*unedited*
▪Day 4▪
A new day has started for Darryl, who was already awaken before the sun.
The brown haired boy was going out of the bathroom, feeling great.
"I should take morning showers more often." He thought, dressing himself up.
He decided that today he was finally going to talk to somebody again. A person that he has been ignoring for a couple of weeks now.
He knew it. Myla was going to be furious.
It didn't matter that much, still. At the end, the only reason Darryl has to talk to her, is because of his old friend Daniel.
{Daniel = DamnNightmare = 1st Owner of Munchy, and 1st friend of Darryl} (He is going to be important. Remember that)
He sighed, glancing at his phone.
It was 4:41 am. It would be pointless to try now. But he forced himself to do it, at some point today.
Meanwhile, he decided that it was a good time to do some house improvement. Even if the idea seemed awful as hell.
He went to his basement and started the cleanup. That room was by far the worst place in his house. So, it was time to change that.
He quickly noticed that it would be better if he first cleanned that up, and then take a shower. The place was awful on every way possible. H
Just 10 minutes later, he was already tired. The air smelled so bad, that he convinced himself it wasn't just laziness. He quickly went to his own bed to rest for a little while. He layed on bed, as he watched stuff on his phone.
*Trrrrrrrrrrrrrrr trrrrrrrrrrr*
"Huh? What is that?" He thought, clearly unaware of what should be a familiar sound for him.
He reacted quickly, going to his wardrobe and looking for his gun.
He grabbed it, ready for the fight that could take place at any moment. He is not the type of guy that will let you rob his house.
"Who's there? Get out right now" Darryl yelled, as he walked out of his room.
Silence.
"WHO IS THERE? I HAVE A GUN" He yelled again, this time feeling like something was off.
He looked around, realizing his lovely Rat was nowhere to be seen.
No. Everything but that...
*Trrrrrrrrrrrrr trrrrrrrrrrrr*
The unexpected sound scared him. He almost used his gun against his own wall.
But then he realized.
"Isn't that... my doorbell?"
He quickly realized that yes, in fact it was. And he was doing something stupid right now.
He went back to his wardrobe as fast as he could, and let the gun there.
*Darryl POV*
I opened the door to find an unknown short black haired guy in front of me. And on top of that, I also found Rat, who was licking his face.
"Ohh hello" he says, giggling. Trying his best to make my dog stop.
He seemed to be failing.
"What do you want?" I said, straight to the point. I have zero interest on talking to an unknown guy who randomly appeared on my door.
"Wow. Rude. I'm the inspector of houses, may I check your house situation?" He says.
I nodded. Letting the man join my living room.
He quickly glanced at the little door that was supossed to be well hidden.
"What is on here?" He asked.
"Just a thing" I said.
"Okay, I love seeing things" he said, as he opened the door.
He messed up.
I follow him inside, and immediatly start hearing him complaining about the smell, and how bad the place seemed.
"This- pfff-I cant eve-" he coughed.
"Shut up, I bet your house is-" I got interrupted.
"Help, he-HELP" He yells at me. I look at him. His face is almost green, he seems to be right about to throw up, or pass out, or maybe even both things.
Soon, I see his entire body falling directly to the floor, his head hitting the wall. That must hurt.
"Ehhhhh what do I dooo?" I thought, feeling myself dizzy. I need to get out of here.
But I can't just leave him here, can I? I argued with myself, when suddenly Lucy joined the room and went straight to the unconscious body.
"Lucy... please, stop it" I thought, watching her bitting the hoodie sleeve of the guy, trying her best to move him, or wake him up.
I sighed. "Okay okay, let me do it" I tell her.
I grabbed the best way I could the guy's body, picking him up, in bridal style.
*3rd person POV*
As little as he was, the black haired guy wasn't that light. Darryl was already thinking on dropping him, but before that, he should try a little more.
Finally, he was able to get out of the room, and he put the other man on the sofa of his living room.
Darryl sighed. Out of all the guys that could inspect his house, it had to be an hypersensitive,right?
"Wait."
"Inspect my house?"
He quickly turned around to the guy who was laying on the sofa, and had completely passed out.
"Who the hell are you!?" Darryl suddenly yelled at him. Something was off.
He knew that in other circunstances, he should totally call an ambulance, or give him some type of help, but something was clearly out of place here.
He then realized, the transformation that was happening. The not-anymore unconscious guy was bleeding, while something was growing on his body.
It was all over his arms, his back, and even his face. Small crystals were appearing, taking all the space they could.
Screams could be heard, coming from the obvious victim: Zak.
His skin was quickly and painfully turning into a shade of dark and light blue, product of all of the crystals that could be seen.
His pain was huge. He couldn't move, and even if he could, it would be a terrible idea.
Tearing up, he tried his best to look around, searching for some type of help, something to do. Someone. Anyone. Anything.
Unfortunately, all he saw with his blurry eyes, was a man standing in front of him, tremblingly aiming with a gun, ready to pull the trigger.
With an unknown strength, the shorter guy tried his best to move to the side...
But it was already too late.
One shot.
Two shots
And a third.
It all went black, and there was no longer pain.
Darryl sighed. He has a lot of blood to clean later.
"Go away, Lucy, it isn't the moment for-"
"Stop licking my fac-"
Slowly, Darryl could feel the annoying light coming right at his face. The sunlight was there. It was day time.
He forced himself to open his eyes. He was more confused than ever before.
"Where am I?"he asked himself, looking around. He saw Lucy, his little dog, who was still licking him, now, his right hand instead of his face.
He moved his hand away, only to realize something concerning.
"Why the hell do I have my gun with me?????" He thought, holding it and looking around.
He recognized his room. He was layed on bed, with his phone by his side.
Did he fall asleep scrolling through twitter?
"A fucking dream" he said.
"Or maybe more of a nightmare." He added.
"Or a little of both" he added again, caressing unconsciously his gun.
A/N:
Oops.
It was pretty obvious I think, so I hope I didnt scare anyone lmao.
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