June 14, 2018

“We have a problem!” Adria shouted worryingly, her eyes filled with worry and fear.

“Well, I could’ve forgotten to hide the body,” Mike admitted, feeling guilty. “You’re not mad at me, right? I mean, that’s our whole goal, killing people?”

“Yes, but not in front of our house!” She yelled, but not loud enough for the people that are gathered outside to hear us. “The cops asked me what happened, and I had to come up with a lie, and we almost got caught! Be more careful!”

“Alright, alright.”

“Well, go hide the body,”
“Now? But there are people out there!”

“Not now, idiot, later.”

“You can go now,”

“I live here too, or have you forgotten?”

“Right, sorry.”

“I’m going now,”

“Okay, bye.’’

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He went to the fridge, only to find that there was almost nothing there. Ugh, I guess I’ll go grocery shopping.

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As he was walking, he saw someone a little familiar. Black hair, violet, and short figure.. is that... He ran up to him. “Hey, Ashy!” he greeted. The guy turned around.

“Who are you and how do you know my name?” He asked.

“I’m Micheal, remember?”

“I guess, I don't know.”

“Still as forgetful as always,” He sighed, “You look more different than before, woah.”

“Yeah, changes happen.”

“I have to go now, sorry.”

“No, no, it’s fine, see you later..?”

“Yeah.”

“Bye.”

“Bye, take care!”

And so he walked.