Bittersweet Blueberrys | Sal x Travis (Break)

- Chapter 22 -

(I know it would actually be Travis PoV now, but I couldn't think of anything for him-)

PoV. Sal

I walk around my apartment. This whole thing, about 'the child', Travis acting weird, the chat and so on is pretty much to handle at once. 

up and down. I need to think a lot lately. I honestly have no idea how much time has passed. 
But then the door knocks. 

someone enters, without even needing to hear a 'come in' or something, Larry sticks his head through the slightly open door and looks around before finding me and entering. 'Hey little dude!' He walks up to me and pushes me lightly as a greet. 

'you good? Seem a bit... overthinking to much' Lar goes over to the kitchen and comes back with a soda. 'I'm fine, just... ah, it's nothing.' we both sit on the couch. 'ya know, whatever is in there' he puts his hand on my chest 'we all are here, your not alone.' he opens his soda and drinks a bit. 

I rest my head on the back of the couch. Not for everything, Larry, sometimes I need to handle stuff myself, no matter how great of a friend you all are... 

'Hey, have you heard? Todd told me and Ash that Travis has been acting very suspiciously.' He takes another sip from his Soda, not even looking at me. I sit up 'Yeah, I've noticed so myself.' Larry chuckles 'Dude, what if he is the spy?! He's much of an asshole, that would fit as a role for him good.' he tosses the empty drink in direction of the trash, missing it. 'darn it...' he mumbles, loud enough for me to hear it. 

'I don't think so- ' 'bro, you aren't sticking up for him, are you?' Lar looks to me, his eyes furrowed, obviously very concerned and he want's me to see it. 'I just don't think he would be. That's all.' I'd stick up for him, but I don't want to start a fight. 

'If you say so... Oh, yeah. Ash said she'd come over, I forgot. Ya wanna come too?' Larry switches the theme so fast, as if he wasn't ready for a fight either. 'Nah, I'm good, thanks tho. Have fun!' Larry high-fives me and jumps off the couch, petting Gizmo on the way out too. 

As soon as the door closes I sigh and get up to feed my fat cat. He doesn't need to be fed, as he finds food easily for himself, but he still eats from time to time. 

It's incredible how humanlike he is, no matter how much weight he brings up, he can stand on two legs with no problem. He can use the remote, open doors and windows, get to cabinets, uses his front paws to grab and hold things and even responses as if he understands humans.

I even caught him in the bathtub a while back!

He meows and walks between my legs while I stand on my toes to get to the upper shelf, which has the cat food. It's in the top one, because as I already said he can easily open cabinets. I pour some in his bowl, and while he eats a bit I fill up his second bowl with catmilk. 

Then I go to my room, shutting the door fully aware tat Gizmo can come in anytime if he'd want to. I drop myself in my beanbag and take the super gear boy, which lies next to it. 

The games I find are always very weird, and seem to connect to the past of the apartments, they also show stuff of the cult, but it's quite hard to solve the riddle behind them. People, who collect stuff for example. Not even Todd understands it, which come to the point that it's almost impossible.

Todd knows everything! 

Today it's a game of a cultist in a different rope then the rest, walking through the halls of a building, comparable to a labyrinth, until he found a weird looking mask and is seen in a circle with other cultists around a person on the floor. 

Are they hurt? Are they bowing? It's unable to tell, and I have no idea what it is suppose to mean. There are no names, or faces to see who this might be. Then my walkie-talkie gives noises.