DoomPet

Chapter 59

When the Slayer woke up the next day around midday, Crüe, Daisy, and her kids were gone. He had basically collapsed into bed as soon as he got home and now he sat alone, his head swimming with the memories of his nightmares.

Fuck.

The stupid commander should have just kept his mouth shut. He should have shut up and if he had an issue he could have come to the Slayer much later and talked. He groaned and rubbed his face, he then realized his hands were covered in red paint and some had smeared on the bed sheets.

The Slayer hurried into his bathroom and immediately showered, getting the red off his body. He then cleaned the sheets and fixed little things like door knobs that he had coated in paint.

He wasn't sure where Crüe and Daisy were but he missed him so much. He wanted to call but he realized the demon didn't even have a phone, so he made a mental note to get Crüe a phone too.

He sat on the side of the bed, his wet towel barely wrapped around his waist. He stared off into space not feeling up to anything. He wanted to cry and scream.

The sound of his apartment door opening snapped him back to the present and made him stand and hurry out, "Crüe, Daisy?"

It wasn't either of them it was Samuel, peeking through the open door, "Hey are you feeling better?" He seemed sympathetic. "Oh, if you need to change, I can wait."

"Where did Crüe and Daisy go?" He clutched the towel around him tighter. "You can come in."

He happily stepped through the door and examined the man from a distance, "Daisy got upset about everything that happened, I think she was worried that ARC was going to arrest you, so she tried biting a hole through the door. Crüe was worried about her, so they went to my apartment then took a walk around the nearby lake." Samuel pointed at the chunk missing out of the door and the Slayer wondered how he didn't notice it earlier.

A wave of dizzying relief hit him and he wasn't sure why, "Ah good." He sat down on the couch and realized that Samuel's recliner was no longer there. "Hey." He pointed.

"Daisy shredded it to pieces." Samuel cut the man off before he could respond, "ARC was pissed at what you did." Samuel sat down on the couch, beside the man. The Slayer looked bad, like eyes sunken in, a frown plastered on his face, and just a look that could suck every drop of energy out of a room. It looked like he had been through hell. "I mean why did you even attack him like that? That was brutal!"

"In my universe... I punched my commander when he told me to shoot up a bunch of non-combatants... that's how I got sent to Phobos. They arrested me, put me in jail for a week, the hopeless feeling of just sitting there waiting to be shipped off... I lost everything I ever loved." the man had to pause and calm himself before continuing, "That's how I became the DoomSlayer. My punishment of working on a boring station turned into fighting on the front lines against hell. When that idiot got in my face I felt all those feelings again and it just happened..." He sat back against the couch sort of staring off, deep in his own memories. "He should have kept his mouth shut; I didn't do anything wrong."

"Spraying paint in his mouth and eyes was too much, Slayer. That crossed a line." Samuel looked down at the man, feeling awful. He looked defeated and depressed, this situation had trapped him in a mini hell of his own. The robot sympathized with the man, but Christ...

"I'm not going to jail, right?" The Slayer rubbed at his head with a spare hand.

"No, don't worry about things like that," Samuel laughed, hoping to cheer him up, "You probably should have shut your camera off ahead of time."

He looked up, eyes bulging out of his skull, "Oh my god they never shut the camera off?" He felt sick, he probably looked like a monster.

He felt like a monster.