Hawk's Murderous Intentions: The Prequel to Uzi's Murderous Obsessions

Part 3: The Actor

H was just going about their room, seeing what was in there, and sat down on their bed. They heard a small deflating sound. They sat up, and looked at the whoopee cushion under his bed. J chuckled slightly, and V lightly shouldered her as they both passed. N walked into the room, feeling bad for H. He looked around H's room, and grabbed the whoopee cushion. H was slightly sad, but kind of chuckled.

"That's kind of funny," H said. N looked at H confused, unsure of their current emotion.

"What do you mean?" N asked.

"Well, I got pranked. And it was pretty harmless all things considered."

"I mean, you're not wrong, but you shouldn't have to have that happen to you. Don't you think it gets annoying?" H sat silently, but then squeezed the whoopee cushion, making an elongated farting sound. N looked unamused, and snatched the whoopee cushion from H's hands. H tilted their head down in sadness, but looked around sort of trying to find something more interesting. He looked in the closet and found something of interest.

"N, look at this," H motioned N over to the closet. N moved over to the closet and looked inside.

"It's just a bunch of old costumes that don't fit Tessa anymore." N looked uninterested.

"You know what that means, right? We could wear these if they don't fit, right?"

"Only one way to find out, I guess." H went in the closet, and stayed in there for a little while.

"Alright, I'm coming out now!" N chuckled from H's remark. Before N knew it, they blew open the closet doors in a pirate costume that fit beautifully on H. They swung a small plastic sword around as if it were a real one.

"Wow, H!" N exclaimed, "You look great! It seems a bit feminine, but whatever. That's fine. Look for other costumes." H went back in, showing a knight's armor. It once again fit. Even the helmet fit. N applauded H for showing off such a cool costume. The two heard footsteps, causing H to go back into the closet, and N hid under the bed. Tessa opened the door, and went to her bed, squirming her way up onto the bed, ready for bed.

As she slept, she heard rustling in the closet. She was unsure of what it was. All she heard was the sounds of slightly cheap cloths rubbing together and plastic colliding with each other. The noise concerned her, causing her to get up, turning on her lamp. She wobbled over to the closet, trying to be as quiet as possible. She slowly opened the closet, only seeing a large glowing X from behind the clothes and costumes. Tessa stood still in fear, but as the X came closer, she nearly screamed. That was, until a small metal hand covered her mouth, preventing her from screaming.

"Hey, Tessa, it's okay. It's just me," H explained. Tessa hugged H closely, nearly crying. H comforted her, while N squirmed out from under the bed. Tessa screamed, but then H covered her mouth.

"What are you two doing in my room?!" Tessa exclaimed, without being two loud.

"Well, these costumes were things you didn't use, so H thought about looking into them," N explained. H gave N a dirty look, but sighed.

"It was my idea, Tessa," H knelt to the ground, as if she was gonna execute them. "Please forgive me." Tessa tilted her head, unamused. But then she chuckled. That chuckle grew to a childish laughter.

"You really are a good actor, huh? You know, the place has been missing an entertainer for a while. I'll tell my parents about it in the morning." Tessa paced towards her bed. "Oh yeah, one more thing." N and H were set outisde of Tessa's door.

"What do you say? Library?" N asked H. H simply nodded. The two walked down to the dead and empty library. Aside from the shelves, everything else felt empty and incomplete. H grabbed a book from the shelf from an author named William Shakespeare. They read it to pass the time. He notices that N is asleep, and watches over the,.

From the other side of the room, J grabs a thick textbook based around psychology, and human emotion. She aims the book for N, and as the book flies towards N, the book hits a nearby pole, catching H's attention, before it hits them square in the screen. J gasps, and rushes over to H. All the commotion wakes up N, who realizes what has just happened.

"No, H, I'm so sorry," J cried. She repeated the words, "I'm sorry" over and over again. "God dammit! N, this is your fault!" She runs off crying. H sat there motionless. Their head leaned against the bookcase, and the book resting in their lap. The screen where his eyes would be has been shattered, and can barely read anything on it. H's head straightens, as they gets up, completely fine. They look around, confused.

"What happened?" H asked, "Oh well. Should probably get this screen fixed." N looks at H in shock and awe. H walked out to the drone pile, holding onto a small worker drone repair kit. As intimidating as it was, H had to. They stuck their hand in the pile, hoping to find a working screen. they pulled out a drone head with an intact screen, and gutted the screen off. they replaced his screen with the one in the pile. While it took a long time, it would be worth it. Once they finished, they rebooted. When they looked around, they felt good about it. He hopped into the window closest to the library, and showed N.

"Tada!" H exclaimed. N looked in shock.

"Y-your... eyes!" N slightly flinched. He handed H a mirror to show that their eyes were purple. H looked in shock, but then posed a bit. N looked at him unamused. H walked back to the place they were sitting, and then read the book about psychology and the human emotions.