Roll in the Darkness

Dirty Feet

You wiped your eyes ferociously and craned your neck upwards.

Your eyes met Chaya's beautiful hazel ones. Her mighty figure loomed above your 5'11 frame. She looked about 7 foot tall from this angle.

"What is the matter?" she boomed.

God, she's so perfect. So caring, so tall. Totally my type...

You cleared your throat. "It's just..."

Chaya slapped her hand over her face in disbelief before you could even finish your sentence. She held out a hand to help you up. You took it ever so graciously.

"Let's go get a tea and have a chat,"

"I-i-i-it's 1am..." you protested.

"Nonsense!" she chuckled, dragging you down the hall and up flights of stairs to her dorm.

You arrived in a poky apartment, not unlike your own. Paintings of various furry OCs you vaguely recognised hung on the walls. A large rocking chair stood in the corner of the living space. In it, sat a person. They appeared to be playing Fortnite.

"No! 99th place, c'mon!!!" they cried.

You blinked. It was a voice you'd recognise anywhere. A voice you absoloutely despised...

Chaya took a few steps towards the person and asked gently, "What happened?"

"I fell off the top of the Agency!"

"Of course," she muttered fondly.

You stood by the door, shifting uncomfortably. You had an icky feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Chaya suddenly remembered your existence and turned to you, "Y/n, come sit down, I'll put the kettle on."

You took a seat on an ottoman by the rocking chair. Peering over at them, you realised the gamer boy was none other than...

GEORGE?!

Why on Earth would Chaya, the most beautiful person in the world, choose to live with this guy! The one who broke your heart!

"Chaya! You're a filthy little traitor!" you cried, stomping your dirty feet on the restored hardwood floors.

"I'm a what, love?" she asked gently, bringing over a tray of tea and toast served on delicate china platters.

Omg... toast...

Thoughts about Mooch came flooding back into your mind like a big sad dam had broken inside your head.

"Can you be quiet? I'm in the zone." George said gamer-ly. Then he paused. "Oh em gee... Y/n?"

"What is it, fam?" you said sourly.

"Y/n, take me back!" he pleaded.

"No,"

"Alright."

He turned back to his console, cranking some insane 90s.

Kinda hot...

No! Y/n, gamer boys equals BAD!

Chaya cleared her throat.

"Anyway, y/n... tell me."

"Where do I even begin?!" you said in a high-pitched wail.

Stay tuned ;)