Fatal Order

Part 2: Hopeless Confusion - 3

Alex's stress had not calmed down in the slightest. Despite him quickly showering before going to sleep at a time earlier than usual, he still woke up feeling horrible and unrested, to the point where he was just about at his limit.

He awakened naturally, surprisingly, allowing him to rest his eyes happily as he lay in bed. But, this short burst of bliss did not last long, as a certain someone who he dreaded to think about was about to hammer their way through his door if he weren't to acknowledge them.

Once he heard the relentless knocking begin, he groaned audibly as he realised that he would likely never truly wake up in peace, as there would always be someone or something ruining his morning, be it Fate, Violet, or stress.

And so, before he had even five minutes to rest his eyes, his biggest admirer destroyed any chance of relaxation.

This individual was also very clearly a morning person, to an almost frightening degree, which Alex was admittedly somewhat envious of.

"Mr. Adler!! Yoooooo hoooooo!!" Violet hysterically alerted.

"Guh..." he muttered as he buried his ears into his pillow, out of hopes it would help muffle the sound of Violet's grating voice.

"You can't hide from meeeee forever, darling! Cooooome on ouuuut!"

He then groaned as he forcefully pulled himself out of his warm bed and stumbled over to his door, quickly opening it and saying: "Fuck off, Violet."

"Whoa-!" Violet exclaimed in offence with her fingers on her chest, "that's rude, mister!"

"Cool."

"You need to be more considerate of others' feelings, sir!" She lectured with her finger wagging in the air.

"Okay."

"Wow," she gasped, "you really should be ashamed of yourse-"

"Just FUCK off! God fucking dammit, man!" He shouted as he slid back behind his door and slammed it in her face, leaving her gobsmacked.

Violet's expression remained shocked for a few seconds before a scarily sadistic smile formed on her pale face.

"Hehe, fine," she laughed, "guess I really can't toy with him anymore. Oh, well. This place is full of easy targets."

She then slowly and quietly walked away back into her own room, allowing silence to return to the early morning living quarters.

Alex then hopelessly made an attempt to slouch his body back onto the bed, which was quickly followed by further knocking and bashing against his door.

He waited a few extra seconds laying on the end of his bed with his wrist resting upon his face, as he whispered: "Fuck me," to himself.

He groaned once more, much louder this time, as he directly intended for Violet to hear him out of hopes that she would finally take a hint and leave him alone for good.

As he found the effort to pull his body away from his bed once more, he flung open his door and said: "Are you completely fucking brainde- oh, morning!" He jarringly changed his tone mid-sentence, upon realising that the person waiting at the door was not Violet, but actually Omar standing stiff with a light smile and coffee in his hand.

"Is... there a problem?" Omar asked as he shakily took a sip of his coffee.

"N-not at all!! Haha... just- had a moment there..." He awkwardly excused himself as he scratched the back of his head.

"You don't... have a problem, do you?" Omar curiously asked.

"A problem? N-n-no-!! What is it you w-wanted, anyways?" He stuttered.