𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗪𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲

And Then There Were, One ⁰¹

one, devils lurking

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Where the hell did you put your damn picture??

You were looking left and right, up and down, for the damn thing. That damned, precious thing. If you didn't find it soon, you'd start bawling. Your patience was wearing thin. It was in none of the usual places and you were beginning to feel your heart sink.

How do you even lose something like that? You'd usually keep it in the same place,... unless you count that one time you were getting stuff renovated and wanted to make sure it was kept safe.

It wasn't even on your bed, where you sometimes let it stay while you slept.

You were about to throw a damn tantrum at your big ol' age when your phone rang, the sound echoing through your big house. You huff, storm around, and grab it from where it sits on your table in one of the few living spaces in your home.

You swipe accept and press the device to your ear. "Hello?"

You sat in a recliner as you talked to your best friend. He always knew how to calm you down, even in your darkest moments. You ranted about how you've been searching for your picture for the better part of the day and you still have no clue where it was. You're pretty sure you talked his ear off at this point, but you couldn't help it.

"Well, idiot, no wonder you have no clue. Your house is massive, I could get lost and never be found in that place," He comments, which only provokes your frown to deepen.

"Not helping, Jean," You snap to which he quickly retracts.

"Alright, alright, calm down, how bout this? I'll come over later to help look for it and in return, you can help me study for this damn presentation I have to present at work tomorrow. Deal?" He offers, making you relax a bit at the thought.

"Deal," You agree, absentmindedly staring at a suspicious red stain on your carpet. You really need to have that cleaned.

"Oh, and I'm bringing alcohol, so better get prepared," He quickly adds as if he doesn't know you'd try to tell him no.

"Jean, seriously? You're coming over to study and you're tryna get drunk??"

"Not drunk," He snips. "Tipsy."

"Right," You drawl.

"Well, it's either that or forcing you to go out. Maybe get laid. This is the alternative, so no complaining or I will force you to a club," Jean silences you.

He knows how you feel about these sorts of things, but he claims it's not healthy to be this young and sad. Whatever, you think it fits just fine, considering the generation you grew up in.

"Alright," You say with attitude and wave your hand around as if he can see you.

"Good," He says and you can practically see the look on his face, making you want to roll your eyes. "Be there in an hour." With that, he hangs up and you sigh as you lean against your chair.

Something creeps up your spine in a weird tingling sensation and you get the shivers. You ignore it and you figure you can let yourself wait an hour to continue your search, so in the meantime, you'll take a quick shower and go upstairs.

The exterior of your house is a bit creepy, but you made it your mission to create something cozy and relaxing on the interior. While outside it looks old and your yard could use some work, the inside has this warm, welcoming feel to it.