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The sound of an old alarm filled the bedroom, and Andrew groaned. His hand stretched out, fumbling a bit before he hit 'stop' on his alarm clock. Andrew let out an irritated huff, rolling onto his back. It's been two weeks since he had moved out of Ivans apartment, and Andrew was still having issues waking up in a new surrounding. Regardless of his dread, Andrew sat up on his bed, rubbing his eyes. "Mnh.." Andrew glanced over at his alarm clock, squinting his eyes to see the time.

Andrews eyes shot up in surprise, and he hopped out of bed. Andrew had set his alarm for 7:30 AM, it was already 9:47. "Shit shit shit-" Andrew cursed under his breath, stumbling over to his closet. He grabbed his signature pink sweater that was hung up on a coat hanger, tucking it under his arms for after he showered. Andrews head ached, but he only had around forty minutes to get ready. As Andrew was rushing to get black sweatpants out, his phone rang. 

Andrew yanked the pants out of his dresser drawer, trying to calm his anxious nerves and reached for the phone. He answered it without looking to see who would be calling him. "Hm? Hey, I'm kinda-" "Andrew?" Ivans voice called out softly, causing Andrew to come to an abrupt stop in his frantic attempts to get ready. The color drained from Andrews face and he just stared off into the distance, shock quickly forming into anger.

"Don't ignore me, I-" Andrew didn't hesitate, hanging up almost instantly. He blocked Ivans number, still taken back Ivan had found his new number. "Jeez.." Andrew sighed, his shoulders dropping. "How long will it take for him to move on?" His mood completely ruined, Andrew sulked to the bathroom, flipping the light switch on. His brows were furrowed with irritation as he began to remove his boxers.

Shaking his head, Andrew tossed the clothes he would put on after on the counter, kicking his boxers briefs off entirely and turning the water on. Andrew, kicking his bathroom door shut, waited impatiently for the water to warm up, keeping one hand in to tell. After a couple more moments, the water was hot enough for Andrew to handle it and stepped inside the shower. 

The warm water cascaded down onto Andrews back, and he reached up to wet his hair. As Andrew prepared to use shampoo, he felt eyes. Eyes on him. Andrew turned his head, scanning the room to confirm that nobody was with him. But as Andrew added the shampoo to his hair, the sensation only got worse. Andrew, having to close his eyes, felt around for the showers curtain. Once he got a hold of them, Andrew yanked them shut. 

After some moments of holding his breath, Andrew felt better, 'safe' again. He turned his body towards the water, beginning to wash the shampoo out of his hair. Andrew eventually got all of the suds out of his hair, picking up the conditioner bottle. Andrew shook it, frowning when he realized it was entirely empty. "Ugh.." Andrew groaned, setting the empty conditioner down. 

Shutting the water off, Andrew stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. Andrew reached for his clothes, but froze up. He heard footsteps. Loud, heavy footsteps approaching the bathroom door. Andrew stumbled back, his eyes widening in panic. Andrew grabbed ahold of his razor, stepping back. "Ah.." Andrew waited anxiously for somebody to come in, but the footsteps suddenly halted. Andrew held his breath, not daring to even blink. 

After a moment, the footsteps began to fade out. Terrified somebody was going to rob him, Andrew rushed forward towards the door. "Hey! Wait, you can't-" Andrew started, swinging the door open. The cold air hit Andrews slick wet skin, but his main focus was on the person in his home. Andrew could feel his heart beating against his ribcage, his breaths coming out shaky and quick. But instead of a person waiting for Andrew, he was met with silence.

Andrew looked around, bewildered. His breathing evened out slowly, shaking his head. Andrew looked down at his towel, spotting something. There was dirt on his carpet, resembling a footprint larger than Andrews feet. Andrew quickly shut his bathroom door, tensing up. Andrew slowly opened the door again. The footprints were gone, and Andrew let out a frustrated sigh. Brushing the whole thing off as being irrational, Andrew turned around and grabbed his clothes, slipping them on.

The cloth stuck to Andrews now damp skin, and Andrew picked up and grabbed his toothbrush. Andrew applied toothpaste, wiping the foggy mirror to see his reflection. Andrew began to brush his teeth, his mind wandering to elsewhere. Andrew eventually began to think of Ivan, and tensed up. Pulling the toothbrush out, Andrew spit out his toothpaste, washing the brush off with sink water. "I just need to get him off of my mind.."

After putting his toothbrush back in its designed spot, Andrew turned and opened the bathroom door, leaving. He picked his phone up from the charger, checking the time. "10:18.. he should be here any minute." Andrew pocketed his phone, exiting the bedroom and making his way to the living room. Andrew sat down on the couch, slouching immediately. 

As Andrew waited, he began to feel uneasy again. Andrew tried to ignore it, but the sensation only came back even stronger, and quickly became overwhelming. Andrew nervously skimmed the room, and stood up. One by one, Andrew began to close his curtains. Andrew eventually shut the last one and sighed, rubbing his eyes. "Fuck.. I need to get out more." Pushing the uneasy feeling, Andrew tried to focus on something else.

The doorbell suddenly rang, followed by knocking. Andrews expression lit up, his discomfort quickly forgotten. Spinning around, Andrew made it to the front door and opened it, grinning as he spotted the familiar, curly golden hair. "Elliot! Come in, I'll get my shoes." Andrew stepped aside, letting Elliot in. "Mhm. Sorry I'm late, you ready?"

"Almost. Go take a seat while I get my shoes." Andrew shut the door behind Elliot, crouching down and grabbing a pair of his red sneakers. Andrew followed Elliot to the couch, sitting down and slipping his right foot in one shoe. "So.. he called." Andrew suddenly spoke, and Elliot's head perked up. "Really?" Elliot asked, knowing Andrew was referring to Ivan. "Ugh.. what a creep. You should really get a restraining order, or something." Elliot shook his head with disdain, and Andrew nodded in agreement.

Andrew tied his shoelaces, continuing on the conversation. "It's like he's in love with me, or something. Eugh! I just wish he'd grow up and more on." Andrew complained, putting on his left shoe. Elliot watched, his head lowering to look at his phone screen. He could detect the irritation with Andrew, and decided to switch the subject so he'd be more at ease. "..I got us a spot at my pizzeria, you won't believe how busy it is there."

