt and black pants. Then he told everyone to stay inside until the murderer was captured.
"Wait, shouldn't your friends be inside then?" You asked, looking at him. He hesitated and looked down, trying to think about it.
"Uhhhh....Wait-yeah! It's dangerous to be out there!"
"Shouldn't we save them then~?"
"We can just call them and tell them about it."
"Yeah, that too, but what if they don't pick up because they're busy being MURDERED."
"Ah! You're right, we should do something better than just calling them!"
"Yeah, so let's gooOoOOOOO!" You YELLED, heading for the door.
"HEY, hey, wait! Put on a mask or something first!" Matt said, yanking your arm back.
Before you could run upstairs and put on a costume or some shit, Edd, Tom and Tord slammed the door open and walked in with a bunch of bags on their arms.
"Aw man!" You sighed; you wanted to go another adventure! Saving your acquaintances from some faggot that murders losers sounded ok, but now they were already home safe. Pissed off, you threw your bag onto the floor and groaned. The reason you did this was because you were always restless. You practically itched for adventure, and that's why you robbed that bank. To think that you'd be staying inside a house with these boring losers made you want to cry. Not only that, but you gave them a bunch of money.
"Geez, what's up with greedy sticky fingers here?" Tom said, placing the bags on the kitchen table.
"Kill yourself!" You groaned again, falling on the floor and hitting the floor.
"God, what a brat... Why did we let them stay here again?" Tom asked.
"Wow (y/n), you've really changed. Now you're pissed off all the time and you're loud." Tord said looking down at you. You wrinkled up your face into something that looked like an angry piece of shit. Then, he leaned over next to your ear and whispered " That's how I like 'EM." You stared at him with wide eyes and rolled away.
"Hey (y/n), can you put these bags away?" Edd asked.
"No!" You yelled, leaning against the wall.
"Let's do something fun!" You said, getting up quickly.
"No, we can't go out, there's a murderer outside. That's why we came here so quickly." Tom said, putting his hands into his pockets.
"Yeah, whatever, we can do something inside."
"Well, uh, actually, we can just talk! Let's find out about each other. Y'know, since we're letting you stay here and all. Does that sound like fun?" Edd said, looking around the group.
Hm, a chance to boast about the adventures you've had? Sounds good; but the downside is you have to wait your turn and wait for them to tell their stupid tales or some shit. No one gives a crap about what they've been through, everyone knows that. You just wait anxiously and ignore everything they've said. Even when it's your turn, they probably don't care either, by you don't know that. That's just go games like these work.
You all sat down in a circle. Matt, Edd and Tom sat on the couch, and you and Tord sat on the floor facing them. This guy is really weird...
"Alright, now who wants to go first?" Edd asked with a bright smile on his face.
"I'll go." Tord said, raising his hand and putting it down behind your back. He was trying to lean on your shoulder but you backed away and he fell on the floor. He got up quickly and acted like nothing happened.
"Ok, one fun fact about me is that I actually used to date (y/n)." Tord smirked, looking at you. Everyone gasped and Edd said "Oh, is that why you came here? Because you miss Tord and want him back?"
"WH-No!!! I don't even remember dating him at all!" You snapped. Tord shrugged and said "Eh, what can you do?" You glared and said "Alright, one fun fact about me is... I, uh, I hate all of you and you piss me off. Well, except for you Edd, and maybe Matt..." You muttered. Edd gave a weak smile and Matt beamed. Were you the only person that could tolerate his existence?
"Um...Ok..." Tom said, getting that you hated him too. "Anyways, one fun fact about me is I love alcohol." He added, taking a big gulp from his flask and passing out onto the floor.
"Hey, I like alcohol too." You said. "Can I have some?" You asked.
...
He didn't answer so you took it as a "I'm in unconcious how do you expect me to answer". You took the flask and took some sips. Holy shit, this was strong as hell.
"I usually don't drink anything strong, but hopefully if I drink enough, you all will be a little more tolerable." You groaned, feeling a little dizzy. Maybe if you drink enough you'll hallucinate and have an imaginary adventure.
"Hey, aren't you 16? You shouldn't be drinking hardcore alcohol." Edd said.
"Oh, leave her alone, her actual age may say she's 16, but she definitely doesn't act like it." Tord said, winking.
Just because of that, you drank until it was empty and asked where the rest was.
"(Y/n), stop, you don't even like it." Edd said.
"How do you know, you don't know me!..!3" You mumbled.
"Because you said out loud 'I hate alcohol, this is disgusting.'" Edd said.
"Oh." You said, running to the kitchen.
"Hey, wait, I didn't say what the fun fact about me was!" Matt called out.
