💞~TWIDDLEFINGER~💞

Chapter 1

I twist my key in the ignition, step on the breaks, shift into drive and floor it. I don't care about speed limits, I'm blinded by every emotion one could feel, even ломка. I drive over curb in my fit of desperation. I run over a huge bump, looking back in the mirror and seeing Rich Nugget splayed on the asphalt, not like I care though, he was a prick anyways. I ram into the mailbox at Nugget's house, slamming on the breaks. I get out of my car and knock on the door. Nugget opens the door "Hey, come inside, we've got a lot to talk abou- my mailbox! And is that chicken on your tires?," he screams. "If you don't shut it I'll tell the cops about your little 'operation'," I threaten, "and the chicken is just Rich Nugget." This seems to calm him down quickly. "Don't be so loud about it," he says as he brings me inside. "Since when did you know English?," I ask him. "Dude that's racist, of course I speak English, all Nuggets do, we just have special phrases," he responds sounding offended. "Ok chill, chill, so what was the last you saw of Nug?," I ask, sitting on one of his three comically small beds. He sits on the other as he says, "ever since I posted that insta story, seriously haven't seen him since." The look on his face screams depression, I can tell he's worried, and then he screams. "I just miss him so much," he shouts through tears that I didn't even notice were there. "Calm down, it's been one day, I'm sure we'll find nugget," I reassure. "Wait, haven't you tried checking snapmap yet?," I ask him. "Nah, I was too high to think of that," he chokes out through tears. I open up Snapchat and look at his location. "He's at Denny's right now," I say. Man, never new Nug was a theater kid. "And he just posted a story," I say, jumping on the beds over to Nugget. I show him the story. "Gegagedegegagadego," is all he says, showing an image of his pancakes. "Man that's kinda trashy of him to say it like that, but at least we know where he is and why he's leaving," I mumble to Nugget. "So like do we go to Denny's?," Nugget asks, his tears finally dying down. "Yeah sure, maybe we can find him," I responds, "Follow me." We hop in my car, and I repeat the process of getting here, making sure to run over Rich Nugget again. We pass by a couple familiar faces on the way, Huggy Wuggy is sitting on the streets, begging for money. Every since I fired him he's been in such a bad place, it's hard for a felon like him to get a job. Kissy Missy ringing the Salvation Army bell. Jax with yet another girl. Pomni working at Starbucks. BanBan and BanBaleena at the park. God I wish I had what they had... oh my god wait is that the Denny's? "LOOK AT THE ROAD DUMBASS," I hear Nugget shout before I crash into the Denny's. "Sorry dude, I got a little distracted," I saw getting out of the car. "Don't tell me you're on heroin right now," he mutters while scowling at me. "I told you I'm off that stuff, you should know since I've been experiencing withdrawals," I respond angrily. We walk into the Denny's only to be greeted by no Nug. We run up to the cash register. "Do you know where that chicken nugget went?," I ask her worried. "I'm calling the police, you just crashed your car into our building," she responds horrified. "But it's in the name of love!," Nugget shouts. "Well if it's in the name of love, then," she says, before giving us a thumbs up. "He went towards the church," she finishes. "Thank you," I say, before slamming her face into the counter. As I drive away, all I see behind us is her giving us a thumbs up. This floods my veins with determination and I floor it to the church. When we get there I take the time to carefully parallel park. We both slowly and quietly open the doors. I politely walk up to the priest. "Have you seen a chicken nugget in a cowboy hat?," I ask him. "Yes, he was just in asking where the nearest homeless shelter was, why do you ask?," he responds in a frail voice. "We're looking for him, thank you so much," Nugget says, before I push the priest over, with the sound of a million bones cracking. His mangled hand forms a thumbs up as we leave. I once again floor it to the homeless shelter. Right as we get there, a booming voice shouts, "Homer smash homeless shelter." Before I can react I watch as a giant yellow hand crashes down on it. Just as fast as it happens the hand disappears and silence encompasses the landscape. Me and Nugget rush out of the car. In the pile of rubble a brown spot sticks out. "Is that... Nug?," we both say, as we run through the destruction to reach it. Every ounce of happiness leaks out of me like somebody pulled the cork out of a bottle. It's only half of a Nugget. "We were too late...," Nugget mumbles before breaking down crying. I try and comfort him but I can't help but cry too. Our cries our the only noise in the utter silence of the night that has fallen in the time we've spent today. No solace for our pain as we are confronted with the harsh night, alone and afraid.