The Adventures Of An Aromantic Asshole (In A Shockingly Cliché World)

Chapter 12 | What Is This, A Crossover Episode?

Horror Cliché

//LAST TIME ON THE ABSOLUTELY MINDBOGGLING SERIES OF UNLIKELY EVENTS THAT IS MY EXISTENCE//

Some shit happened and a stalker fell from the heavens.

//AND NOW WE CONTINUE//

To my advantage, it seemed Will was as baffled as I was. 

Jeremy had his eyes fixated on me, which I now noticed were filling up with tears.

I looked him up and down and quickly hissed, "Did you break your ankle landing or are you just happy to see me?"

He sniffled once, "Both."

There was another crunch of glass, as Will took a step towards both of us. I didn't like how fast he sobered up from witnessing a car mechanic falling from the ceiling. Jeremy whipped around at the sound and looked like he was about to do something incredibly irrational. 

Quickly I reached out and grabbed a hold of his arm, aggressively dragging him towards me. He looked at me with wide, puppy-like eyes. 

"Why are you protecting me when it should be the other way around?" He whispered, then adding quietly, seemingly only to himself: "So you do care..."

"Yes, yes, thank you, thank you," I answered my meat shield, never taking my eyes off of Will. Slowly while keeping a solid grip on the disgusting oil-covered jumpsuit, I dragged both of us a few steps back. 

I needed an advantage here. Will was unflinching, eyes dark behind his glasses, face emotionless - very punchable - but not easy to read. This was an element of surprise, yes, but the element consists of one emotional idiot with a broken ankle. I needed verbal warfare.

"He's only the first of my group that I've contacted. I guess you didn't know about the phones down in the boiler room, huh?" My lips were dry, but I kept my eyes from flickering around the room. I knew the building, after all, the only direct way out was behind me. "Be smart, dude. You don't know them as I do, they will tear you apart."

I nudged Jeremy in the back. He wasn't discreet with puffing his chest out and furrowing his brow, but it would do. 

Will didn't say anything. He looked down at the ground. 

Then he bent down and picked up the hammer.

With my finger, I stabbed: " .. -.. .. --- - " into Jeremy's spine.

"I disconnected the phone lines to the building yesterday," His voice was distant as he looked over the tool in his hand, "Though I didn't actually think you would show up. That is surprising." 

The red lights reflected in the metal, almost as a spoiler to what color it would be in the future, and he took another step forward. 

"Jeremy, how far are you really gonna go for her?" He asked.

My blood ran cold, and I felt him tense up in front of me. 

"How do you know me?" Jeremy demanded. My mind raced.

He broke in to steal my shirt. He knows where I live, where my parents live.