hi hi this is my first time actually being a full on writer, I've mostly been a co-writer lmao
This is an story about my main oc, ex alongside her friend deo. (No they are not in love).
Ex is a local sadist, wanting to squeeze anyone in her gr...
It's been literal AGES since I've seen Ex, im bored and im lonely at the moment with nothing else to do. So uh.. why not visit you know? The solution to my loneliness! But not forever sadly, wish it was.. just hope she isn't busy with her killing when i arrived. I don't even understand how you can come close to the idea of killing! Who would want to smell the scent of.. a dead corpse.. it would seem absolutely disgusting! Atleast in my eyes. Even though I know Ex would not agree on that, she'd probably call the smell.. uh.. heavenly possibly.. I cannot even imagine something like that smelling heavenly. But it's not my business either way.
NARRATOR Building finally arrived at the apartment complex where Deo and Ex resided, They took the lift to the second floor because they are lazy and knocked on the door of Deo and Ex's apartment. Though they where not greeted by Ex.. But Deo with a bowl of cereal in his hand. He looked at building blankly before giving a small greeting and letting them inside.
2________{+*~Deo POV~*+}________2
'They're here, great.' It was the only thing coming to mind when they entered, I don't have a good relationship with building, but not too bad either, we just talked here and there about general stuff like, "How are you doing?" Or, "How's Ex?" Normal stuff. I closed the door behind them and walked over to the couch, sitting on it tiresome. I reached out for the remote and turned on the large TV in front of me, it slowly booted up and it revealed all the channels, the first one being seen was one of those teleshopping things... For some reason they always captured me in a trance if I looked at it too long, it sucked as if it was made for making you a brainless zombie and buying all their stuff. I switched channels before I got to something interesting, National Geographic, I know. Im cringe, but I genuinely like watching the animals being documented for some reason.
Building had set their jacket on a chair at the table and puffed down beside me, the overwhelming perfume of Dior coming over me. I forgot how much building likes suffocating themselves with the most strongest perfumes possible. I forced back a scowl, scooting away by a bit to hopefully make the fumes less, but it didn't work all that much sadly. 'I swear, that perfume is going to last weeks in this small ass apartment.' I complained in my head, adverting my attention back to the TV to get my mind off of things until they had the nerve to speak.
"So, where's Ex?" They questioned calmly, turning their head from the TV to look down at him.
'Don't look at me like that you obese whale.' I forced my tongue to refrain from saying that and answered back passive-aggressively. "Out."
"Helpful.." Building commented, letting out a slight scoff as they adverted their gaze back to the TV, watching with me.
I wanted to sigh in annoyance but that would mean inhaling more of that awfully strong perfume, so I stayed put. Just as I was about to eat another mouthful of cereal, the door burst open with Ex standing there with a big smile. 'Speaking of the devil.' He looked up from his cereal, he saw Building lightening up with warmth at Ex. Of course.
"Oh, Ex! Dear it's been so long..!" Building stood up and walked towards the smaller female to hug her tightly, which Ex happily returned. 'Such a manipulative bitch...' He looked at Ex with slightly narrowed eyes. Ex was his best friend, sure he loved her as one but one thing he did hate was how she could change from one mood to another. It's quite annoying, even if your used to it. Sometimes I just have to refrain from snapping at her, as I know I could just lose my live then and there. She's scary, and I don't like it. 'At least she doesn't make me do all her dirty stuff for her, it would suck to be handled as a servant to her, because that's just how she is. She doesn't care about anyone else but herself.' Deo actually found out Ex was a murderer when they were just twelve, when she just started with everything. He didn't know why e stayed with her.. Actually, he did. He's a softie, that's just it. He can't bear being away from her. Without her, he'd be nothing for sure.
1________{+*~{ EX'S P.O.V }~*+}__________1
I was comfortably buried deep into the arms of what I always thought would be the closest thing I had of a mother. I didn't want to pull away, and neither did they seem to too. I held them tightly before I started to feel my chest give a complaint because it was too tightly pressed and I let loose, giving a small step back as I couldn't stop myself from smiling.
"How have you been, Ma?" I always called them ma, I don't know why, It just felt good to call them that.
I could see their eyes lightening with delight as I questioned them. "Out and about, you know me." They responded warmly, gently reaching out to cup the side of my face. I know I'm ridiculous for acting so soft, but I couldn't refrain from the person who mostly raised me.
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I felt the tears run down my face like it was a whole waterfall, sitting at the side of the pavement as I let out small sobs, frantically trying to wipe my tears as i felt the presence of another person beside me, sitting down next to me and pulling an arm over my shoulder, It's Xavier, my brother. He's three years older than me, we've never been really that close but this is a time of danger. Our parents had just kicked us out for no reason, at least not for a reason that would be reasonable enough to kick us out and abandon us.
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I couldn't stop sobbing and leaning against my brother for support, which he offered. I suddenly perked up as I heard the gentle voice of another object, slowly raising my hands from my face, it was a bit puffy due to all the tears. I saw them, Building. A concerned look on their face as they looked down at us.
