⚠️|Truly, Deeply, Madly

(2) DARLING. (2)

Lack of motivation. Last story drained me. ;-;.

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He didn't know what to expect when he woke up.

But when he did, he kept his eyes closed for at least twenty more minutes.

Eventually, he realized he couldn't fall asleep. His nose hurt. He touched it, and it hurt to the touch. Purple felt at his hoodie. It wasn't there. Had somebody changed him?

His first thought was, ew.

Purple got up, wobbling for a moment, then looked around. The room looked suited to his taste. He saw a necklace Purple used to have, but had lost later on. He wondered how whoever owned this place had gotten one like it. He shrugged off the thought, and retraced his steps. He blacked out in the car after Green started acting weird. What had happened?

Had Green hit him? That didn't seem likely. Green had never acted that way before. Purple slowly adjusted, sliding out of bed and out of the bedroom. Lay before him was a small hallway leading to a staircase, which led to the living room and kitchen. There wasn't a dining room, but barstools at the counter. Perhaps not even room.

"Hello..?" Purple called out, to no one in particular. Was he alone? Suddenly, he felt someone's arms on his waist, and he jumped, quickly pulled away. Both instinct and discomfort. It was Green.

The other seemed slightly hurt. "Are you okay? You blacked out yesterday." Green said. Purple didn't respond for a moment, then said, "Where's my phone? My clothes I was wearing? My watch?" His Apple Watch was missing too. He felt uncomfortable. "I think I'll go home after I get that." He decided.

"But... you are home."

"No, I'm not. This is your house."

"Exactly. Yours too."

"...what?"

They stared at each other. Then Green laughed. "Are you stupid? You are home." He said again. Purple stared at him. "I'm... dreaming." It seemed realistic. He smiled and sighed, shook his head. Of course he was dreaming. What did he expect? He turned away, and at that moment he felt a pinch in his arm. He jumped again.

"Ow! Hey!" He yelled. Green smiled. "I don't think you're dreaming, darling."

Darling.

What the hell?

Maybe Purple was schizophrenic.

"Don't do that." He glared at Green, then turned away again, towards the front door. "I'll come back for my stuff." He said, turned to open the door after unlocking it. It wouldn't open. He tilted his head, looked up. It was sealed shut with a lock connected to the frame and door. Needed a key. Odd.

"Can I have the key?" Purple pointed to the lock. Green smiled and shook his head.

Instead of responding, Purple looked around. The windows were sealed shut. Many of the doors in the house were also locked, including the back door and even the balcony door.

Now, Purple was worried. What the hell was happening?

"Give me a key, Green. This isn't a funny joke." He said, looking up at the other. Green only stuffed his hands in his jean pockets and shook his head again.

"I can't do that, darling."

"Are you going deaf? I told you not to say that."

"Well, I can say what I want. And do what I want."

"No, you can't. What the hell's going on with you? Why are you acting so weird? Let me out." Purple kept a steady glare. He wasn't scared. He was angry, frustrated, uncomfortable and a little creeped. But more frustrated and angry than anything else.

Green only kept his smile, which looked more bitter by the second.

"You are home, Purple. And you'll stay here, for a while."