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Started April 30, 2018 by @icecubes

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pepe and kermit bitch

I stared at the bodies that lay sprawled across the floor, blood spreading and staining the floors. I could smell smoke. Suppose Anubis did that. I didn't want to be blamed for the fire, so I stumbled to the kitchen, tripping downstairs to the basement. The pipes all lay in a puzzle. I didn't know which one was the gas pipe, so I grabbed a random one and pulled as hard as I could. It didn't budge. I turned my head, looking for a tool. A wrench lay on the floor, so I grabbed it and tried to carefully put it in place, widening my eyes so I could focus my vision. I inhaled deeply and pulled with all my might. It twisted. I kept twisting before gripping the wrench and yanking it towards me again, stumbling backwards as I didn't prepare for it to give so easily. I took a few sniffs, immediately smelling gasoline stinging my nose. The smell of the smoke hadn't reached the basement, but I had to take a deep breath of gasoline and oxygen before entering the house again.

I blinked my eyes as I came to the realization that I covered for Anubis that day. The water hammered on my back as I recapped that night. I stopped myself before I thought about the struggle of getting past the flames to the nearest door.

I scribble the towel through my hair and toss it onto the holder that hung on the wall next to me. After climbing into my pants, I leave the bathroom and enter the bedroom, pausing as I notice Anubis was already asleep.
I wonder what he thought when he left.
I wonder when he left.
I wonder what he did when he left.
I realized I was staring, so I sigh and climb into bed, already reaching unconsciousness.

I woke up, but it felt like I never really went to sleep. My body had only gotten three hours of sleep, which was the least amount I had gotten since about a year ago.
Suddenly, I realized I was cold. Jean's body was entangled in the blanket, giving me the perfect opportunity to wake him up. I grabbed one end of the blanket and pulled with all my strength. Jean flipped over the bed, landing on the floor with a thud. I giggled as I realized that probably would've woken up the people underneath us.
"Literally what the fuck even?" he says, pouring boiing water on my head.
"ur a lil hoe, but go off"
sorry i mean.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he yells as he stood up, one stray strand of hair sticking up profusely. This caused me to burst out laughing, except I'm also shivering because the apartment's AC was broken. We may have been rich, but this job did not make us feel like it.
"Maybe if you were nicer to me, I'd wake you up normally," I teased, putting on a temporary hoodie. I remembered I picked up some eggs when I got Jean a pack of cigarettes. "Eggs for breakfast!" I sang while running away before Jean had the chance to beat me up.
If I were to be honest, it was impossible to just stop caring about Jean, but I figured, fake it till you make it, right? He'd be too self-absorbed to ever notice if I withdrew emotionally, right? Should I leave him again?

My heart is racing, I can feel the soles of my shoes hitting the ground quickly as I run, faster and faster. I feel…small. I run into wood. Not bark from a tree, but evenly cut wood. A tree-house. I'm holding something small in my hand.
"Jean!"
I turn around. There's a man on the wall. He hung his head low with his arms stretched out.
Something is burning.
I start to feel dizzy, I lose my balance.
The floor caves under me and I don't know when I'll find it when-
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" I snap, standing up to see a snickering Anubis. The vague memories of the dream starts to fade as I grow distracted from the fact that my back hurts from hitting the hard ground.
"Maybe if you were nicer to me, I'd wake you up normally," In a fit of anger, I grab a pillow and chug it at Anubis. He laughs harder at that, so I give up on getting back at him. At least he woke me up, I forgot to set an alarm.
"Eggs for breakfast!" He chimes, heading to the kitchen as he starts preparing breakfast. I inhale and exhale deeply, wondering if I should let myself relax for a moment, or if I should remain alert. I know I'm already too relaxed because of the cigarette Anubis gave me, but I wanted, just for a moment, to experience a real moment of serenity. Maybe, just now. While Anubis is distracted with making breakfast.
I sit down on the chair as my eyes shift to look at Anubis. I sigh and close my eyes, allowing a gentle grin to emerge.

Jean strolled into the room as I poured a bit of oil onto the pan. It had been years and years since I've actually made eggs. But, I had made them so many times for my family, my body goes on autopilot.

