Monsters start at coffee

Places to visit, things to feel.

It was morning again. Tom woke up, not one memory from the day before. Clueless. The only remnants being pain. A lot of pain. Heavy headaches, and feeling tired, weak. He must have been drunk. That had happened before, getting too drunk to even remember. But it's the first time in a while. Well, he's not 100% out of it anyways.

Getting out of bed, it felt like he would fall, and his knees threatened to give up. But they didn't, because Tom was already used to that, grabbing onto his nightstand as if it was a question of life and death. Slowly, he stood alone in his room. It doesn't have a mirror. The man decided not to add one in as seeing his reflection every morning wasn't great. He hated it. Looking out the window, the sun was rising with all of its confidence and shine. The latter is the worst part, it made his eyes and head throb.

Not bothering to change his clothes, Tom left his bedroom, only to find nobody at the living area. Of course, they always wake up late in the morning. And he can't even judge them, because he also normally gets up from 9-10 o'clock. Today was an abnormality. Looking at the fridge, the man realized he was madly hungry. It felt like he hadn't eaten for a whole day! He made some coffee in the brand new machine and took some cereal, which was sitting in the cabinets for god knows how long. It still tasted good though. If eating made him feel worse or better, it was a mystery. Throwing up all of the food seemed tempting, but he ended up denying the thought.

Combing his hand through his hair, Tom felt something hard. He realized it was stuck when trying to take it out. To discover what the new thing he had was, the man ran to the nearest mirror, near the balcony. At least the fastest he could when everything hurt. A panicked scream came out of him before he could even take it all in - The shouting almost had an inhuman tone to it. It sentbTom's already pained body to the floor with the chock. He couldn't believe his sight. Suddenly, his memories came back (they were all very blurry). Shit. He was scared. Touching his newly grown horns, they reminded him of those from some goats. It curved inwards.

Suddenly, Tord rushed into the space,

- Tom?! - the norwegian seemed genuinely scared.

What a great position to be found. On the floor, shaking. Tord looked down in confusion:

- Are you... Okay?

- Oh yes, look at how great I am! - sarcasm seeped through his voice. He tried to sound like he always did, but something didn't match. His voice threatened to cut.

The other sighed:

- Look, if you could get up, it would do wonders.

- I can't. - Tom could, but he felt so tired that he didn't feel like standing up.

- Just collaborate Tom! I know you surely can and will stand up. -

Tom stopped, staring at his reflection and then to Tord's face:

- Why did you do this to me, Tord? Am I another of your tests?

- Tom, you need to understand it wasn't planned.

- What will you do to me after this is done, another experiment? - Tom got up. The world spun for some seconds, but it didn't matter.

- Maybe if you had paid attention, this wouldn't have happened, y'know? - Tord couldn't help but raise his voice.

The black-eyed man approached the other, just far enough to not be touching. Even though he's shorter than Tord, the horns made wonders in order to feel confident in an argument:

- You're blaming ME?? Look at yourself, commie. You're the one who started it! - 

- Well, if it helps you, the beast part is totally yours! Everything I tested it on died! - the norwegian could feel Tom's warm breaths.