BEHIND THESE DOORS

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Eyes POV:

I could feel my heart softly pounding in my chest, not by a lot, but just enough to make my face a little red. It was always how I felt around Screech; he was my best friend. It just felt so exhilarating to be around him, a rush of adrenaline, one we always chased, but always had.

I looked over at him as he bit his finger hard as fuck. God, I wanted that to be my neck— WHAT?! WHAT!? WHO SAID THAT!!

It kinda concerned me. I didn't like knowing that he was hurting himself, even mildly— I didn't like knowing he was in any pain at all. "Stop doing that, you're hurting yourself, idiot." My voice was laced by a slight laugh.

"No, not really. I don't really feel it." He muttered, a little smile on his face.

"Dude, why do you even bite things?"

"I dunno, I'm just a lil nibbler." I laughed a little at his words.

"Bite me instead," I held up my finger in front of his mouth.

"Haha, smooth." He said sarcastically, sticking out his tongue before biting down at my finger.

His teeth were surprisingly strong and sharp, I almost winced at it. But I let him. There was a part of me that liked it, feeling his soft lips over his harsh bite, like a rose and it's thorns. It radiated through my hand and wrist, stemming from his bite. His adorable little bite.

I laughed softly at a joke that just popped in my head. "... you're like a little puppy in it's phase where it chews up everything," I laughed a little harder. He didn't respond, he was too busy biting the shit out of me.

I liked knowing I was taking away the pain from him. Instead of him biting himself, he was biting me. It sounded toxic without context, but there was something about it that was loving... something between us.

I could sit here all day and let him bite me, not just on my finger. He was a little nibbler through and through...

And I loved it.

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Ambush POV:

Basically everyone sat on the "living room" couch— AKA the couch we stole from the hotel— all having a light conversation. Dupe was cuddled up to Jack like usual, Shadow and Glitch were lounging next to me, and Seek was sitting next to Timothy.

Rush stomped back in the room, still wet. "THOSE LITTLE FUCKS—!!" He grumble shouted, stomping into the room we shared— probably to change out of the wet stuff.

"Damn, who got his miku binder wet..." I muttered, Jack let out a loud "HA!" at my words.

"Screech and Eyes did, did you miss it?" Shadow said, his usual dry ass humor showing through. I decided to entertain it.

"Oh hell yeah I did, those little queers walked in with cow spots," I pointed to Seek, pointing out his vitiligo in the nickname. "And drenched Rush. Serves him right, he thinks he gets more kills than me."

"Shut up, you salty bitch." Timothy spoke up.

All of our eyes went wide, and Jack immediately piped up. "Whoa, whoa, there, you're 12, you don't get to say those words."

"Oh come on, you're turning on me now? I thought we were friends."

"don't blame me, you're 12 cursing like a sailor and calling Ambush a bitch."

And then an argument broke out between them. God, there was never a second in this god damn house without yelling. Sometimes these fuckers made me wanna rip off my ears.

Glitch chimed into the argument, standing up. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

"OH, YOU WANNA GO, FUCKFACE!?" Timothy stood up, yelling. Oh my god, this was about to be hilarious. Timothy sounded fucking terrific when he yelled, especially when his prepubescent 12 year old voice cracked.

"THE FUCK YES I DO."

"GUYS," Jack stood up. "STOP. THIS ISN'T LIKE EITHER OF YOU." Oh, here came the pick me bullshit.

"I'M JUST TRYNA TALK N SHIT, SAY SOMETHING, AND CAN'T GO A SECOND WITHOUT GETTING FUCKIN' YELLED AT FOR SAYING BITCH."

"SHUT YOUR SPIDER MOUTH, YOU DICK SUCKING SKIBIDI BUILT ASS BITCH."

Halt walked out onto the scene. Oh great, the nazi arrived. "FUCK IS GOING ON?!"

Shadow stood up. "SHUT UP, NAZI."

"I AM NOT A NAZI, I JUST KEEP PEACE IN THIS GOD DAMN INSUFFERABLE ASS HOTEL."

"OK, YOU ARYAN BUILT LOOKING BITCH." Shadow yelled, "I'LL RIP THAT DUMBASS VEIL OFF YOUR FACE AND PIERCE IT."

"SHUT UP, YOU FOCKIN' EMO."

I bit my cheek to not laugh, knowing I'd be pulled into the fight. Seek and I gave each other a look, like, "the fuck is going on for the thousandth time?"

We needed Jeff's incredible mediation and therapy. Like, one big group therapy. Maybe I'll set that up. I just tuned out their nonsensical shit. These motherfuckers could run a podcast together. God, I feel like Gabbie Hanna when she wrote poetry. I need to sleep, like I really need to sleep.

I just got up and walked off. I don't wanna deal with these fuckers anymore, I just wanna go smoke infirmary plants.

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Screech POV:

I don't know how long we've been up here for. Rush was long gone, and we had just been relaxing. I hate relaxing. I was relaxed when I had things to do. But Eyes likes quiet moments, so why don't I join him?

The side of his finger was still in my teeth, I couldn't taste his skin anymore— now I was just biting. I made sure to be careful, trying not to hurt him.

"We've been here for like... an hour or two." Eyes pointed out.

I pulled away from his finger for a second. "... we have. Huh."

"Huh... anyways, wanna go back down?"

"Sure, I've got nothing better to do." I said, standing up. I held my hand out to him. "Think Rush will still be mad?"

Eyes took my hand and pulled himself up. "Eh, maybe. He's the vengeful type."

We began stride in silence. I made sure to be slow on the slanted part of the roof, terrified of slipping. The leap of faith was x10 worse than before, from slippery to solid. But I made the jump.

The adrenaline rushed through me for a split second, making my feet weightless as I leap, before making a landing on the statue. I almost slipped. Eyes jumped after me, doing it flawlessly as usual. I loved just watching him doing badass things. I made sure to grab his hand. His hand was cold in mine, just like it had always been. I was like an oven to him.

I let go and began to climb down, my grip tight, hoping not to slip. My feet felt the grass beneath me; I had made it down. Eyes climbed after me— and in a blurb of fast movements, he fell. Before I could even register what had happened, he was backing towards me, and the instincts kicked in.

I grabbed his hips, his back was pressed against my chest.

I internally screamed.

"Dude, you ok?"

Eyes was clearly a little shook up, stuttering a bit when he responded. "I-I'm good—"

"Good." I let go. I was about to grab his hand, but I hesitated. I smiled at him as we began to make our way back.

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(A/N: Thank you for reading up til chapter 3! I know right now it's mainly focused on Screech x Eyes, but you'll get some Seek x Figure action soon, I promise ;). Hope you enjoyed, and continue to!)