"Olliver! Can you make breakfast today? I'm already running late for work," Mom called from downstairs. I heard the front door slam before I could reply.
I headed downstairs to see Samantha sitting at the table waiting for food. She giggled at the sight of me, but I never understood why. I guess my childhood was different. Before Samantha was miraculously born, I was alone for most nights. Mom was never absent, but I preferred to be by myself. Then, one random night Mom announced that she's pregnant. Since then I was forced to play this brother role for Samantha, but I could never bring myself to get attached to her. Apparently my distance from my own sister, and other things, was alarming for Mom, so I went to church camp. As if God would cure me.
"Eggs today, Sammi?" I sighed, already opening the fridge.
"I love eggs! Eggs! Yum!" she danced, her matching blonde hair bouncing on her shoulders.

And just like that, five minutes later I had two plates of eggs sitting on the table for Jean and me. I crumpled onto the seat, unaware of how sleep-deprived I was. "Sorry, I couldn't make them with the shit you like. I was in a hurry last night."

I opened my eyes as the sound of the plates hitting the table.
"Sorry, I couldn't make them with the shit you like. I was in a hurry last night."
I watch Anubis sit down and begin eating his eggs, almost like an autopilot. The lengths this guy would go through for me, God knows he's not altruistic, but he's certainly been showing some virtue recently. You'd think he'd run at the first sign of a responsibility, but he hasn't. I suppose it's because he wants a high paycheck, so he'll do what he can to keep us at a hundred percent, but how would eggs play into that?
"Thanks, Anubis." I mutter before starting on my own plate.

listen here u bitch breakfast is fucking important fucjking whore ikll litesrally kil you

skinny time skip
Feeling rather energized, I stole the car keys before Jean could. Although I was scared Jean would pass out again or something, really, I just wanted to go back to being driver again. I also needed to know what it was like to sit in the driver's seat that was on the right. And driving on the left? Oh, boy.
"So, do I have to re-explain what we're doing today, or did you miraculously listen?" I sighed, rolling down the window. Clouds cluttered the sky, letting a gloomy grayness settle onto the city. The roads were beginning to get crowded as people drove to work.

"Depends." I mutter, rubbing the back of my neck roughly in hopes to ease some tension in my shoulder. "Is it the same as yesterday?" It wasn't until we got out of the parking lot that I realized Anubis was driving. I wonder if he drove himself around or if he took the bus. I wonder how often he actually left his house. Upon thinking about the monotony of yesterday, I already started to dread whatever work I had today. I wanted to do field work because I get restless and have to go out and do some physical activity.

"Depends, is it the same as yesterday ?" Jean said, leaving me disappointed. I pressed the accelerator a little harder, hoping to get to work faster.
"No, it's not," I sighed. "Gee, I remember somebody here wanted to get the job done. I'm not even asking that much of you, Jean, I just need you to listen to what the hell we're gonna do. Or you could be stuck with your shitty fake job for longer. Which sounds better, huh?" Droplets of cold water fell onto my arm. I yanked it back in and closed the window, turning on the windshield wipers.

I looked out my window as Anubis ranted about me not listening to him. Droplets of rain started to dot the glass and rush down to the bottom as we drove, the drops reaching a slight curve as Anubis sped the car through the highway.
"It's your fault we're doing this anyway. I never said I wanted to." I muttered under my breath, half hoping that Anubis didn't hear, but not really caring. I wondered if he'd get heated this early in the morning, right before we go in to work.

I chuckled, relaxing my tone of voice. No point in fighting. The more peace there is between us, the easier today will go. "I remember someone agreeing to take this job with, who was it… Anny?"
"Only because I didn't have a choice," he muttered defensively.
"Mmhmm," I smirked, "Anyway, in short, we're sneaking up to an executive's office. I just need you to meet me right after lunch starts at the elevators. This is a time-based thing."

"I just need you to meet me right after lunch starts at the elevators. This is a time-based thing."
Anubis's body language seemed to relax in tensity, causing the thin air to dissipate. I scratch my chin, trying to think of a question as the car slows to a stop at an intersection.
"What if I'm hung up on something?" I mutter, turning my head to look at Anubis.

