Trapped-Gusholomule

Worried Texts

[One]

{Matt.POV}

Matt walked out of the grave yard, the dark saturated, dead, green grass, cracked and crumbled under his feet as it grew into the path. The color of the path and grass was ugly to him, mixed with the grey rocks. It was a mess of old watercolor paints with dirt flung at it while still wet, so it dried and cracked the canvas. The cold air whisped around his body, nipping at any exposed skin, especially his ears.

Matt imagined that the wind was doing a sort of dance, the way the weaved through the leaves and branches and such. His views on nature varried, one thing could be sloppy and disgusting and the other elegant and beautiful.
Most importantly he couldn't find Augu- Gus.
He kept forgetting his nickname, even though we wasn't here, he still made sure that he was referred to as Gus, since that human gave him that nickname.

He sighed. "Where are you idiot...?" Matt questioned to himself. A sick, disgusting, feeling slithered through Matt's abdomen, like guilt or the feeling that you've loss someone to the enteral sleep of death. The question was though why was he feeling this way? Perhaps Gus had just ran off to one of his little adventures. Even with this theory, that was well supported with evidence, he still didn't feel like that was it.

As he walked home the time passed by swiftly, the thoughts in his head rushing around like a river. Matt arrived to his house and entered quietly, and slinked into his room. There wasn't a reason he had to be so sneaky, no one was home so it wasn't logical. Even if people were home, like his parents, he could walk to his room normally and be fine. Matt just seemed to like being sneaky. His parents would sometimes call him Raccoon because of know sneaky he was and of how many times he would steal random items.

Flopping onto his tan bed, Matt turned onto his back and stretched his arms and legs. His blanket was soft and fluffy, but he had a different one that was kinda scratchy and cool, he used it most of the time but had this one our for warmth since the AC was out and he got cold easily. Matt yawned and reached for his phone to attempt to text Gus again.

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< Gus                                                           📞  🔍  💬
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3:15 Hey loserrr, I need some help with illusions

3:33 Yo lame-o??

4:06 Gus????

5:01 Answer dudeee

[Yesterday day]

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Matt choked on his breath. "Tch... I don't care for that twerp that much." He grumbled and deleted that part, then he sent it. He closed it right after and decided to open Penstagram. Matt scrolled through different images just liking them at random, anything to distract himself from the worries that bit at his mind.

The hissing and screaming thoughts settled in his mind like damp mildew, all foggy and cloudy, anything he did to distract himself they were always there, slowly creeping back. Matt sighed and closed his phone, reaching over to the side of his bed and plugging it in, then closed his eyes, planning to fall asleep in the light of the room. He saw colors then he closed his eyes and tried to traced them before dozing off into sleep.

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621 Words In Chapter

660 Words in Total

A/N: Hello! Haven't been on here in a while, and just watched every ToH in one setting- Anyways sorry for it being short, motivation go brr + first-ish fanfic. Have a good day/evening/night!!