Depression And Anger Management (Tordnight + EmmaTom)

Chapter One

(Emma's POV)

     I pulled my car into the driveway of a small bar. Walking through the doors, I took a seat at the bar, and ordered a beer. Nothing fancy, just beer. I've frequented this bar many times in the past week, since my parents... Passed. As the beer was delivered to me, I picked it up and began to chug. A man wearing a blue hoodie came, and sat next to me. A beer was immediately brought to him. Guess he's here a lot, too. His black eyes caught sight of me, and he stared. "Damn, gurl. Calm down." I slammed the empty beer bottle onto the counter, as the bartender left, coming back with another two for both of us. "No." He smirked. "Wanna see who can drink more?" I shrugged.

"Why not, I guess."

(Tord's POV)

     I was at the indoor shooting range with a few guns of mine, and showed the man at the front desk a certificate of rightful ownership so he could let me in. I noticed the door open again and glanced in that direction. A strange sight greeted my eyes as I stared. A girl with light blue hair, blue eyes behind black glasses, and a black pair of soft looking ears with a tail of the same quality walked in, giving a salute to the guy at the desk, then walking towards the range. It was then that I noticed the two guns strapped to her navy blue shorts. She adjusted the guns, and glanced in my direction. She gave a smirk as if she was challenging me. I nodded, and pulled my pistol from my hoodie's pocket.

~Time skip~

(Tom's POV)

     I blinked open my eyes, a sudden pounding headache being my first thought. I was laying on the couch of my apartment, Markiplier playing Tattletail blaring on the TV. I ran a hand through my hair, and glanced around the room. Laying-oddly enough- UNDER the coffee table, was a stranger. Short, black hair, elfish ears and a black hoodie. Everything came back. We had a drinking competition, got drunk, and stumbled to my place. And watched Mark play Tattletail, for some reason. I noticed her phone next to her. Must have slipped from her pocket or something. I picked it up, turning it on. Wow, smart. I sarcastically thought, noticing that she didn't have a lock on her phone. I searched her contacts. No parents, but there was one that seemed important. MidnightChildFriend. Not that I know what it is, but I guess, I'll call. While I attempted to wake the stranger, her phone rang, a few times, then was answered.

"Whaddup, bitch?"

(Midnight's POV)

     I got a call from Emma at two AM. Wait... Two AM?!? I looked over to the stranger. "Listen. I have no idea who you are but do you realize it's two in the morning and that we've been fighting over gun accuracy without talking for four hours?" He tilted his head to the side, then checked his phone. "Holy shit!" He exclaimed in a thick Norwegian accent. I liked his voice, honestly. We both stared into each other's eyes, serious expressions showing through. His bottom lip quivered, as did mine, as we burst out laughing. I shushed us both as I answered my phone, trying to hold back my laughter. I giggled, then lifted my phone to my ear. "Waddup, bitch?" I tried to keep a straight face as the devil-haired Norski laughed in the background. I had just realized this, and kept staring at his caramel colored hair. "Tch.. Devil child..." I giggled.An unknown voice came from the phone. "Uhh... Hi?" I jumped at the strange voice. "Who the hell are you? Why do you have my friend's phone? Why did you call me of all people? And why at two AM?" I bombarded the stranger with questions.

     "I think your friend and I got drunk." I groaned in annoyance. "Ugh.. Again? She needs to work on her drinking problem." The man chuckled, as Emma's voice came through on the phone. "And you need to work on your anger management, bruh." I sighed. "So... I'm guessing you want me to pick her up then?" I picked up my guns, placing them back in my shorts. "Yup." I glanced down at my tail. "Send me your address. I'll be there soon." And hung up. "So... Stranger, I should probs be going." He stared me in the eyes. "It's Tord,not stranger." I laughed quietly. "Okay, Tord not stranger. Maybe I'll see you here sometime." As I began to leave, Tord ran up to my side. "Can I come with you? I have nothing to do. And that voice through the phone seemed familiar." I hesitated, then nodded. Not like he could hurt me. I've got firepower and fisticuffs. As I took off my hoodie, a twix fell out. "Guess I've still got a few Twix up my sleeve. And by the way, the name's Midnight." He nodded, reading my shirt. I immediately checked what shirt I was wearing, and then laughed. It read, Time is never wasted when you're wasted all the time.