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Need For Latibule

Chapter 19.
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[Now Playing: Haunted by Laura Les]
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[POV: SAPNAP]

Latibule (n.) a hiding place; a place of safety and comfort.

Sapnap stared at the ceiling in his room, they returned home from McDonald's a few hours ago. They didn't eat dinner but he was fine with that, he just felt so off? He rolled onto his side on the couch, he was still having to sleep on until they got a air mattress or something else more comfortable.

Sapnap then began to realize, what he was feeling, was homesick? Anger? Or perhaps just his silent desire to return home and get revenge on his father after having to deal with his abuse for all these years. Sapnap sat up, his body now on autopilot as he grabbed one of his hoodies from his bag and tossed it over his shirt and headed out the door.

The dark streets weren't unfamiliar, if anything Sapnap had grown more accustomed to seeing them in the dark with only the street lamps to light his path. The last time he'd taken a walk and on his own went pretty... decent? He had come across Dream but otherwise it was peaceful.

He didn't really feel the anxiety of thinking people were watching him or someone was following, well, that was only because Sapnap didn't feel anything.

His footsteps splashing in puddles on the concrete as he walked, a tense anticipation radiating off his movements as he shoved his hands into his pocket. Feeling the fluffier material used in the inside of the pocket as his brain continued to automatically drive him to his house.

He saw the house's form slowly come into view, Sapnap taking slightly slower steps as he noticed that his fathers car was indeed, there. Unlocking the door as silently as possible, as if he were a burglar coming to invade his own house, or he guessed, old house.

And much like in burglar fashion, Sapnap crept through the house until he reached the hallway where his father's room was. Slowly twisted the doorknob open to see his father passed out, Sapnap almost recoiled at the putrid smell of the room which obviously hadn't been cleaned in months, possibly years.

A soft smile escaped into his lips as he saw his fathers prized pistol on the dresser beside the door. Picking it up with hands that we're beginning to shake, but he ignored it as he studied it in his hands. Such a powerful weapon, easily able to kill anyone, the user of the gun wished.

Sapnap knew how to shoot a gun, it had been one of the things his father taught him when he was little and things were good. His hand shook slightly as he adjusted his stance and stood over his fathers bed. He could see the slow rise and fall of his chest, and he could only think about making it stop. He wanted to see his fathers chest never rise again.

Sapnap took a breath, held his aim, and rested his finger on the trigger, shutting his eyes as tight as possible.

And nothing came. As if he had been expecting the gun to shoot him for himself, he stared at the gun in a fearful confusion. A wave of hardh realization having finally come over him just in time, as his hand shook and pulled away from the trigger, dropping the gun to his side as he began to breathed heavily. Keeping the gun in his hand,

Sapnap backed away in short hurried steps, sure he would trip any moment as he used the wall to help him along the way. Sapnap stumbled over to the bathroom, which was now void of all of his belongings except for the old Pokémon cup.

He dropped the gun onto the counter as Sapnap reached out and twisted the sink handles to get icy cold water, and shoved his hands under it and brought it up to his face. Panting slightly as the freezing water dripped down from his nose and back into the sink, his eyes shut.

Reopening them and as he brought up his gaze to the mirror he was disgusted immediately, his hair was greasy and messy from not being brushed or washed in the past week, his teeth had become yellow, and his eyes were bloodshot and he had visible eyebags from crying and his lack of sleep. Then, sudden anger began boiling up inside of him again, annoyed that he'd pussied out last minute, and annoyed at the world, he glowered at the reflection in the mirror because drawing back his fist and slamming it into the mirror.

Hissing underneath his breath in annoyance and pain as multiple shards from the mirror stuck into the web of his finger and his knuckles. Pulling them all out with his other hand as shards of the mirror cracked beneath his feet. Blood gushing out and dripping down his fist as the red mirror pieces were thrown to the ground, the wounds having nothing stopping them from bleeding out.

As Sapnap was looking back up in the mirror to see the dark brown expanse from the back of the mirror instead of his face, he felt a strange satisfaction.

His fist was obvious bleeding badly, and shards of it were everywhere and most likely would get into shoe for him to deal with later. But for now he could appreciate this small victory of having smashed the mirror that pissed him off.

Sapnap grabbed the gun off the counter and stalked back into his room, now confused on what next as he looked around. Walking out of his room and looking in the fridge as if it was any other normal night.

However, this might, Sapnap grabbed a pack of beer from the back of the fridge and slammed the door opened, not caring to shut it on his way back.

Walking out to the street before realizing he didn't want to be that person that got drunk in the middle of the street and kidnapped or something, so instead he went to the shed in his old backyard, still holding the pistol in one hand and the beer in another as he kicked the door open with his foot.

Sapnap kicked a few rakes out of the way and leaned against the wall of the shed, placing the pistol beside him and cracking open one of the beers. Sapnap taking a long swig as he readjusted his position, and so he went through almost the whole case.

Groaning as his vision started becoming slightly blurry by the second drink, and his mind completely fuzzy by the third, but he kept drinking. And when he'd drunk the whole case, his only thought was; where can I get some cigarettes to go with it.

His brain at first went to Schlatt, despite knowing in his sub-conscious that Schlatt wasn't dealing shit too him until he payed him back, and after realizing that he called Punz instead.

He wasn't sure why, it probably would have made more sense to just call Purpled who would have cigarettes on him. Punz didnt even really like cigarettes or smoking or any of it much, and usually avoided it from what Purpled told him.

But for some reason, drunken and tired, Sapnap called Punz.

"Sapnap?! Where the hell are you?" Punz's voice almost immediately came through the phone, their voice anxious and confused.

"Mmmm went to house." Sapnap slurred, scratching the back of his neck as if he was embarrassed.

"God damnit- I was fucking terrified man I didn't know where you went and-" Punz cut himself off, "I'm coming, just stay there and don't move a fucking muscle okay?"

Sapnap nodded and hummed his agreement before hanging up the phone and tossing it too the side wrecklessly.

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Forgot to say it in the last chapter, but I don't wanna seem like I'm white-washing (don't know if that's the correct term since it's in writing so sorry if it's not) Ponk by making them siblings with two white guys, but wanted to clarify that they are not related and are actually like found/adopted family