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RW #5 - Demons and Angels [NTB]

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(BLAZA POV)

That night

I woke up to the sound of shuffling in the other room.

I sat up on my bed and looked into the darkness. I thought I saw a flash of yellow before it disappeared. I quickly stood up and peeked out of my room.

The hallway was very dark. Nothing illuminated it besides the glow of the moonlight through the window at the end of the hall. I heard some kind of whimpering noise, coming from the living room.

I quietly crept down the hall, making sure to keep silent. The darkness kind of gave me the creeps, even though this is my own house. I shivered.

Reaching the end of the hall, I carefully peeked around the corner to peer into the living room. I had to stop myself from gasping in surprise.

Sitting on the couch was a creature only thought to exist in legend. A nephalem. He was curled up there, hands in his knees, his wings curled around him, as well as his tentacles. He seemed to be... Crying.

I slowly stepped into the room, trying to be quiet, but the darn floorboard creaked. The nephalem quickly turned around and saw me. He stood up and started to back away. I noticed for the first time he was wearing the same orange spacesuit and rainbow socks as Socks did.

"Blaza, don't freak out," he said. He sounded a lot like Socks, too. "It's me."

"Socks?" I questioned.

"Yes, now be quiet!" Socks replied in a hushed tone, "You weren't supposed to see me like this."

"WELL, NO DUH!" I whisper-shouted, "YOU'RE A FREAKING NEPHALEM!"

"You know about nephalems?" Socks asked, "How? I thought they were only in the Chronic galaxy..."

"I mean, it's just a legend," I replied, "I never thought they were real."

"You have no idea," Socks muttered, just loud enough to where I could hear.

We stood there in silence for a moment before I finally spoke.

"I heard you crying," I said, "Are you okay?"

Socks sighed. "Does it look like I'm okay? I murdered Tbh, almost murdered Ally, and almost got you killed by Ally. No, I'm not okay."

"Do you want me to stay in here with you?" I asked.

"... Sure."

I walked over to the couch and we both sat down next to each other. Socks continued looking down at the ground, unspeaking. I sat there staring at him, thinking about what to say.

"Wanna... Watch a movie or something?" I asked.

"What's a movie?" Socks asked.

"You're about to find out!" I exclaimed. I grabbed the remote from the coffee table and turned on Netflix. I scrolled through the options before I found one Socks would like - "Interstellar." (Not just because the author couldn't think of anything else that Socks would like that wasn't Shrek). I pressed play and sat back. Socks stared at the screen curiously. He probably didn't have this back on Xero.

About thirty minutes into the movie, I spoke up.

"This movie get anything right about space?" I asked.

"I mean, they got it according to Earth standards," Socks said, "But Chronian standards are different, so who am I to judge?"

I smiled. He really reminded me of... Someone I once knew.