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These guests were really starting to piss him off. One after another they came to his house, took up his space, ate his food, drank his beer, they even smoked his cigarettes!
The worst interaction he’d had with someone at the first since this disaster had began was just this night. An old fat man pounds on the heavy wooden door, demanding to be led in before he even is spoken too. The homeowner peaks through the peep hole, watching as the man yells about the clouds and fema.
The homeowner eventually decided to open the door, if the old man is dangerous or annoying he can always kick him out later. But as soon as the old man looks at the homeowner he gets a sour look on his already sour looking face.
“Ugh!” He scoffs, now not looking at the homeowner “you’re one of those things aren’t you!” The homeowner looks offended
“I’m not a visitor, I’ve only met a visitor a few-“ he’s cut off when the man speaks again.
The man’s voice drips with anger. “No you’re one of them! Those fags! I fucking hate you! You’re the reason countries gone to shit! Look at your fuckin self-“
The homeowner starts to just tune the man out, glancing around behind him, trying to spot anything else. He falters when he sees the pale man standing in the distance, the moon just barely illuminates his pale body where he stands in the field of weeds that surround the homeowners house. The homeowner sighs, causing the irate man infront of him to surge forward, presumably assuming that the homeowner is sighing because of him.
Luckily the homeowner slams the door into the man in time, blocking his advance. There’s a loud thud and then chilling silence.
The homeowner sighs and returns to his kitchen, cooking some mystery meat from his fridge. He definitely burnt it, but he’s able to make some… mashed up… meat… something. It’s calories, that’s all that really matters.
He walks to the living room and eats whatever it is that he made. Eventually there’s a slam near one of the windows near the back of the house, of course, it’s the pale man again. He’s never known anyone else to slam on his windows and walls like that thing does.
He finishes his meat and tosses the plate into the sink before heading to the window where the sound came from. He pulls up the blinds to see the pale man standing right infront of the window. The homeowner flinches back, he hadn’t been expecting the intruder to be right there.
The homeowner lifts the window, the pale man leans forward to attempt a kiss but the homeowner leans away just in time.
“What is it now” the homeowner mumbles, still in a sour mood from the interaction he’d had earlier.
“I have a gift for you” the intruder grins “my beloved” the homeowner cringes a little.
“I told you to-“ he falters when the pale man holds up the severed head of the man who had verbally attacked the homeowner just a little bit ago. The homeowner no longer flinches at violence, but the sight is disgusting. The pale man’s hands are stained in blood, the blood soaking through the folds of his skin, the head meanwhile is frozen in pure fear.
“I did this for you, no one will ever hurt you when I’m-“ the window slams shut and the homeowner draws the blinds again, that’s enough for tonight.
He walks down the hall to his bedroom, touching his pierced ear with one hand. He’d done it years ago after getting to drunk. He touches his eyebrow slit next as he sat on his bed, he never thought it made him look weird, he liked it? He sighs, other people are too complex.
People will judge him either way, so he might as well just be what he is, even if that’s gay or whatever that old man said.