Can I Call This Home? (discontinued)

☊⊑⏃⌿⏁⟒⍀ 7

TW - knives

They would catch me.

They were coming.

I was going to die. Everyone else was going to die.

They probably knew where I was and wrote that message to make it seem like I have more time before they swoop in and attack.

I let out a quiet groan as I stopped pacing the room, banging the sides of my head with my wrists in an attempt to stop the loud voices all yelling nervously.

I couldn't just sit here and overthink. I needed a plan.

I pushed away the overthinking voices and sat on my bed, tracing lines into the bed sheet.

There was a 3 hour walk to the nearest town. But if I walked, they would catch me. So I needed something better, like a bike, or a vehicle of some sort. But Phil probably had the keys for his car hidden somewhere so that Tommy couldn't get them.

I smiled. Tommy was short. Meaning Phil probably hid them up high. And I was a nice 6'6.

But they would know if I just grabbed the keys and left. Tommy has super speed, he would catch up easily. I needed to go at night, like last time, but I need to be more careful. I need to know this house like the back of my hand, and need to be able to sneak out using many different paths in case something goes wrong and I won't be able to go straight to the door.

I made a mental checklist of things I now had to do:

- find Phil's keys
- Figure out path to get out
- Don't get attached.

The last one was needed. I knew it would take a bit to get the first two options done, meaning I might be here for at least a few more days. I couldn't get attached during that time. Because if I get attached, if they ever find me, they will kill everyone in this house as a punishment for me.

A knock at the door made me jump and I stood from my bed, cautiously opening the door, revealing Techno, who didn't even look up from his book as he spoke.

"Phil wants to see you" He said, flipping the page of his book "He's in the garage"

Before I could respond, asking what Phil needed me for, Techno walked away, walking into a room nearby and closing the door, a click sounding after the door closed, revealing that Techno locked the door behind him.

I have three choices now. Lock myself in the room I was staying in and not go down, go down to Phil and possibly get kicked out or murdered, or go bang on Techno's door until he opened it up and told me what Phil needed me for. Except two out of those three things wouldn't work, so I guess I was going to get murdered.

I took a quick breath to calm myself, and my necklace charm found its way into my mouth, and I started to chew on it, click noises caused by my teeth hitting the metal. I adjust my shirt a few thousand times as I walk down the stairs, tucking it into my pants and then pulling it back out again, fixing my hair to try and calm it down.

I honestly wasn't sure where I would find the door to the garage, so I wondered around for a few minutes, finally coming across Alex who led me to the garage, telling me to call him Quackity instead of Alex before he left.

I stood in front of the door for a good minute before I knocked, a knot clogging my throat as Phil yelled for me to come in from inside the garage.

Carefully and slowly, I opened the door, twisting the knob quietly as I pushed the door, swinging it inwards to reveal Phil waiting there, a knife in hand, and a knife sharpener in the other. I knew it, he was going to kill me.

He smiled when he saw me, and it calmed some of my nerves, but not enough that I stopped tugging at my fingers, making them feel as if I was pulling them from their sockets.

I watched as he stuck the knife into a holder on the wall, the sharpened knife almost cutting through the wood holder. He kept the knife sharpener in his hands.

"Take out your pocket knife" He said, more like ordered. I followed what he asked and took my pocket knife from my pocket, putting it in his awaiting hand.

He looked at it, opening it up and looking at the blade. With the sharpener in his hands, he ran across the blade, sharpening the blade. I watched as he continued to sharpen it, shifting on my heels as he finished sharpening the blade.

After a few minutes, he held the closed blade out and I took it from his hands, opening it to look at the blade. It was definitely sharper than before.

"Try to cut that" He said, pointing towards a cushion covered in cuts.

Carefully I step towards the cushion, looking over at Phil to make sure he wasn't going to try and kill me when my back was turned. He just nodded encouragingly and gave me a thumbs-up, so I turned back towards the cushion.

I swung the knife quickly, wanting to finish this as quickly as possible, but the knife cut through the cushion like butter. It had even chopped some of the wood underneath, only visible after most of the stuffing escaped the brand new cut.

Phil whistled at that "You're stance looks better. Have you been practising?"

The answer to that is no. Sure I've gone over my stance a million times in my head, but no actual practice has been done. Instead of answering, I shrug my shoulders, putting away the knife. I was confused why Phil had brought me here to do this. I was more confused why he was sharpening a knife I could use to hurt him and his children.

He smiled at me again, his bright blue eyes crinkling up when he smiled. I awkwardly smile back, the corners of my mouth lifting up as I tugged at my fingers nervously.

"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADD!!! Fundy is eating one of the cat's tails and we can't find Wil!!" Someone yelled from inside the house and Phil sighed, shaking his head disappointingly at the stupidity of his children.

Phil walked away without saying anything, but I stayed in the garage, taking my knife from my pocket and opening it up, running my fingers across the sharp blade, cutting a small line on my middle finger. Why did he sharpen my blade? Why was he helping me? Did he know I was running? Maybe.

I wasn't sure. But it didn't matter. I still had to escape.