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It was a.. boring day in the house, to say the least. But it was also just morning. God Z hates mornings.
Z had been up for a while now- he was always the first one up. Moe was also up relaxing on the couch. The only one not up was Regect.
He always slept in super late, it was nearing noon already, so this wasn't unusual. And it probably had some mischief planned for today... Hopefully not anything that involves anything explosive.
Z and Moe were just relaxing on the couch though. Z trying to figure out what to make for breakfast.. or lunch? And Moe just happily kicking her feet while reading some yaoi (just like me fr 🥹).
Z: "Hey Moe what would you want for lunch?"
Z looks up from what ever he was doing. Hoping that Moe has an idea because if she didn't, they'd be shit out if luck because ReGect can make decisions for the LIFE of him.
Moe: "Honk.... Honk honk honk? honk honk honk honk honk honk honk. (Hmmm... what about McDonald's? We haven't been there for like ever.) "
Moe looks up from her yaoi
Z thinks about it for a minute before agreeing with Moe. Z was about to ask what she wanted before ReGect triped over his feet and fell down the stairs,crying after he stops falling
ReGect: "AUGHHHHHOWWEWEWWWWWHUUUUUHUHHHHHAAUGHH"
ReGect is currently on the floor,face down, crying as he look like that on Peter Griffin meme.
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(HUGE TIME SKIP)
(it's the good part now 🥹)
They go throughout the day like usual, they get some more food and even do some fun things. And like any other day, it is eventually night. Though... Z's been bothered about something for a while now, like maybe 3-4 days after coming back. He's been seeing the eyes in dark corners,hearing the laughing when he's alone, feeling like something is watching him...
Moe and ReGect went somewhere to go get more splash bottles or something, leaving Z alone. Which would have been fine if the eyes were haunting Z, laughing like their making fun of him and how pathetic he was. Every time Z tried to relax and wait for the other two to come back, the eyes would laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh. Z tries to ignore it but it just doesn't stop. Z goes into his room and into the bathroom, where he sat in the corner trying to block out the laughter that doesn't seem to stop. He tries breathing in and out but it doesn't help. He looks around the bathroom to see if there's anything looking at him, thankfully nothing was. Well... That WAS until he looked down and saw eyes all over his arms, looking at him. He tries to rub the eyes off but it didn't do anything. He tries other things like using soap and water, rubbing alcohol,and etc. He looks around the bathroom, his eyes laying on a eyebrow razor that he used sometimes for facial hair. He grabs the eyebrow razor and sits back down... He's really about to do this huh..? He makes a cut on one of his arms, the left one, to be exact. After he lifts the razor from where he cut himself, he find out that one of the eyes disappeared from his arm, replaced with a deep (kinda? Not like really deep but not a deep deep one). Z realises that the laughter died down a little... Z makes another cut, this one deeper than the last. But just like the last one, the eye disappeared and is replaced with a cut bleeding. After a few more cuts, he feels disgusted with himself. But he just can't stop... After all the eyes (and laughter) are gone from both of his arms, he finally looks down at his arms...
Shit...
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This is bad... He went way to far this time..
Z starts feeling tired. He gets up from where he was sitting in the bathroom and washes the cuts, the cuts stinging as he puts the cuts under the water. After cleaning his scars, he finds a some medical tape and gauze, rapping his arms in gauze to prevent infections. He turns off the light in the bathroom and opens the door to go to bed.
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To be continued