Andrew snickered, finishing up with his shoes. "I didn't think you'd be the one to whine about extra work." Andrew commented, sitting up straighter. Elliot turned his phone off, slipping it into his jeans pocket. "I'm not whining. After all, more business means more popularity." Andrew rolled his eyes playfully, standing up. "I should've expected something like that to come out of your mouth. Now c'mon, we'll be late for that reservation."

Elliot Rose to his feet, following after Andrew out the door. Andrew opened the door, letting Elliot out first. He stepped out into the cold air, locking the door behind him. Elliot watched, reaching out and taking Andrews arm to hold. Andrews face reddened, and the man looked away. He began to walk down the concrete steps, and onto the sidewalk. "What're we getting there?" Andrew asked, hoping to strike up a conversation. "Oh, probably pepperoni on one side, meat on the other."

Andrew nodded, relieved Elliot remembered how much he hated pepperoni. While walking, Andrew began to look over his shoulder. The block was mostly empty—aside from a few passing cars. It was a foggy morning, and the sun was blocked by what looked to be storm clouds. "It might rain later." Elliot guessed, having caught Andrew examining his surroundings. He gently squeezed Andrews arm, trying to calm him down.

Andrew noticed Elliot's attempt, and decided to try and relax. "Hm.. maybe. Hopefully it won't knock out the power." Elliot laughed, nodding in agreement. "Pf- hopefully." Elliot turned to face Andrew, joking with the man. "Maybe you can crash at my house if it does?" Elliot half-heartedly offered, leaning in. The move caught Andrew off guard, and he could feel his face heat up even more. 

Attempting to save his dignity, Andrew turned his head away. "Yeah, yeah. C'mon, we're here." Andrew sniggered, trying to cover his mouth. Elliot lead Andrew inside the busy pizzeria, spotting Mia working the register. The sight caused Andrew to raise an eyebrow, not expecting somebody so young to work. "She asked to," Elliot explained, catching Andrews gaze. "You're observant.." Andrew murmured, approaching the register.

"Hey, Mia." Elliot spoke up, offering Mia his usual 'worker friendly' smile. Mia didn't bother to meet his gaze. "You told me this job would be fun.." Mia complained, and Elliot reached out, ruffling the girls hair. Mia scowled, shaking her head. "Elliot!" Mia protested, and Elliot pulled his hand away, as if scared Mia would bite it off. "Yeah, yeah. Anyways, could you get us a half pepperoni, half cheese?"

Mia nodded, pressing a couple buttons on the register, her gaze meeting Elliot's after a moment. "Alright, go sit at your table." Mia instructed, waving Elliot off. Andrew grinned, watching the interaction. As the two seated themselves, Andrew commented. "Jeez, she's bossy for a twelve year old." Elliot nodded, sitting back as he waited. "Mhm.. what should we do after this?" Elliot asked, leaning back in his seat. 

"Mh.. we could go to the mall?" Elliot offered, pulling out his wallet. Andrews eyes widened in realization, and he rubbed his temples. "Fuck.. I didn't even think to bring my wallet." Andrew admitted, and Elliot just smiled. "It's no problem, I got us covered." Mia approached the table with a pizza box, raising an eyebrow. "Dad said you had to come back." Mia suddenly spoke up, setting the box down.

Elliot's cheerful expression dropped, turning to Mia. "Huh?" "It's getting busier, we're understaffed." Mia explained, crossing her arms. A hint of irritation crossed Elliots face, and he let out a small, annoyed huff. "Fine, just.. let me eat first, then I'll clock in." Elliot turned back to face Andrew and the pizza box. Mia rolled her eyes, turning around and leaving them be. After a moment, Elliot spoke. 

"So.. I guess no mall." Andrew shook his head, letting out a soft sigh. "It's no biggie, we'll go next time." Elliot shook his head, opening the box. "It's like they can't function without me, is it really that hard to-" Elliot cut himself off, staring at the pizza. Instead of half pepperoni and half meat, it was just pepperoni. Elliot glared, turning to see Mia snickering to herself at the register while taking more orders.

Andrew noticed, and frowned. Elliot suddenly reached out and grabbed a slice, beginning to pick the pepperoni off. "Oh well," Elliot brushed it off. "You still like cheese, right?" Andrew stared in awe as Elliot picked off the pieces. It felt stupid, getting flustered over a small act of kindness. But nonetheless, it made Andrews heart flutter. "Ah.. thank you." Andrew muttered, his gaze lowering to the table. Elliot set the slice on Andrews plate, smiling. "Uhuh! Anytime."

Andrew picked up the pizza slice, taking a bite. He wasn't exactly a pizza fan, but always enjoyed it whenever they went to Elliot's work. It felt like an exception for Andrews rather picky taste. Elliot stared down at the medium pizza he ordered, grabbing a slice himself. "Would be better if it was cake." Elliot commented. Something seemed to cross his mind, and Elliot's head perked up.

"Hey! What about that game you've been working on?" Elliot suddenly asked. He knew about the game Ivan had published weeks ago, and had heard Andrew was starting an entirely new one. Andrews expression lit up, swallowing his bite as he got a chance to talk about it. "Oh! It's doing really good, actually. I'm still working on the coding, but I'm going for a more physiological horror vibe."

Elliot nodded along, resting his head on his palm. He leaned in, seeming interested in what Andrew was saying. "Really?" Elliot asked, taking another bite of his pizza. He chewed for a moment before swallowing, then continuing. "I'll be the first to play it, sounds sick so far!" Andrew shifted a bit in his seat, getting more and more content with the constant praise.

It felt like a switch. Unlike Ivan, Elliot actually listened to him. He never tried to butt in and make it 'their game'. It was just Andrews, and Elliot was following along. Elliot's assurance seemed to encourage Andrew, and he set his half-eaten pizza slice down. "I think I'm gonna work on it when I get home," Andrew decided. Elliot's smile widened, and he sat up straighter. "Sounds like a deal, then!" Elliot agreed quickly.

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Elliot and Andrew lost track of the time quickly, getting more and more involved in their conversation together. Andrew felt so comfortable with Elliot, it was the first thing closest to sanctuary he's felt ever since moving out of Ivans apartment. Eventually, Mia returned to the table, frustrated. "Elliot!" Mia shouted, annoyed. "Dads making me do all the work, you two have been here for hours!" 

Elliot's eyes widened a bit, and he rolls his sleeve up to check his watch. It was 1:32 PM, around three hours. "Oh, jeez- I didn't know!" Elliot admitted, pulling into his wallet and slapping down eight dollars. "Sorry, Andy. But I really gotta go." Elliot explained apologetically. Andrew nodded understandingly, watching Elliot hurry off. "It's no-" Andrew started, but Elliot was gone. ".. No problem."