You ignored them and found a huge bottle of bourbon lying around in the far corner. You broke the bottle open and spilled some on the floor, but you chugged the rest and suddenly everything went black.
"Ah geez, she passed out. Matt, can you put her in the attic? In case the cops come? We don't want to carry her all the way up there last minute." Edd said, sighing and going to his room. "Hey, why can't I carry them to their room?" Tord asked.
"Tord, I think we both know the answer to that question." Edd said, poking his head out of the door. Tord mumbled and went to your unconscious body anyways.
"Hey, I'm supposed to take (y/g) upstairs, not you!" Matt said.
"You really want to carry someone up 2 flights of stairs?" Tord said.
"Well...Um, no..." He answered.
"Good, then shut up." Tord said, grabbing you and going up the stairs. Matt looked up at you two and scratched his chin.
Instead of taking you to your room in the attic, he took you to his room and placed you on the bed. He stared at your body and lifted your shirt to see your stomach.
"Just...Like...Old times..." He breathed, placing his hands on your bare skin. The coldness from his hands woke you up and you looked around.
"Hnn?" You groaned, looking down to see Tord leaning over you. He rubbed against your body and you realized what was going on.
"Hey-woah, what are you doing???" You yelled, trying to wriggle out of the position you were in. He grabbed your arms and pinned them on the bed. You struggled to break free, but he pressed against you.
"Don't resist, you know you want this." He said, getting closer to your face. You turned your head and screamed for help. Ugh, out of all the houses, you had to choose this one. The one with the alcoholic, the horny pervert, the vain creature and uh, yeah, then a normal one that likes drawing.
"Hey, I heard screaming and- woah, Tord what are you doing???" Matt said, opening the door and gasping. His face went red because Tord's hands were in your pants; not to mention in a very inappropriate area. Tord looks back in shock and became flustered.
"Oh, uh, hey Matt! Why are you here...?" He said, jumping away from you. You ran to Matt and tripped. He picked you up and got in front of you in defense.
"We're you going to rape (y/g)?" Matt asked.
"Erm...No, I was just...Helping them put their clothes on...?" Tord said, starting to sweat.
"Then why were they screaming?" Matt asked.
"The pants were too tight?"
"Oh ok." Matt replied; what a stupid idiot.
"No, that's not true! He really was going to rape me! He was trying to get inside and everything!" You said, grabbing onto Matt's legs. Matt gasped and turned to Tord.
"So you were going to rape her, and you lied to me?" He yelled. Tord had an expression that looked pissed off and he sat on his bed.
"Ok, whatever, get out of my room." Tord said, zipping up his pants. Matt stared, then closed the door. He looked down at you and lifted you up. "Are you ok?" He asked. You sighed and avoided making eye contact. It was really awkward because it was one of those situations where you have to look at the person while they're talking so it ISN'T awkward, but if you look directly at them, you'll blush and they'll get the wrong idea. Ugh, interacting with people is hard.
"Y-Yeah, I'm fine." You stuttered. Yikes, why were you so nervous and flustered?
"Ok, that's good to hear!" He said patting your back. He then smiled and walked past you. You stared at the wall and grabbed his arm.
"Um, wait." You said, finally making eye contact. He looked back at you and said "What?" You glanced at the ground and blushed. Damn it, you promised yourself that you wouldn't blush! You faGGOT. Anyways, you hesitated and shook your head. "Nevermind, it's nothing." You said, letting go. He looked at you with confusion, but shrugged it off and walked away. Ah, what the actual hell was that? Why did you stop him? You sat down and sank onto the floor. You were leaning against Tord's bedroom door and heard the tv. It sounded like he was watching the news. You pressed your ear against the door to hear it better, but fell over when the door opened. You looked up and saw Tord looking down on you. He looked kind of embarrassed, but tried to hide it.
"Hey, uh, I'm sorry for what just happened. I don't know what came over me." He said, lifting you up. ( JFC why is everyone always lifting you up, just get up yourself you dweeb.) You were very uncomfortable and yanked your hand back. "Um, you know that murderer that was on the tv?" He asked, trying to change the subject. You nodded slowly and said "What about it." He leaned against the doorway and pointed at the tv, indicating that the news person was talking about the loose murderer. "They caught him and put him in jail." He said, "He was actually in front of our house." You widened your eyes, and said " Really?" He nodded and kept explaining how the guy was going to break in and make you guys hostages; but the cops shot his leg and he got arrested. You were in shock; did that really happen???
"I'm just glad they arrested him, he was dangerous and could've hurt you." He said.
You nodded slowly and said "Yeah, I'm glad too."