Druggies Cant Die (boyxboy)

Hidden Identities

!Note!: Yahoe! An update! Read the a/n at the end for other stuffs ;p

If I were to ask myself how I got here, and truly mean it, I would answer the same thing every single time:

"You're here because you're just an idiot who cant let things go."

I believe it.

Something like this happened a long time ago when I was a child.

I had lost my pet goldfish, and I just didn't want to expect the fact that he was dead. So I went to my local library, and Googled how to bring fish back life on the open computers.

All that I ended up doing was slicing him in half with the wire hanger that was meant to shock the life back into him with an outlet on a wall.

Even after something so seemingly un-traumatic, I still had the same confidence years later.

And now here I was, in Hell looking for my dead best friend. All because I just couldn't expect the fact that he had died. Had I gotten here successfully? Yes. Had I learned a few things on my journey so far? Absolutely. Do I hate myself for coming here in the first place? Oh boy, you have no idea!

As much as I love Nick, and I never wanted anything bad to happen to him, I wasn't even sure anymore if saving him were an option.

Especially not now.

1: I didn't know where I was, because I was currently blindfolded and chained to a chair I think.

2: Raven and I just had the biggest argument ever, and I slapped him across the fucking face.

And 3: We didn't really like each other anyway, so there was no reason for him to come and save me.

Oddly, I was okay if he didn't. Sadly enough, I did this to myself. So if I died, so be it.

I know that normally I would be trying everything that I could to escape my kidnaper, but my body already felt limp with the realization that I would probably never see Nick again, and my emotions were still recovering from the harsh blow that are Raven's cold words.

I wasn't going to get out of here, so I wasn't even going to try.

If I'm going to rot away or whatever, might as well get started now. I have always liked the idea of watching a body decay. Well, as long as it was mine of course. I'm not a cannibal. Said no one ever.

My body jumped with sparking nerves the moment I heard a loud creak of a metallic door slam against a wall.

Loud footsteps followed after, and in a matter of seconds I felt someone standing in front of me. Their breathe was hot, and way too close to my chest. The way that they were breathing reminded me of a lawn mower that was having trouble shutting off. He had a sort of grumble in his tone. Like maybe he constantly had a scratchy throat. I didn't know who this person- or thing was, but they were already making me unbearably uncomfortable and I haven't even been here for that long.

"U-um...hi." Great. This was turning into my first arrival in Hell all over again. Although for some reason, (Who knows why), I didn't feel as "safe" as I did when Raven and I were back in Abdiel's mansion.

God dammit. And there I go again. Thinking about that fuck stain that almost made me show emotions. If I ever did see him again, I will have to keep a mental note that I brought holy water in my backpack-

Wait...where the hell is my backpack?!

A gruff moan sounded from above me, and suddenly I was being hoisted from my chair, the chains slipping from around my arms. The heavy metal clattered to the floor, and the giant (I'm assuming...man?) began to trot along like this was some Sunday stroll. My squirming would have been in vain however, because they had also tied my fucking wrists with rope.