Andrew sat there for a minute, feeling more and more lonely as Elliot left to clock in. Pushing it down, Andrew stood up and picked up their empty pizza box, exiting the booth and tossing the box inside of the recycling bin. Slipping one hand into his pocket, Andrew grabbed his phone. Andrew exited the pizzeria, beginning to make his way home. "Hm.."

Andrew looked around, seeing the much more busy streets. Shaking his head, Andrew focused on his phone. He knew this path like the back of his hand, so there was no need to pay attention to where he was going. "Hm.. I should go shopping." Andrew decided, pocketing his phone. Before the man knew it, he was home. Andrew looked around instinctively, before making his way onto the concrete steps. Andrew fished through his pocket, grabbing some house keys.

But when Andrew went to open the door, he noticed it was already unlocked. Andrew stared at the knob as a knot formed in his stomach, having sworn he locked the door. Andrew looked up, holding his breath. Carefully, but swiftly, Andrew opened his door."

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Andrew slowly pushed the door open, stepping inside of his house. He was immediately on edge, but nothing seemed too out of the ordinary. Gently closing the door behind him, Andrew decided to investigate. Keeping his shoes on, Andrew grabbed the baseball bat he always kept propped up against the corner next to his door. "Shit.." Andrew murmured. "Ah- Hello?" Andrew called out, anxious.

Andrew began to walk through the house, checking the living room. Once everything seemed clear, Andrew explored further into his house. His anxiety slowly dying down, Andrew began to wonder if he had just forgotten to lock the door—which he usually tend to do when going to hang outs. Shaking his head, Andrews shoulders dropped in relief. "Jeez.. I need to calm down." Andrew set his baseball bat down, stretching. 

Once Andrew was positive that nothing had been stolen, he brushed it aside as an accident. Andrew turned around, crossing the living room and going to his bedroom door. Andrew walked right in, going to his nightstand and sitting down on the bed. "Maybe I should take a nap.." Andrew debated, wanting to cool his nerves off. 

Andrew, figuring he'd just sleep after going shopping, opened the top of his nightstand. Digging through the drawer, Andrew picked up a worn out leather wallet. He opened the wallet, seeing that the man only had roughly eighty dollars to get groceries. ".. I'll... I'll make it last." Andrew pocketed his money, alongside with his wallet. Standing up entirely, Andrew pushed his drawer closed and began to leave.

Already ready, Andrew stepped out of his house. He made sure that he locked the door, giving it a firm jiggle to confirm that it wouldn't budge. Andrew frowned be felt stupid being so paranoid, but Andrew knew if he didn't, then it would keep bugging him. Andrew made his way down the concrete steps for a third time, taking a left and beginning to drag his feet up the road.

As Andrew made his way to the grocery store, the sun began to set. Andrew perked his head up, watching as the sky turned a fierce shade of orange and red. The sight was something to admire, and Andrew began to relax. Maybe things were getting better, Andrew was just.. having issues settling in on his own, he wasn't used to being alone. Not like this.

But Andrews moment of clarity was soon shattered by a familiar sensation, dread. Andrew instinctively itched at his arm, feeling out of place and awkward, as if a crowd had settled on him. But when Andrew looked around, nobody was there. Andrew had intentionally chose a quiet, empty part of Robloxia. Not one too far from civilization, but far enough where Ivan couldn't find him.

Andrew pulled his phone out, continuing down the streets as he pretended to be texting somebody—although in reality, Andrew was just flipping between the calendar and weather app. Suddenly, footsteps began to trail behind him. Andrew shook his head, not everyone who was walking in his direction was some creep following. To try and prove himself, Andrew increased his pace.

But when Andrew began to walk faster, the person behind him followed in suite. When he slowed down, suddenly the footsteps were more light and lethargic. Clenching his phone, Andrew tried to figure out what he should do. What he could do in this situation. The footsteps were only getting closer, and Andrew eventually decided he didn't want to be shanked while walking to the grocery store.

Coming to an abrupt stop, Andrew spun around to confront the person. He opened his mouth, but stopped. It was Ivan, standing four feet behind him. Ivan looked startled, the man's hand already halfway up, as if to reach out for Andrew. Ivan quickly recoiled his hand, embarrassed. "..Andrew?" Ivan began, stepping back to try and give him some space. "Andrew, please-"

"Just stop." Andrew interrupted, irritation and a hint of anxiety evident. "Is this what you do with your free time? Running all over the city just to try and find me?" "It's-It's not like that-" Ivan tried to deny, suddenly grabbing ahold of Andrews arm. Andrew tensed up, trying to pull away. "Why can't we just talk? Why won't you just listen to me, y-you're making this a huge deal!"

"A huge deal?!" Andrew snapped, pushing Ivan back forcefully. "You're insane! You're deluded with some fantasy that you'll be anything more than some arrogant, closed-minded freak!" Andrews expression scrunched up with rage, stepping closer. Ivans eyes widened, going quiet for a moment as his hands instinctively went up to his chest for protection. After a short moment, Ivans hands lowered.

The mans expression shifted, darkening as an idea seemed to form in his head. Andrew watched, and scowled. "I don't have time for this. Grow up, Ivan. I swear, I'll get a restraining order if you don't leave me alone!" The threat made Ivan stop, before taking two quick steps forward. "W-Wait! Okay, okay.. I lost my cool, I know. But please-"

Ivan began to ramble on, and Andrew rolled his eyes. He was disgusted with Ivan, how he couldn't man up and just take the blame. Turning around, Andrew tried to walk off. But before he could get too far, Ivan suddenly grabbed a fistful of his hair. A startled cry escaped Andrew, and he realized how much stronger Ivan had gotten. "Wha- Let me go! Get-Get your hands off me!"

"Please, Andrew!" Ivan shrieked as he tried to forcefully yank the man along with him. "I love you! Please don't leave me alone!" Andrew resisted, struggling to push against Ivan without losing a patch of his hair in the process. Andrew began to swell up with panic, grabbing onto Ivans arms and trying to pry them off of him. "Stop! Ack- help!" Andrew shouted, praying that somebody would listen.

