𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀,, hobie brown.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈.

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The pictures I got yesterday weren't enough, obviously. I got a picture of a random watch and a portal, had an interaction with a girl who appeared from the portal and that was that. Sadly those pictures aren't incriminating nor shocking. I'm pretty sure if I brought these forward they would laugh in my face and turn me away.

I needed to get real dirty stuff, whatever that stuff was.

It was shortly after eight in the morning, I was sitting cross legged on my bed, my phone unlocked and open with the video on pause in my hands; I kept replaying the first ten seconds of it to try and see if it was fake, but it wasn't. Even though I got it caught on camera, I plan to continue this search. I couldn't give up. Almost getting caught yesterday scared me, but not as much as seeing that pregnant lady appear out of the portal asking for Hobie specifically.

There was a knock on my door, instantly making me jump with nerves. Part of me was still on alert that Hobie would catch me on what I did yesterday, but then again I have always been on alert when it came to him.

"Who is it?" I say while quickly locking my door and shoving my phone under my pillow case, jumping out of bed and standing around the corner of the door.

"Miles and Crass." The quiet voice answered, catching me completely off guard.

Miles and Crass?

I jog over to the door in my red pants and grey t-shirt, unlocking and opening it up. The two were standing there leaning against both sides of the door, Miles had his medical kit, a piece of chocolate in his mouth.

Immediately I remember I still had stitches on the back of my head and he was supposed to come and take them out sometime, but I had no clue why Crass was there. The two stood in the door, waiting for me to let them in.

I step to the side, inviting them in.

The two walked in, my foot coming into contact with the bottom of the door to shut it after Crass walked further into my room and went over to my bed. By the time I turned around Miles was already placing his bag on the table and unzipping the kit, Crass lounging on his elbows as he flicked on the television. I silently stepped over to the table and sat in the chair.

"This gonna hurt?" I murmur, crossing my legs on the chair.

"Nah." He says shortly, I always forget he doesn't talk much. His answers were always short and never sounded comforting at all.

He takes out a medical wipe from the package and brings it to the now healed wound, rubbing it gently to disinfect the area. I stayed frozen on the chair, glancing over at Crass who flicked through the channels before settling on Bob's Burgers. Miles was very gentle in his movements, but also very silent.