A dealer in the backrooms

Chapter 3

The creature shook its shoulders like it was laughing, except no sound came out of it. Brandon stood there in awe, wondering what the hell was happening. The humanoid being took a step back and sat with a "thump" on the carpet floor. The dealer, still hiding, tried to think. Althought he couldn't, he knew he had to get his stuff back, or else he wouldn't survive. So he took a deep breath, and with his eyes still bloodshot, started walking towards the creature, making sure to face it.

-Heyyyy man... How you doin'... Like the lil' spice, I see?

The being did not respond, only shooting him a blank stare before staring at the wall again. 

-Okayyyy... Ayo can I sit with you? 

Having no ears, the humanoid did nothing. Slowly, Brandon sat in front of it, taking the (glass thing you smoke with) and smiling.

-Can I name you? You seem chill and I might hang here a bit.

It looked at him, still not moving. The dealer took that as a yes.

-I'll name youuu... Walter. Like Walter White. How about that?

It stayed still.

About half an hour later, both were laughing, the creature only shaking its shoulders irregularly. The dealer, who was slowly coming down of his fogged state, thought this was a prefect time to get out of this situation, even though he was kind of having fun.

-Sorry Walter, you're really cool to get high with but I got shit to do, sooo I kind of need to leave. 

The being stared at him, and that made Brandon thought of a sad expression. He packed his bags, making sure to not move suddenly, and got up, looking down at the creature.

-I'll take my stuff and maybe see you around? 

He was about to leave when the creature raised its arm. Brandon's heart almost stopped, and he looked down again at the being, fear rising in his chest. The humanoid made a fist with its hand and waited. The dealer smiled at the cute sight, and fist-bumped Walter, waving at it as he walked away. 

He walked and walked, continuing his quest to find an exit. Thinking about what just happened. That creature could get high, so it had a brain, Brandon guessed. Maybe the nostrils helped... Why did it had only those features? Where there more like Walter? He had no way to find out, but now he knew a thing that could seem useless to others, but for a drug dealer like him, could save his life.

Walter and maybe his friends can get high.

He lousily moved, nowhere particular in mind. It had been hours, and Brandon was slowly getting tired. He had eaten two protein bars he had in his bag, leaving only two others, and drank half of a Monster, still in his hand. He sighed, and looked in the left corner of the new yellowish room. He stopped walking and hold his breath.

There was a weirdly human-like being, made of intertwined wires, in the far back. It had no appendages, only ends of cables protruding from the mass that was supposed to be its body. It had no face, only a large cathodic television on the top of its neck. 

Seeing no nose to smoke with, meaning not a possible friend, Brandon ran.

All he heard was a metallic shriek and loud distorted footsteps behind him.