But nobody came, the streets were empty. Andrew knew he couldn't overpower Ivan, and was forced to settle for the most risky option. Using all of his bodyweight, Andrew pushed himself forward, taking him and Ivan to the ground. Ivan let out a surprised grunt, his back hitting the pavement with Andrew falling on top of him. In the sudden moment, Ivans grip on Andrews hair released completely.

Andrew seized his opportunity and scrambled to get up, but felt Ivans arms wrap around his waist. Andrews arms went to Ivans shoulders, stiffening up to put space between their bodies. "Let me go!" Andrew demanded, pushing against Ivans arms. By now Andrew was getting sick of this, and wanted to be as far as possible from Ivan. Suddenly, somebody called out. "Hey!"

Ivan froze up, and Andrew raised his hand in time to suckerpunch him in the mouth. Ivan cried out in pain, releasing Andrew so he could cover his mouth. Andrew was yanked off of Ivan, but it wasn't in a harsh or violent way, rather being put off aside from harms way. Ivan didn't have time to see who was busy confronting him, struggling to his feet and bolting off without another word.

Andrew sat there for a moment, his adrenaline wearing off. He was trembling violently, slowly reaching up to where his hair was yanked at. Thankfully, only a few strands came down with Andrews hand, but it still sent jolts of pain when touched. The person crouched down next to him, trying to ease Andrew without touching him. "Are you okay?" Andrew didn't process the question for a hot minute, letting out a shaky breath.

"Y-Yeah, I'm.." Andrew started, raising his head to see the person. The man had blue hair, and seemed to be at least a handful of years older than them. They were in a black compression tank top and brown sweatpants, a dog tag jingling from around his neck. Andrews eyes squinted, reading '1337' on the tag. Realizing he was staring, Andrews face flushed red with embarrassment. "I'm fine, really. Thank you."

The man nodded, his firm expression softening. Cracking a smile, the man helped Andrew up. "I'm Guest. I was just on my way to see my wife when I saw.. you know." Guest explained, gesturing to Andrew. He noticed Andrew wincing and his gaze snapped to Andrews hair. "Doesn't look too bad.. try to get some rest when you're home." Andrew nodded quietly, letting out a small huff. But Andrew didn't feel exactly safe walking to the grocery, not after what happened to him.

"Alright, uhm.. can you walk me to the store? It's nearby." Andrew asked Guest, picking up his wallet and phone that was dropped in the commotion as he finally began to relax. Guest blinked a couple times, before offering Andrew a smile to cheer him up. Gently ruffling Andrews hair, Guest agreed. "Sure thing. I'm going that way, anyways." Guest reached out and grabbed ahold of Andrews hand, beginning to walk down the sidewalk with him.

While they walked, Andrew relaxed. Guest was quiet as they progressed to the store, before turning to see Andrew. "Not to seem nosey, but I gotta know. What happened back there?" Guests question caught Andrew off guard, but he knew if it was somebody else in his position, Andrew would want to know, too. "He's an old friend of mine," Andrew started, frowning as he recalled everything.

"We got into this huge blowout, so I left. I can't forgive him for what he's done." Guest listened quietly, letting Andrew fill him in. Guest pulled out his phone with his free hand, handing it over to Andrew. "Look, if anything happens, get ahold of me. Put your number in, don't be shy to call." Andrew raised an eyebrow, hesitating before typing his number for Guest to save.

Once Guest got his phone back, he waited expectedly for Andrew to pull out his own. Andrew turned his device on, scrolling to the messages app and handing it over to the taller man. Guest typed in his number, his eyes glancing across to confirm it was correct before allowing Andrew to save it. 

Satisfied, Guest pulled the phone away, saving the number for later and pocketing his device. Guest kept holding Andrews hand, wanting to make Andrew feel some sense of security. And honestly? It worked. Andrew felt less tense, he felt like he could really let his guard down around Guest, grateful that the man was doing this for him. But then Andrew began to wonder, why was he doing this?

Before Andrew could ask, he spotted the grocery store up ahead. Slowing to a stop, Andrew released Guests hand. "Well.. thank you, Guest. I'll see you around." Andrew waves goodbye. Guest smiled, nodding his head in acknowledgement. "No problem, kid! Let me know if anything happens." And with that, Guest disappeared, his silhouette eventually fading away down the streets. Andrew watched for a moment, before stepping inside.

Letting out a huff, Andrew felt calm. He reminded himself that he only had eighty dollars to spend on groceries, and settled on just grabbing some essentials. Andrew adjusted his sweatshirt, his thumb rubbing over the texture on his sleeve for comfort. "just necessities.." Andrew murmured, nodding as he continued to remind himself.

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Once Andrew was finished, the man made his way out of the grocery store with one bag in his right hand, scrolling on his phone with his left. Andrew could still feel his head pounding from the sudden encounter that happened around thirty minutes ago, and frowned. Slipping his phone into his pocket, Andrew kept his head up so he'd be more aware if somebody was going to pull the same stunt Ivan had.

But as Andrew progressed, he seemed.. fine? No dreadful sensation, no feeling the need to look over his shoulders, nothing. Andrew didn't feel like he was being stalked for once, and his shoulders relaxed as relief washed over him. 'Maybe I scared him off.. ugh, finally.' A small grin crept up to Andrews face, deciding that he could start working on his new game now that everything was over with.

Andrews mind started to wander, already figuring out what he needed to work on with his games. Maybe the coding? No, definitely the next chapter. He needed to make sure that everything was perfect before he could release the next part of his new game, but needed to fix any small errors so he could progress it. But before Andrew could exactly pinpoint what he needed, something caught his eye

Andrews walking slowed to a stop, staring at his house. His door was wide open, the handle missing. Andrew let out a shaky breath, realizing his house was broken into. Andrew set his bag of groceries down, sitting on the concrete steps before pulling his phone out. "Shit.. what do I do?."

Andrew spotted Guests number, and clicked on it. After two rings, it picked up. Instead of Guest answering, a girl picked it up. Her voice was high pitched, and Andrew could easily pinpoint her as a small child. "Hello? Hellooo-" "Uhm.. is Guest there?" Andrew cut her off, too on edge to consider being 'nice' to the child. Right now, all Andrew needed was somebody to come over and help.

There was silence on the phone, until Guests familiar voice was on the other end. "Thanks, Char. Hello? Who's this?" Guest asked, silent for a moment until he seemed to realize. Before giving Andrew a chance to speak, Guest answered his own question. "Oh, Andrew! Is everything alright? Honestly, I didn't expect you to call so soon."

