Stolas x reader x Blitzo| Love Sick Triangle| Completed

Chapter 1. Great days.

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4:50 pm, the clock ticked rhythmically, a second at a time. I wanted to go home. I had sat in the staff break room sipping water to calm down over the day's events. We had barely finished the job, and it was anything but smooth. Shit went south when I got separated from the group, from missing the shot twice. It humiliated me that Moxxie had found me tied up in a bush after tripping on the rope. And our only way to get to the living world was shot! The crystal broke. I guess that's what we get for buying from a shady ass man in an alley. Never has this happened, but I wish I could forget. Finally, the clock hit 5, and I was ready to leave. Everyone was already out the door, leaving me to lock up again. I didn't mind too much as it was only an extra 5 minutes, but I still would have preferred to go home early.

I chose to walk to work this morning, and now, I full-heartedly regret that decision. I kept my head down, eyes locked on my phone and earphones blearing. The littered streets weren't worth looking at, not for the 100th time. It wasn't until I began to smell smog-ish air that I realised something was wrong. I was only six blocks away.

I held my breath, speeding up my steps to get closer. Thick smoke rose above the building, and soon, a bright light revealed itself. Fire, It was huge. My stomach dropped even further as I stood below the burning building. The flames spat out the broken windows and lapped at us, who were on the sidewalk. My heart sank as my stomach churned over and over again. My home is burning.

Twenty minutes went by as I sat on the opposite side of the road. The fire continued violently raging across several other buildings when a fire truck turned up. Everyone knows nobody cares here. It comes down to money, sex or fame. So they took their sweet ass time putting it out, leaving as soon as no flames were visible.

I had gone through shock, anger and depression in such a small amount of time that now I felt a little numb. These moments are usually 'The quiet before the storm.'

I could call one of my best friends, Naiomi. Maybe she'll let me stay with her for a bit. It's a bit of a long shot considering her new kid and that weird work shit she does. What could I lose? My thumb hovered over the call button for a little, contemplating the yays and nays of this conversation I hadn't even had yet.

I took a breath and held it, listening to the ring of the tone played out a few times. "Hey, Nomi." I tried to sound a little less upset, but there was only so much I could do. It was nice to hear Naiomi's cheery voice.

"Hey, Possum! What's going on?" I could hear her smile, and for a minute, everything was okay. "Someone set my apartment on fire" And now that moment is ruined. As predicted, she fussed. Making sure I was okay. I wouldn't be calling if I wasn't okay; that's just her.

"Oh, honey! Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm fine; I was at work." I paused for a minute, cringing at how I'd be asking for yet; another favour, "But umm... I was wondering If I could stay with you?" A second of silence had confirmed the answer. I hated how she gave me a sympathetic voice when she felt sorry for me.

"I am so sorry, Possum. I don't have the space right now. I can send you some money. Would that help?" Thanking her, I declined the offer, not wanting to take anything else. "Have you told Blitzø? I'll call him" she sounded like she was on a mission.
"Nomi, no! I don't-" she cut me off,
"Hush up. Blitzo can do much more than I can right now! I must go, but I'll text you in a bit."
I sent off my goodbye and continued to watch the kindling ashes and slight glow of what used to be my home.

What could I do now? There was no way any of my stuff survived it. And by the looks of it, Old Mr Thompson didn't either. Good on him. Creepy fuck deserved it. Unlike the living world, hellfire consumes everything faster than you can say cheesy nuggets. Why anyone would say that anyway is beyond me.