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ANGST AND SCARY MOVIES

      When Saturday came around, Arthur was greeted by a stranger when Alfred's door opened. Because no one knew Matthew fucking Williams.

      "Excuse me... I'm here to see..." Arthur hesitated. Was it like the movie It where if you said it bad things would happen? (only this time the word it would be replaced with Alfred) Deciding that the theory was ridiculous, he said, "Alfred... I'm here to see Alfred." 

     The stranger smiled kindly, "He's upstairs... scared.. to death... please get him out of his pillow fort."

       This would distort Arthur's view of Alfred forever. Just kidding, Alfred was still terrifying. But just imagining the American huddled up in a pillow fort was somewhat cute... and weird... and so unlike Alfred. The Canadian at the door shot you The Office look. It was so like Alfred, but Arthur didn't know that. Nor do you... (*SPOOPY GHOST NOISES*) The Canadian stepped aside, allowing Arthur to enter the house that he expected to be filled with corpses. When he spotted none, he allowed himself upstairs. Just as he started to wonder Which r-, Matthew yelled up, "Second one on the left."

     "Thanks!" Arthur called down. And you're creepy he added mentally. He went to open the door, finding it locked with a sign on the outside that read: DO NOT ENTER IF YOURE A GHOST OR A DEMON OR FROM A SCARY MOVIE! I HAVE AN AXE... A PICK AXE... A PLASTIC PICK AXE!

     Arthur blinked a bit before knocking.

     "WHO IS IT?! ARE YOU A DEMON?!"

     Arthur blinked more. Was it Alfred? Yep, it was definitely Alfred. Southern drawl and all. Deciding to have fun, he said, "Yup... I'm a demon and I come from hell to let you personally know..." he racked his brain for something, "You'll be seeing me soon because you didn't return that library book in 2008."

     A loud, very audible gasp was heard. "HOW DID YOU KNOW?!"

      Arthur didn't know. In fact, he was surprised that Alfred did not return a library book... but he was a bad boy and all bad boyness needs to start at age eight. Five if you're a real bad boy. Arthur chuckled, "I'm a demon, we know these things."

      The door swung open, revealing Alfred holding bat wrapped in wire. Arthur didn't even ask. A heartbroken look crossed the American's face, making it almost seem like he didn't put seven people in the hospital. Making it seem like one of those boys wasn't Arthur's brother. Making it seem like he wasn't expelled Junior year. But all memories of Arthur's brother in his hospital bed came back, and suddenly, the boy standing before him was still a monster.

     "I thought you were really a demon... why did you do that to me?" Alfred asked. Arthur shrugged, causing Alfred to laugh. The Brit jumped a little. "Come on, it's already on.. and I'm terrified." 

      The information amused Arthur. Both sat in front of the small TV in Alfred's room, playing The Ring. By the end, Alfred was asleep and whimpering. Arthur was so close to falling asleep, but Alfred's whimpering and shifting kept him up. That dolt! Why does he watch scary movies if he's just going to get scared?! he thought angrily.

     "Arthur..." Alfred murmured. At first Arthur thought Alfred was asleep, but then his head shot up and he began blubbering, "That girl...!"

      "Samara..."

     "Yeah her! She attacked me in my sleep and threw me in a well and watched and laughed!"

    Arthur rolled his eyes. "Whatever..." although... he was patting his back. "Hey Alfred... I want to ask you something.... Why did you beat up those seven boys?"

     Alfred sat up quickly, narrowing his eyes, "Why do you wanna know?"

Arthur glared at him, "Because my brother nearly died!"

     Alfred sighed, "I don't have a good reason."

    "I want an explanation!"

      "Fine! It's because... because... they were making fun of my brother and I fucking hate people who make fun of my twin because he's not invisible and they can't pick on him like that!"

     Arthur stared at him. What. "What?"

      Alfred nodded a bit, "Yes. That is you reason."

     "That is not a good reason."

     Alfred shrugged, smiling a bit. "You got mad because I beat up your brother, how can I not get mad about your brother picking on mine?" BUUUURN ARTIE BUUURN

      Artie opened his mouth to argue, but shut it. (Good decision, Alfred's not as much as an idiot as he may seem like!) "I guess that's fair... but just so you know, I'm scared of you."

     He swore he saw sadness in Alfred's eyes as he said, "Yeah, a lot of people are."