Andrew let out a nervous chuckle, looking over his shoulder. "Ah.. hey, Guest. Look, I think he's in my apartment right now. Can you please come get me?" Andrew begged. Guest, realizing Andrew meant it, replied in a more serious tone. "... Sure, kid. Send me the address, I'll be over in a second."

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After fifteen minutes, a large black truck pulled up by the sidewalk where Andrew was seated, the tinted windows rolling down to reveal Guest. "Andrew?" Guest called out, his gaze switching between Andrew and the front door—which was wide open and slightly dented. A small hiss escaped Guests mouth, and he stepped out of the truck. "Jeez, kid.. you weren't kidding."

Andrew nodded, frowning. "Mhm.. I might stay at some hotel tonight, or ask a friend to crash at his place." Andrew rose to his feet, and Guest put a hand on the mans shoulder. "Woah, woah. Before we think of staying anywhere tonight, we need to deal with the situation. I'll go in first, they've probably left your house, anyways." Guest tried to assure Andrew, but his empty hand wandered towards his hip. 

Andrews eyes followed Guests right hand, seeing him uncap bear mace he had attached to his belt. The sight eased Andrew a bit, relieved that if somebody was in there, they'd likely be taken out quick. Stepping back, Andrew let Guest take over and watched from a safe distance behind him. "Alright, I guess.. go ahead." Andrew clutched his groceries bag, his anxiety peeking through the composed expression he was trying desperately to keep.

Guest held his breath, clutching the bear mace as he released Andrews shoulder and stood Infront of the man protectively. Guest didn't hesitate and gripped the door, swinging it open entirely. He raised the bear mace, prepared to use or threaten the intruder with it. But when Guest opened the door, there was nobody. Soon, the smell of something rotting filled the air, and Guest covered his nose.

The smell got to Andrew shortly after, and his brows furrowed in concern. "What the.." Andrew pushed past Guest, trying to detect the smell. Guest instinctively reached out for Andrew, but didn't touch him. Instead, Guest followed after closely, trying to detect somebody hiding inside of the house. The place was voided of any life, thankfully. Not seeing an intruder, Andrew calmed down.

But his relief was cut short when Andrew stared at his computer. Andrew had made his way to his bedroom, and his computer was completely destroyed. Andrews groceries dropped, collapsing onto the ground and spilling everywhere. Rushing towards the mess, Andrew shouted. "No! No no no, my game!" Andrew clutched the keypad, his vision blurring up. "My- I worked so hard...."

Guest watched in silence, his mouth agape in shock. After some moments of letting Andrew process things, he crouched down next to Andrew, not touching him. "Hey.." Guest whispered. Andrew sniffled, turning and wrapping his arms tightly around Guest. The two held each other for what felt like forever, until Andrew pulled away. Andrew could feel his face hot, and probably red. His throat hurt, as if a lump was stuck in the back.

Averting his gaze from Guest, Andrew sniffled. "I should.. I need to call the police." Andrew decided, looking back at the demolished computer. The smell was getting worse, and Andrew couldn't pinpoint where it was coming from. Guests eyes wandered over towards the bathroom door, seeing it opened up slightly ajar. Rising to his feet, Guest stepped away from Andrew. "Stay here, I need to check one last room."

Andrew opened his mouth to object just sitting there, but Guest shot him a serious look, and Andrew frowned. Guest carefully advanced towards the bathroom, his hands curling up into fists as he expected to get into a physical confrontation. But when Guest yanked the bathroom door open, he was met with silence. The rotting smell was overwhelming, and a light buzzing sound was heard.

Covering his nose, Guest stepped closer. "Ugh.." Guests head throbbed, the smell nearly overwhelming him. The room seemed fine, until Guests head turned left. A startled gasp escaped the man, and he reached for the lights. Andrews head perked up at Guests reaction. "What's wrong? What's in there?" Andrew called out, standing to his feet and trying to peer into the bathroom.

"Don't come in!" Guest shouted, pushing Andrew back out of the bathroom. The smell got worse, and Andrew had to cover the lower half of his face. Andrew felt a pit of dread hit him, and he tried to examine Guests expression. "Tell me!" Andrew demanded, his voice somewhat muffled due to his hand. Guest hesitated, gagging. "Oh, jeez.. somebody's dead!"

Andrew pushed past Guest, ignoring the man trying to shield him from the scene. Andrews eyes snapped to his shower, letting out a terrified cry. Laying there slumped in a pool of blood was Elliot. Or, at least it probably was. Their head was missing, marks all around the open wound, like it had been poorly hacked off. 

Elliot's chest was torn open, his ribs broken and tearing into his arms. The large slit started at his chest, ending by Elliot's abdomen. His organs were strung up, his intestines wrapped tightly around the shower head. It looked like a sick Halloween display, and Andrew gagged. Flies were surrounding the corpse, but it wasn't anywhere near decomposing.

Andrew fumbled for his phone, nearly dropping it. His muscles felt weaker, and Andrew didn't even have time to process how nauseous he felt. Andrew dialed a number frantically, nearly pressing the wrong buttons. But instead of calling the police, he was calling Elliot. 'this couldn't be him,' Andrew tried to assure himself. 'There's no way.. not Elliot. Please God, it can't be him.'

A moment after Andrew called Elliot, a quiet ring echoed in the bathroom. Andrew slowly turned, staring at the sinks drawer. The muffled ringing got louder, and louder. Eventually, Andrew snapped out of it. Grabbing the handle, Andrew almost yanked the drawer out. Looking down, a painfully familiar phone was vibrating, followed by showing a missed call from 'Andy'. "No.. no!"

Andrew collapsed onto his knees, letting out a devastated wail. Guest grabbed ahold of Andrew, wrapping his arms around the man. Andrew dropped his phone on the floor, punching and pulling at his hair. "No!" Guest tried to hold the boy down so he couldn't hurt himself, beginning to lead Andrew back into the bedroom. "C-Come on, let's get out of here-"

Andrew tried to break away from Guest suddenly, jerking his body. "Get your hands off me!" Andrew shrieked, trying to get to the tub. He was hysterical, tears streaming down the mans cheek as strands of his hair were coming out every time he tugged on them. Guest flinched back when Andrew elbowed him in the side, but didn't let go of him.

