𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟎𝟎𝟏: Gunpoint

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!! 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 !!
- 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 (𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞)
𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 '𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫' (𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥)
- 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 '𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐬/𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬'







𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐎𝐕 (𝐘/𝐍'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕)
(Can everyone see the font? ㅠㅠ)

I spin around on my heel, closing my bedroom door behind me as I skip my way to the stairs.
As soon as I reach the top of the staircase, I hear a rather loud thud. 'Oh Zana, what have you done this time?' I thought to myself with a chuckle.

What could my cat have possibly done this time to create such a sound. As I take a few steps toward my bedroom, I suddenly realize something.
My cat can't create a noise as loud as that. In fact, it sounded to be around human weight, as if a human fell.

Funny thing is, my bedroom window is locked. And I live alone. Hah. I wonder who's in my room.

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I slip off one of my slide sandals and gripped it tightly, my knuckles turning ash white as cold sweat ran down my temple, to my cheek, and finally falling from my face and dripping onto the carpet. 'Shit. This is much more scary than I had originally thought it would be.'

(For the people who don't know, slide sandals are those sandals without the thing that separates your big toe from the rest of your toes if you know what I'm talking about...)

Finally gathering enough courage, I manage to bring myself to slowly twist the doorknob with shaky hands. I anxiously peer inside, my eyes landing on the stranger who's laying on the floor before my laptop's lit up screen catches my attention.
Another truck of realization slams into me, sending me flying out into outer space.

'Fuck. WHAT THE FUCK. I was reading wattpad, wasn't I...? Shit. I think I was reading smut-'

And if my memory serves me right, then I'm in trouble... I hadn't closed the laptop lid.

My eyes immediately snap back to the intruder who's still laying on the floor and seems to be... in some sort of pain?
Taking this opportunity, I make a dash for my desk and slam my laptop shut. 'Fuck, I turned my back to the dude.'
I turn around as fast as I can, almost making myself trip over my own feet and falling.

I'm about to say something, but the trespasser beats me to it.

"Ouch..." The stranger says, rubbing his head, his eyes pinched shut. He attempts to sit up, and it takes him a few tries until he finally manages to sit up properly as I stood observing.

'This guy looks awfully familiar... He definitely looks like Takemichi if he were a 3D person and not a 2D 'drawing' who was stuck in a screen.'

The anonymous person opens his ocean blue eyes, his sight landing on me before anything else in my room. But as soon as we make eye contact, I yell.

"HANDS UP BITCH, YOU'RE BEING HELD AT GUNPOINT!"

The poor soul who had just recovered from some sort of pain lets out a high pitched shriek, trying to stand up as fast as he body could manage, his arms shooting up as I pointed my sandal very close to his face.

Silence.

What kind of fucking sound did he just make.

Because I never want to hear such a thing again for as long as I have the ability to hear.

"Are you on drugs or some shit?" I ask with a raised brow, looking the guy up and down. Now that I take a closer look he does in fact resemble Takemichi. From his clothes, to his 'piss colored hair', to his pure blue eyes... Everything.

That's pretty fucking weird.

The guy seems kind of surprised, it takes him some time to register my words. "Huh? U-Uhm... No. I'm not taking any drugs, I'm not high, and I'm not drunk." I nod, letting my tired hand drop down to my side.

"So... You're not taking drugs or drunk, huh?"

I look down with a small chuckle.

"Okay then... TELL ME WHAT THE EVER LIVING HELL YOU'RE DOING BREAKING INTO MY FUCKING HOUSE, YOU LITTLE SHIT. ARE YOU ASKING FOR DEATH, OH WAIT- THAT'S TOO NICE. DO YOU WANT TO GET TORTURED DICKWAD? ARE YOU INTO THAT KIND OF THING?!" I shout, rambling on and on as I smack him on the head with my slide sandal.

"OUCH! I'm not trespassing! I honestly don't know where I am!"

I stop.

A dumb look on my face.

"Hey, are you perhaps Takemichi Hanagaki?"












𝐓𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝...𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐫! 𝐈𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤! ^-^

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