ReaderxPeterBallard story!
You're a new test subject at the lab, one of the oldest too. A certain helper takes TOO much interest in you..
You're friends with eleven but after a while, eleven escapes with your help.
Soon after, you make friends with...
Yooo! Maybe we could even get Peter high. Man he needs some of this. He doesn't know what's good for him.
Peters pov-
The smell of weed stunk the whole area of the lake out. Jesus. I get out of the water leaving y/n to float about. Making my way upto the van, I shake my head. "How much do you want to smoke of that, Eddie?" I sit next to him - coughing from the smell. "As much as I want, buddy. You want some? Makes the feelings go away~" he taunts me, blowing smoke into my face. "I uh..." "C'mon, it'll make you feel good!" "Okay..fine.." He grins at me. Weirdo. He passed me a joint - turning up his radio. Pass the dutchie pon the left hand side- I start smoking, coughing a little. Pass the dutchie pon the left hand side it a go bun "Yeah bud! You're doing it!" I smile - taking another drag. Give me the music make me jump and prance "This is pretty good-" "Yeahhhh man!" Eddies eyes were narrower than usual. They were bloodshot too. He still looked happy though. Him and I were vibing to the song. It a go dung - give me the music make me rockin' at the dance.
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It was a cool and lonely breezy afternoon. How does it feel when you've got no food? I felt funny. More free. Everything was so...colourful. There were now two of Eddie. "Hey Eddie? When was you gonna tell me you had a twin?" I grin. "Oh buddy it's hitting you hard ain't it?" He chuckles - nudging me. You could feel it cause it was the month of June How does it feel when you've got no food. I start chuckling and giggling. This was so great. Great. Great . Great . Great . Doesn't sound like a word anymore. "Is great a word, Eddie?" "Great." "Great" "Great" "Great great great" We repeat it over and over again.
(Here you go - I felt bad I left you with that boring stuff)