"Come on!" Guest snapped, shaking Andrew harshly to snap him out of it. Andrews body went rigid, and his eyes darted around the room, panting softly. "He.. Elliot..." Andrews head lowered, tearing his eyes off of Elliot's corpse. His adrenaline wore off, and Andrew was left a trembling, sobbing mess. Guest's grip on the man softened, watching Andrew finally processing things.

Andrew tried to stand, but fell back down. The overwhelming scent of copper didn't bother Andrew anymore. His best friend, who should've been the love of his life, was found decapitated in Andrews bath. Andrew buried his face in his hands, his body racking with overwhelming grief. "No.. I-I can't." Andrew whimpered, but Guest was firm. He yanked Andrew once more, having no time for pity.

"We need to get out of the house," Guest explained, but didn't dare yell at Andrew. Guest glanced back at the body with disgust. By now, Guest assumed he had grown used to the sight of gore after the war. But this? This was cruel. Guests mind began to wander, until he firmly planted his feet. He had no time to freak out, he couldn't afford it when Andrew was in such a vulnerable state.

Guest wrapped his arms around Andrews chest, under his armpits. Dragging Andrew out manually, Guest began to lead him outside onto the porch. Andrew didn't struggle this time, his body going slack in the mans grasp. Andrew couldn't believe it, Elliot was dead. Once they made it to the streets, Guest let go. "Sit down." Guest commanded, gesturing to the steps where he had found Andrew earlier.

Andrew clutched his sleeve, tears staining his face. Andrew stayed seated as he watched Guest dial three numbers on his own phone, pacing back and forth while reporting what they had seen. Andrew didn't pay attention to Guest, he couldn't. Something had changed in the man, he felt.. exhausted. All Andrew wanted to do now was go to sleep and never wake up.

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Everything felt like a blur for Andrew. He wasn't bothered much, just escorted to the back of a police car with an old blanket draped over his shoulder. Andrew watched through the window as Guests statement was taken, the mans eyes constantly stealing a glance at the patrol car Andrew was in. Focusing elsewhere, Andrew spotted another police officer taping off his apartment.

After what felt like centuries, a police officer opened the drivers side door. She got in, her eyes glancing in the review mirror at Andrew. Andrew couldn't meet her gaze, locked in on his thighs. "..You aren't under arrest." The woman suddenly spoke, starting up the car. This caught Andrews attention, and his head perked up. "I'm not? But why-"

"I'm taking you to the station, we can't trust you on your own. Do you have anybody who can pick you up?" The woman explained, beginning to pull out onto the road. Andrew, too mentally exhausted to process the question, felt around for his phone. Realizing he left it back at the house, a small curse escaped the man's lips.

Andrews eyelids felt heavy, as if they were weighted with rocks. He struggled to keep his eyes open, because all he saw when they were closed was Elliot. A small sniffle escaped Andrew, his chest mixed up with suppressed emotions. "Take it easy," the officer suddenly spoke, her voice softer. "We'll place you in a holding cell for now. In the morning, you'll get a phone call."

The woman's assuring words seemed to satisfy Andrew for now, and he let out a sleepy "Mhm..", his eyes finally shutting. but not long after they did, the car rolled to a stop, and the woman called out. "Alright, we're here." The officer unbuckled, getting out of the car. She made her way around, opening the door for Andrew. Andrew fell forward for a second, catching himself.

"Ah- thank you, uh.." He trailed off, his eyes snapping up to her name tag. "...Molly." Molly offered him a pitiful smile, helping the man get out from the back of the police car. "Mhm, let's get you inside." Molly ushered, one hand firmly on Andrews shoulder. Andrew leaned into her touch, his posture slouched. 

Molly helped Andrew through the station, making sure that none of the cops approached them. Although Andrew knew he didn't belong in the holding cell, he had nowhere else to go. Molly nudged Andrew inside of the cell, shutting it behind him. "I'll see you in the morning, okay?" Molly promised, before stepping back and out of sight.

Andrew stumbled over towards the bed, collapsing ontop of it. He didn't want to process what happened tonight, he didn't want to even believe what happened. As Andrew closed his eyes, he prayed that he wouldn't wake up. He wasn't sure what entity would listen—assuming they were even real, but nonetheless he prayed. And as Andrew pleaded quietly with his hands clasped, he drifted into a deep sleep.

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Andrew sat up, groaning softly. His back ached, and he rubbed his eyes to wear off the sleep. "Ugh.." He examined the room, assuming he was back inside of the holding cell Molly seated him inside. But when he looked around, Andrew was met with a painfully familiar sight. "What the hell...?" Andrew whimpered, tensing up.

Sitting on an old, wornout red mat, Andrew slowly rose to his feet. The man stood there for a hot minute, dazed and confused with his surroundings. Realizing he was back in Ivans apartment, Andrew made a beeline towards the door. ' I can't—shit! how the hell did i get here?' He shook his head, his breath getting heavier. "I need to get out.. I need to go home."

Andrew reached out, grabbing onto the front doors handle. He swung the door open, and the familiar scent of rotting flesh overwhelmed him. Gagging, he released the handle and stumbled backwards, jerking his head up to see Elliot. A small gasp escaped Andrew, and he tried to turn and run back into the apartment. But when Andrew turned, he was met with his bedroom.

Clenching his fists, he shut his eyes tight. "This isn't... No. This can't be real!" Andrew insisted, covering his nose. The stench felt too real to be a dream, but he was sure. Making his way to the bedroom window, Andrew felt like he was getting bigger. Not just taller, not just wider, but as if he was growing by the second. When Andrew reached the door, he was too big to fit through, and it wasn't stopping.

Andrew tried to crouch, and felt his head press against the ceiling. Panic settled in, and Andrew struggled. His arms pressed against his chest, giving him temporary room. He tried to kick at the walls in hope they'd come down, but Andrew might as well have been kicking at a mountain. His breathing strained, and Andrew let out a agitated whimper. "Nh.. ack-"

Andrews head whirled, and the man found his hands clasped together, as if in prayer. He sputtered, trying to get something out, trying to get somebody—anybody to help him. Andrew shut his eyes, the space only getting smaller for him. "Pl..eas-" Andrew gasped out. He couldn't breath, he hadn't been able to for what felt like forever. Yet he continued to grow, filling every possible spot.

Andrew assumed he would be passed out by now, until he heard a sickening crack: his bones were breaking in. His ribs painfully ached, screaming for space. Eventually, they shattered and dug into his heart. Andrew had no space to open his mouth and scream, forced to endure the agonizing pain. Fire shot through his body, his blood vessels exploding in his body.

