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You jolted awake from loud banging on your bedroom door. Groaning, you stumble out of bed and swing open the door only to be met with your sad excuse if a father, Kenneth. Instead of an egotistical expression, he looks more worried.
In an aggressively hushed voice, "Why weren't you gonna tell me some King from a different land was taking you on a date?!" It was obvious he meant Eret, which you kinda forgot about. Whatever the fuck happened last night really had your head in a spiral.
"You were off doing whatever the fuck when I came home. Couldn't tell you." You hated talking to this douche. Why can't you just move out?
"You have my phone number, do you not?"
"No, I threw my phone into a river last time we argued." You weren't kidding, you and Kenneth fought over the phone one day so you checked your phone straight into the river. You wonder if it's still there.
It might be...
"Ugh, you're really fuckin' difficult, y'know... Just, hurry up and get ready. I have a meetin' with Jschlatt and his dumbass coworkers.." He mumbled the rest before practically stomping away.
You, in an annoyed manner, check the time. It's only 9 in the morning, so you didn't really have to rush. After getting ready and whatnot, it was around 10. You still have a few hours, so you did the best thing you could think of. Snooping around.
[Yoyo so, if you can't think of a fit, I'll keep doing these little interventions. I need the extra words, ya know. I don't have a picture this time, but you can wear a button up, hand-knitted sweater, a skirt or jeans, and leg warmers if you chose a skirt, and maybe converse or Mary Janes. Gotta make sure you can choose what to wear, you know. Anywho, you can continue.]
You snuck around the eerie mansion with the intent on finding something you can use for blackmail. Or maybe something that doesn't radiate manipulation. You walk through the twisty halls with a perfect map burned in the back of your brain. You knew where you were, and if you took a left here, you should be in your- ah, Kenneth's Office. And there it was.
A brass nameplate was screwed into the door, all capital letters: LOVEGROVE, K.. It was the name Kenneth used to sign everything. Paperwork, permission slips, checks...
You carefully place your ear on the door. No sounds, just your gentle breathing and that low sound you hear whenever it is painfully silent.
You turn the door handle, inside is as bland as you thought. It was dark, a cool light illuminating from the closed windows. Scattered papers littered the desk, floor, it was even seeping out of the trashcan. You close the door behind you and begin to dig.
Bills, taxes, secret corporate documents, nothing of interest to you. It was when you saw the safe beside the desk that you decided to go spy mode. It was one of the safes that has a combination code, but thankfully not with buttons. Crouching down, you put your ear against the cold surface and begin to fiddle with the lock.
Very soft clicks can be heard everytime you get a number right.
1.
Click.
7.
Click.
6.
Click.
6.
Click.
1766. That was the pin. You remember Kenneth telling you about a lengthy history about the companies history. It began in 1766.
You were slightly confused, knowing damn well your 'father' is smarter than that. Inside the safe is nothing but a single skeleton key chained to a necklace. You snatch it and close the safe until Lou hear loud laughing. You quickly hide in a closet that Kenneth has, it's typically full of nothing. It was for decoration after all.
While you hide, you slip the Kay around your neck and hide it under your clothes. You stand and wait.
The door opens. The loud boisterous laughter ceases as that familiar voice begins to speak.
"Jesus fucking Christ, this place looks as if a fucking tornado went through it," Jschlatt comments. His voice was so unique, in the worst ways possible. And the worse thing to add? Jschlatt was a goat hybrid. The only real reason Kenneth hadn't killed him off or anything was because Jschlatt wasn't from here. He's from up north, also where his company is.
Up north, it's highly illegal to enslave or kill a hybrid, and if Kenneth or anyone else did that, they'd get themself into some deep shit. Not to mention the face that Jschlatt and Kenneth had been friends for the longest time.
The two chat about boring corporate shit until the two finally decide to leave. The door clicks behind them, and you wait a few seconds before leaving the stuffy closet. The study was the same as before, cold, sad, and messy. You'd think it would be more neat, especially with Kenneth as a high top Businessman, but you'd be wrong.
You wait a few more seconds before peeking out the door. The backs of Kenneth and Jschlatt disappear. You quickly leave the study, going a different direction to leave.
Of course you'd end up at the entrance, quickly checking the time. It was only 12.
God fuck I hate time.
Yeah, this was a time skip. Yes I'm loosing my sanity. Lmao.
Welp, looked who showed up... A big ass limo. What is this motherfucker? A celebrity? Well- Before you could dwell in your own thoughts Eret themself stepped out of the fucking limo.
God, what a way to show off...
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I'm starting to forget how this goes lmao. Anywho, I can't tell if Dream is actually cute, or the definition of skrunkly.... Maybe just skrunkly, that makes more sense lmao
Eret - ♥️ - He thinks that your really nice, and she's really happy you didn't cancel anything.
Kenneth - 🕳️ - It's almost like you don't even know him anymore...
WORD COUNT: 1006
DATE PUBLISHED: October 4th, 2022
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