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I got home and sighed, knowing their was so fur baby to greet me as I stepped through the door. I know I'm not where I'm supposed to be. Error specifically said for me to be with Nightmare and Killer. Since my mental state isn't been that good. But I don't want to wear out my welcome to much. So, I started to pick up random shirts and pants that apparently Error threw on the floor and decided to leave there.
I put them in the hamper and found the kitchen was a mess also. I don't really blame Error. I usually cleaned the house, since I can't sit down for more than 5 minutes half the time. But also he was struggling with mental health issues as well. Since his brother is in the hospital and their is a mystery person trying to hurt us.
I finished cleaning the kitchen and went to the bedroom, finding it clean and tidy, thankfully it seemed Error was at least in here sometimes. Being his knitting stuff being on the bed. I'm pretty sure Error was with Geno and I wanted some alone time. I went to the living room , jumping seeing Fresh sitting on the couch.
"H-how did you get in here..?" I mumbled as Fresh's glasses changed to " and he smirked.
"Ain't gonna tell ya ma secrets bro." Fresh said as he got up and went closer to me, having to look up to see his face with how tall he was. "Though I wanna know why my brother is so paranoid." He mumbled, sending a shiver down my spine.
I was debating whether to tell Fresh or not. I mean he deserves to know about his older brother. But I dont want to endanger him with knowing. I don't want him getting hurt also.. But I feel like if I dont hes going to do something out of pocket.. And Fresh genuinely scared me sometimes.
"I-I.. T-there-" I stuttered before Fresh's glasses changed to "WH-AT" and he chuckled softly. Causing me to blush an array of colors from complete and utter embarrassment.
"Chill out bruh. Come sit wit me and have a chat." I followed Fresh to the couch and sat down next to him. "Alright. Tell me.. EVERYTHING."
We sat there for about an hour or so talking about everything that was happening, my dad getting out of jail. The threatening letter, even getting it out the drawer and showing him. Then the poeple I suspect hes targeting since he attacked Geno. Fresh took a picture of the letter just in case and I even told him about Dream. All he did was say sorry and he hoped he gets better, since well he doesn't really know Dream.
I was in the middle of explaining why I wasn't living here since he asked if Error had kicked me out.. I mean he did in a sense but for a good reason I guess.. Till my phoned dinged. It was from Reaper.. I unlocked my phone and sat next to Fresh where Fresh could see. I dont have anything to hide.
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Dead man - Hey, so... I got something through mail...
Me - What is it?
Dead man - Sent Attachment
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I opened it to see a picture of him holding a letter, the letter looked beat up and crumbled, it also had sloppy hand writing like someone purposely did it or just tried to write WAY to fast.
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Hello, Reaper, Right? Pretty sure. To be honest
Don't really care who you are. At least not anymore.
Your husband was not my target.
But it was pretty fun seeing how much of a fight
your husband can bring.
- Old Friend
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Fresh made a huff sound as I stared at the words... Geno really wasn't the target. So, who was the target..? I didn't respond after a few minutes and I saw another message pop up.
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Dead man - Geno wasn't the fucking target. He almost got put into a fucking coma because of someones fuck up and being ignorant.
Me - I know, we will find out who is doing this.
Dead man - Oh, we are. One way or another. No one hurts my husband and gets away with it. Goth is worried sick.
Me - Don't worry. We did it before we can do it again.
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Fresh didn't make a sound and got up from the couch. I turned to Fresh who had a unreadable expression on his face.
"W-where are you going?" I asked as Fresh's glasses changed to "NO-PE" and just smirked at me for a few seconds before finally talking.
"Someone hurt my big brother, someones going to pay. You can play your game of detectives.. I'll play mine." That was all Fresh said before walking out the door.
Something told me to at least try and talk reason to him as I quickly got up off the couch and went to the apartment door. Seeing down the hallway to see no trace of anyone.. How did he do that..? I jumped when I heard a clash behind me, in the living room. Did Fresh backtrack or something?
I got into the living room to see nothing... Nothing but a neat letter on the coffee table... And the window open, the drapes softly swaying in the wind. Someone was in here.... Someone broke into the apartment and left a letter.. That someone could have easily killed me... I'm not the target... I felt a sense of relief wash over me but was quickly replaced with worry and guilt. That means someone can still get hurt..
I slowly walked up to the letter and opened it, seeing no return address. Just my name messily written. I pulled out the paper, expecting to be another letter... Oh... It wasn't a letter... It was a picture... A picture of me leaving Dream and Cross's house, me getting in the car as Cross held the door open for me...
I let out a breath I was holding and flipped it over to see if it had anything.. It did. It had a saying 'I know where yall are. I have eyes and ears everywhere. None of yall are safe' Someone is stalking us.. Someone knows where all of us live... No one is safe..
We need to find him soon, or at least one of us is not going home after this...