A coppery liquid flooded Andrews mouth, and began dripping from his eyes. Yet the man only grew, and grew inside of that room until he couldn't. His bones were snapping and poking out of his skin, scratching up his internal organs. Andrews eyes shut tight, praying as much as he could for it to end, to die.

But as Andrew prayed and begged for help, none came. It dawned on Andrew that he was stuck. Nobody was coming for him. No God, no other–world entity could help him, he was alone. But Andrew could wilt and mourn, not with the excruciating, boiling sensation as his heart ruptured. His skin began to tear, blood flowing out.

Suddenly, Ivans voice called out. It echoed—which should've been impossible with the lack of space in the room. "Andrew?" His voice was unfamiliarly soft, and Andrew snapped his eyes open. The burning and pain in his body seemed to vanish—along with any trace of what happened. Andrews body trembled, finding himself in an endless void.

Extracting his arms from his chest, Andrew realized he had space to move. He looked down at his body, yanking up his sweatshirt to check for tears. Nothing. His mind races with confusion, Andrew raised from his kneeling position, crossing his arms protectively. "Andrew.." Ivans voice rang out in the abyss, urging him to find Ivan.

He began to drag his feet forward, panting softly. His breath came out short and shaky, unable to become entirely composed after what happened to him. His limping switched to a jog, and Andrew began to shout back. "Ivan?" He cupped his hands around his mouth, hoping to make himself louder. "Ivan!"

Andrew didn't know why he wanted to find Ivan. But after that traumatic experience, all he wanted to do was huddle up in somebody's arms and cry. Andrew sucked in his breath to try and call out for Ivan, but stopped in his tracks. Standing twenty feet from him in the void was Ivan. "Andrew.."

Relief overwhelmed Andrew, and he stepped forward towards Ivan. "Ivan!" He cried out, holding back sobs. "I-Ivan, I need.. I need you right now, please-" He was fumbling over his words, racing to get closer to Ivan. But as Andrew approached, he failed to notice what Ivan was holding. 

Andrew made it to five feet apart, slowing to a job. Once within arm distance, he wrapped his arms tightly around Ivan. Shutting his eyes tight, he buried his face in Ivans neck, taking in Ivans signature scent of cigarettes and sweat. He clutched at Ivans puffy jacket desperately, yearning for closure.

Ivan didn't speak, and suddenly grabbed ahold of Andrew. He shoved Andrew to the ground, a small grunt escaping Andrew. He tried to sit up—although his efforts were put to a halt by Ivan. The familiar pit of dread knotted deep inside Andrew, and his gaze slowly met Ivans. "Ivan..." Andrew started. To his horror, he watched Ivan hoist an axe over his shoulder.

Andrew raised one hand to defend himself, his eyes widening. "I-Ivan!" Andrew squeaked, realizing he shouldn't be here. Yet despite Andrews persistence to talk with him, Ivan remained silent. His expression hardened, and he raising the axe. Without a word, Ivan brought the axe down on Andrew, and the last thing Andrew heard was the sound of his skull splitting open.

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Andrew jolted awake, a thin coat of sweat on him. He scanned the room anxiously, finding that he was back in the holding cell. A small huff escaped the man and he slumped back down onto the mattress, beginning to forget the nightmare that was embedded deep into his mind. But as Andrew tried to forget, one part kept repeating in his mind. Ivan.

Andrew rolled onto his side, Ivans voice echoing, repeating his name more and more harsh every time Andrew involuntarily replayed the moment. Andrew groaned and sat up, preparing to get a guards attention. But when he glanced up, Molly was standing there. Her arms were crossed, worry plastered onto the woman's face.

"So.." Molly began, noticing his disheveled state. "Do you usually scream when you sleep?" Andrews face flushed red at Molly's question, and he was quick to avert his gaze. "Ehm... Sorry, last night was just so.." "Overwhelming?" Molly guessed, beginning to unlock the cell. He nodded, standing up from the bed. "Mhm, that."

Andrew stepped out of the cell, adjusting his bright pink sweatshirt. Molly began to lead Andrew down a hallway, explaining things as she did so. "You can't stay in your house until we get ahold of all the possible evidence, but.." Molly glanced over her shoulder, reaching up and unclipping her body camera. "Guests back at the apartments with my husband, we're gonna give you a chance to go and get your essentials."

The news earned a small grumble from Andrew, but he nodded. "Awh.. how long will it take to get my house back?" He questioned. "I'm not sure.." Molly admitted, before adding. "If you see another officer there, say you're here for Matt." And with that, Molly re-plugged the body camera. "About two weeks, they'll start searching tomorrow at four." She then turned to face him. "Do you have anywhere to stay?" 

Andrew considered it. All the man knew was that he sure as hell wasn't going to his parents house. But then again, he only really knew Ivan and Guest. This thought made his mind wander, mainly about how he needed to get some friends. Snapping back to the original question, Andrew shrugged. "I'll just book a hotel, two weeks isn't that long." He guessed, scratching behind his neck.

Molly hesitated, but was satisfied with his answer. She slowed to a stop by the doors, glancing at her supervisor who was watching them through the window. "Take a left at the mall, it's a straight road after that." Molly explained, releasing her grip on his shoulder. "Good luck, Andrew." Andrew nodded, shuddering softly. 

Stepping out of the police station, Andrew was met with a soft sheet of snow. His gaze turned towards the sky, a small snowflake draping down and landing on his forehead. Andrew wiped the snow off of his face, beginning to make his way off of the property. "Hm.." The man shifted, unsure of what he should do now.

Shaking his head, he remembered that Guest and Matt were supposed to be waiting for him. His shuffling morphed into speed walking, trying to get home as soon as he could. While walking, Andrews mind began to wander. He was almost positive it was Ivan who had broke in, but he wondered why Elliot was there?

Maybe he was already dead? Maybe he was waiting for Andrew? His vision suddenly blurred, and Andrew wiped his eyes. He couldn't focus on Elliot right now, but it still hurt. His hands balled into fists, and picked up the pace. He needed to go home, wanting to grab a few essentials. 

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As soon as he made it to his house, he spotted another officer in uniform, standing by the door with a firm look. As he approached, the man reminded Andrew of a bouncer, but scrapped the idea as he slowed to a stop. "Uhm.." "Who are you?" The officer cut him off, his expression hardening. "This a crime scene, kid. Get outta here." But even after he spoke, he watched Andrew with curiosity.