I paused, thinking about a reply as I tapped away at the wheel. "Send a text if you have to go out. I'll try to do it myself, I guess." The light switched to a bright green. If I recalled correctly, this was the last turn and then just forward. Jean nodded his head, staying silent, so I turned the radio on to an alternative rock station.
After passing through layers of security, Jean and I met with Amelia again. "Hello boys, how are you?" She began to initiate a hug, whilst slipping her spare ID into my pocket.
"Ready for the day, we actually had breakfast this time," I smiled. "I guess it's time to clock in. See you, Dan!"

dan is depressed

I twitch my mouth into a smile at Amelia and Anubis as I make my way to the stairs, heading to the floor to meet up with my team. I make my way through the halls and into the room where I thought my team would be, only to find it empty. Confused, I turn around, to which someone rammed into me. It was Nichole.
"What's going o-?"
Upon realizing it was me, Nichole stops and grabs my arm.
"Suit up, Dan, we need to head out immediately."
"Where are we going?"
"It's quite a drive, I don't remember the name of the city, sorry, ask Nicholas, he'll be tracking us here and tell you the plan," She lets go of my arm, causing me to realize we'd run through a few rooms. Where she left me was in front of a door that was left ajar. I could see a few screens in the crack of the door as I quietly open it up, looking into the room. A man sat in a chair as he stared at several computer screens and monitors, each monitor had something going on, so he looked busy.
"Nicholas?" I mutter, causing him to turn around.
"Hey! Dan, you're right on time. Well, you'll have to hurry to suit up, but we have a job. I'm sorry we didn't update you on this, but we're going to investigate a crack-house because we believe someone there is connected to a serial murderer that we've been investigating."
Geez, a crack house? Surprisingly enough, I've never been in one. I wonder if it's exactly how I imagine it.
"Okay, where do I suit up?"
He pointed to the right of me.
"Last door at the hall, you can't miss it. Everyone's in there right now."
I nod and leave the room, realizing I forgot to ask where it was. I decide to pull out my phone and call Anubis to update him on what's going on, since I wasn't sure how long I'd be gone.

The moment I turned on my computer, my phone began to rang. I had a feeling Jean wouldn't text me - he never does. "What's up?" I say as I roll back in my chair and place my fabulous legs onto the desk.
"Yo, so we're going on a field mission to a crack house, and I don't know when we're gonna be back. This is just a heads-up," his deep monotonous voice echoed through the speaker.
"Okay, thanks, bye," I hung up.
Ah, yes, more boring hell!

patricia
"Crack houses are my favorite things to bust. I love seeing high ass people just in a daze," I chuckled. Richie rolled his eyes, but smiled nonetheless. The door opened and the new recruit strolled in as stiff as ever. Dan, was it?
"Hey, Dan!" I chimed, standing up to face him and smacking a hand on his shoulder. "Ready for the first official job here?"

"Hey, Dan! Ready for the first official job here?"
I turn to the owner of the voice as she beams up at me with a sense of mischief.
I give her the Facebook messenger soulless smiley emote as I flash a thumbs up.
"I'm ready to learn new things, that's for sure." I remark with a bit of a forced cheery tone and turn back to look around at the few people that lay at the front, their eyes the familiar bloodshot and colorless skin. My initial reaction to the crackheads was a mixture of Jesus, is that what I look like when I'm high? and God I wish that were me. Richie quietly stepped over to me and handed me a photo of someone's mugshot. To be honest, it looked like half the men here, but it gave me a general idea of who we're looking for. I lift my head and look around, wondering if I should actually look or just let them find it, but assuming I should probably help at least a little bit. We finished the first floor and moved on to the second.

I swept around the place, inspecting every nook and cranny while simultaneously checking the new recruit. Shane asked me to keep an eye on him for some odd reason.
We entered the second floor, which was filled with sober dealers that had been trying to hide the drugs and potentially run away. They all froze at the sight of us. "Hands in the air, you're under arrest for possession and distribution of illegal substances." I nodded at Jean, hoping to let him know he was to handcuff someone. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to have an attorney present during any questioning," I spoke to the struggling criminal as I placed the silver cages around his wrists.
"Fuck you," he spat.

