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The door creaked open, a dank musky smell present. The room was dark, dust particles floating through the air, disturbed by the door moving. This room hasn't been opened in years, and yet a man sat hunched on his bed in the far corner of the room. His molded navy blue hair covering his face, hands tucked over his eyes. You walk in eyeing him. You knew he used to live in the basement of the old Deetz house, but you'd never seen his room - you'd never even gone in the basement as a matter of fact. It seemed very ... Desolate. Like even when Beej was alive he was really the only one that came down here.
You shook your head, taking small steps towards him. Every single step was followed by a creak but he didn't look up, didn't even move. The air was stuffy, even though neither of you two talked it felt like your ears were being filled with noise.
"This was my room, you know." His voice rasped. It was worse than usual.
"Tell me about it." was all you had to say. He droned on about his old life, comparing it to now - his feelings. How even when he's happy he can feel his body empty, physically. It's a psychological nightmare.
"And when I was upset and angry at the world, tired of smelling smoke and hearing all the yelling and fussing, I would come down here. Ended up just making it my room. But that secluded me ... I don't regret it though. The power box is down here." He winked at you, a small smile flashing on his face, his yellowed sharp teeth visible. The pudge of his face almost glowed in your eyes. It was breathtaking watching his hair change from dark blue to baby blue, even though you've known him for a year.
You know all of his tricks, his quirks, and his stupid catchphrases.
You don't really think they're stupid, though.
He patted his knees and stood up, his raggy clothes leaving a scent wafting in the air. Lord knows how many times you've told him you'll just get him new clothes. "The smell won't go away," he says. "So you're calling me STINKY then?" You roll your eyes each time.
"Head back up, starlight. Think the Deetz would want help with dinner and all." He motioned to the door. You walk to the door, looking back at him. "And you?" You question. You'll be damned if you leave him by himself right now.
"Well -" he cuts himself off, looking away. "Kinda thought that'd work." You shake your head, smiling at him. You extend your hand out to him, motioning for him to grab it. He shakes his head at you and huffs. "Stubborn." A smile forms on his face again. His hair grows lighter, a light teal.
You pull him up the stairs, the smell of chicken tacos wafting through the air. Your stomach rumbles, acting life it's never been fed. You hear Been sigh in contentment behind you, the delicious food certainly calling his name. His hand leaves yours and he starts walking a bit faster to the kitchen.
"I can't believe you're choosing tacos over me." You tut jokingly. He exclaims and turns around quickly, a challenging look on his face. "Oh, you have no idea how far tacos and I go back. Easy." You gasp in admonishment, fake offended. "Beej!" You call out as he runs to the kitchen, no doubt to hog the food. You run after him, seeing his bright green hair turn the corner. A smile crosses your face. Sweet man.