Andrew fidgeted with his hands, picking at some hangnails. "I'm here to see, uh... Matt?" Andrew recalled, and the officers expression softened. "That's me, you're Andrew?" He eyed Andrew with a firm look, but it held no irritation. Stepping aside, Matt allowed Andrew inside. Andrew nodded in acknowledgement, peering in.

"Guest isn't here," Matt began, already able to tell who Andrew was looking for. "Go, get your stuff. I'll give you fifteen minutes, and don't touch the computer, and especially not the bathroom." The orders silenced Andrew, and he decided it would be best to agree. After all, Andrew shouldn't even be here. 

As soon as Andrew was inside, he made a beeline to the bedroom. His house felt different now, empty. This didn't feel like his home, and it started to mess with him. He pushed the bedroom door open, spotting the police tape surrounding the bathroom. The smell of rotting flesh wasn't as bad, they must have cleared it out.

Andrew focused on the task, opening his drawer. The man grabbed his wallet, phone charger, and some money he kept hidden. Before Andrew could leave, he spotted a small stuffed animal Elliot got him. Andrew couldn't help it, and stuffed the plush into his sweater pocket. After obtaining it, Andrew turned to leave. But as he did so, the man heard two voices talking outside the front door.

Panicking, Andrew listened in. To his relief, it was just Guest and Matt. Wanting to get out of the house as soon as he could, he opened the door. Guest was standing to Matt's right, one hand on his hips as the two seemed to be discussing the snow. Guest turned and his expression lit up seeing Andrew, patting the man on his shoulder.

"Hey, sorry I'm late." Guest apologized. "Charlotte needed help with an assignment." The mention of Charlotte caused Matt's head to perk up. "Oh! How's Charlotte doing?" Matt asked, quickly getting lost in a other conversation with Guest. Andrew began to feel sick, and shook his head. 

"Mhm.. thanks, guys. I'll get outta here." Andrew mumbled, making his way down the concrete steps. Guest called out a goodbye, but Andrew didn't bother listening. He didn't hate them, but staying by that house any longer felt rather draining for him, and he just wanted to get out of there. But before he could go, Guest ran up, grabbing Andrews shoulder. "Hey!"

Andrew tensed up, his breath hitching as he pulled away. Turning and realizing it was Guest, a hint of guilt struck his heart, feeling bad for reacting. Guest noticed his reaction, but didn't comment. He held out a phone, and Andrew took it. "You left it back after.. y'know." Guest explained. "I took it home and charged it for you, make sure to call me if anything happens."

Andrews eyes widened, and he took his phone. "Oh! Uhm, thank you.." he nodded, his face flushed with embarrassment from his earlier reaction replaying over and over in his mind. Pocketing the phone, he watched as Guest just smiled and turned away, leaving Andrew standing alone in the street.

Andrew turned and left, continuing down the road. As he continued down the street, the snow only got more heavier. Figuring he should map stuff out, he slowed down to a stop, standing by the entrance to an alleyway. Andrew turned on his phone with facial recognition, beginning to search for a close motel he could stop by, somewhere cheap.

But before Andrew could make another move, he was shoved into the alleyway. A startled yelp escaped the man as he fell onto his back, dazed. "Hey!" He snapped, sitting up and rubbing his head Andrew had dropped his phone, along with his wallet and plush that fell out of his pockets. "What the hell is your-" Andrews eyes snapped up, the color draining from his face. There stood Ivan, and he was seething.

Ivan stepped forward, a low growl escaping him. "Andrew." Ivan spoke, trying to compose himself. "You're being irrational, come on." Andrew scrambled back, his defenses shooting up. He gagged at the scent of lingering cigarette smoke on Ivan, turning his head away. "What the hell.. Get-Get away from me!"

Before Andrew could shout, Ivan kicked him in the stomach. He grunted, his arms wrapping around his stomach as he wheezed, struggling to breathe after the attack. "W... What the hell was tha-" Andrew started through ragged breathing, struggling to sit back up.

But Ivan was quicker, he grabbed the sides of Andrews head, yanking it down as he brought his knee up, connecting them. A cry escaped Andrew at the hit, his eyes watering up from pain and fear. Blood was gushing out of his nose, and he struggled to hold his nose.

Ivan suddenly sat down on Andrew, forcing the man back onto the ground. He began to repeatedly punch at Andrews stomach, seeming to be taking his anger out on the man. Andrew couldn't do anything but try and push Ivans hands away, dazed, injured, and terrified. "Ghk- stop!"

But Ivan didn't listen. He wrapped his hands around Andrew, choking the man. "Listen to me!" Ivan begged, shaking Andrew by his shoulders violently. "You caused this! Elliot would be alive if you never left me!" The words stung Andrew, although he could barely pay attention as his stomach screamed for him to stop. 

Andrews vision began to fade. Not by the tears, but from suffocation. He bobbed in and out of consciousness as Ivan shouted at him, and everything began to go numb. Andrews hands lowered down slowly, releasing their grip on Ivans jacket. Andrew could hear his breathing, and his eyes started to roll back into his head.

Andrew coughed up blood that had fallen into his mouth during his shouting, and Ivan settled down. He released his grip on Andrews throat, and Andrew frantically gasped for air. "-Hf! Hah.. hng..." Andrew attempted to sit up, slowly regaining consciousness.

But before Andrew could, Ivans hand shot out, grabbing ahold of Andrews jaw. Andrew winced, feeling Ivans iron grip on him, his glare seemed to burn into Andrews face. "You think you can just cut me off?" Ivan repeated, his tone darker. "You're stuck with me. Those cops wont save you, only I can!" 

And with that, Ivan roughly released Andrews jaw, instead shoving his head into the ground. The snow didn't do much to soften the impact, and a sickening crack rang out. Andrews body went limp, too dizzy to move. His eyes remained focused on Ivan as he slowly stood up, watching over Andrew.

Andrew wanted to call out, to curse Ivan out for doing this, to beg him to call somebody. But he couldn't. Andrew watched helplessly as Ivan left the alleyway, acting as if he wasn't covered in Andrews blood. The snow seemed to only fall harder as Andrew laid, unable to scream for help.

His eyelids felt heavy, and exhaustion overtook any remaining Adrenaline Andrew had. Slowly, Andrew closed his eyes. He didn't mind dying up until now, but after this experience, all Andrew wanted was to live.