I turned one of the men over, pulling his arms closer together behind his back as the cuffs clicked into place, resisting the urge to glance over at Richie as if he was grading my actions. As I guide him down the stairs to the vehicles, I eye Patricia in the hall, who's making her way to the third floor.
"Any luck with the prime suspect?" I question, wondering if we were still looking for a specific man or if we found him by now and are just making arrests for others. Patricia shook her head in defeat, but underlying determination.
"Not yet, can't promise he'll still be in the building if he heard us come in. Could have jumped out a window."
"From the third floor?"
Patricia's eyes fall back on me in slight surprise.
"Have you ever met a crackhead?"

fucking patricia goddamnit
"Have you ever met a crackhead?" I asked in amazement. I assumed Jean had experience with all types of criminals.
"Suppose not," he muttered, searching every room.
I furrowed my brow. The whole floor was empty, which usually meant something was off. I gasped, turning around. "Of course, there must be a basement of some sort. The agents outside would've caught him if he jumped, and they would've let us know through radio. Come on!" I rushed back down to the first floor.

lets say u grabbed my arm to bring me to the basement

I follow her through a maze of halls as we reach the door to the stairs leading to the basement. Patricia looks at me for a moment before reaching to the doorknob and twisting it open. Luckily, it was unlocked. She gently pushes the door open, the creaking of the door so excessive that it ruins any chance of it giving off a creepy energy.
"Wonder if the stairs are in any better shape." I think aloud as I take a step on the first stair, the wood creaking the moment my foot touches it. I look back up at Patricia.
"You ready to go down the rabbit hole?"

Anubis
A small knock on the door caused me to jump. It was feather light, belonging to Sammi, most likely. I wondered how Mom managed to birth someone with such good manners. "Come in," I called, my voice cracking slightly from nearly no use.
Her small body entered my room. She had been, what, 10? 11? I lost track, or, I never paid attention in the first place. Sammi smiled brightly with all of her small teeth. "Olli! Happy birthday!" she chimed. Behind her back she revealed a poorly wrapped gift.
I spun around in my chair to face her and accept the gift. I carelessly tore apart the paper to uncover a candle. Cinnamon, my favorite.
Sammi shifted her weight. Her gaze was frozen to the floor. "I know Mommy hates you having candles… I don't know why she banned them. I got my friends to find one for you. I saw you with a cinnamon candle once… I hope you still like them."
I stared at this stranger. Their blonde locks, identical to mine, their freckles, mine, even the color of their eyes, mine. But, who were they? Someone who barely knows me, yet sees my obsessions, yet doesn't understand them?
"Thank you, Sammi. I really appreciate it." I got off my chair and knelt down to hug her. This is what siblings do, right?
My eye twitched as I stared at the computer screen. The lighter's flame was small.

Patricia
Dan commented on the creaky stairs. I raised a finger to my lips, shushing him. Our words will give away our identities - we could just be druggies running away.
He led us down the stairs. A small sliver of light glowed somewhere. I heard sounds of clanging. I could make out some shapes of bottles and tables and such. This must be where the hard drugs are made. While I was busy trying to see, somebody grabbed my arm.
I swiveled around and swung an arm towards the figure. My knuckles connected with the cheekbone of who I figured was the prime suspect. Swiftly, I pulled out my gun and pointed towards the perpetrator.

My heart jumps slightly as Patricia stiffens her position to point her gun at someone. Once I get a better look, it was who we were looking for. I reach behind me and pull out my gun quickly but, almost, sloppily, as I point it up at the man. He holds still, but shaking slightly, which I understand, because he's probably high, but also has two guns pointed to him. I waited for Patricia to take action, hoping she would know how to do it right.

blah blah she fucking arrests the guy nothing cool happpens wow! they end earlier how fyckign craxzy is that.

patricia, they're on their way back btw
"So, Dan, how was your first job? Nothing too crazy happened, this job isn't like how they make it out to be in the movies," I chuckled, trying to make friends with the new recruit. "Just in time for lunch, too! Thank god we didn't have to do clean-up duty."
I turned into the parking lot, thinking about my meal. Perhaps I should invite Dan to eat with my co-workers and me.

big anubis
I wasn't even stressed, but just bored. I continuously flicked the lighter, allowing a miniature fire to form, waving at me before dispersing again. A knock came about my door.
"It's lunch break, sir!" my assistant chimed.
I sighed, waving him away. I picked up my phone and dialed Jean, hoping his case was over.