Chapter 14 : A voice.

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Hey guysssss.

Sorry about the last chapter. It was short wasn't it? Yah it was.....well that's all I have to say.

Onto chapter 16!!!!!

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Micky's POV

It's been a few days after Christmas and if had been losing my appetite for some reason. It's now lunchtime and we are just chilling here in our house wait no....apartment. I was eating a tub of ice cream and watching videos or socializing on my laptop while Timm was doing the same. We were actually even chatting to ourselves.

You're fucking useless.

"What?" I put my laptop and ice cram down.

You heard me. You're fucking USELESS.

"Who are you?"

I'm you.

"What do you mean?"

I. Am. You.

"Micky?" I was suddenly snapped out of my thoughts.

"Huuuu???"

"I was talking to you, asking you if you want pizza for dinner."

"Umm...sure."

"What were you thinking about?"

"Nothing."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

"Tell me."

"No."

"Tell meee!!!" He may be very sweet but he can be so annoying sometimes.

"No. I don't want to talk about it."

Yah. That's it. You're just a fucking coward.

"I'm not a fucking coward!!!"

"What?"

"Oh fuck."

"What's going on? You acting weird. You have been mumbling words and now, you just shout at me for no fucking reason! That's obviously something!"

"It's nothing. Just drop it."

"Come on. I want to help you."

"No. Drop it."

We're fucked.

"Shut up."

You shut up.

"Thanks Santa. You give me a fucking second mind for Christmas." I mumble I myself. Luckily for me, it wasn't loud enough for him to hear.

"What's going on?" Timm says. I cup his face and stare right into his bright shining eyes which were filled with worry.

"Please. Just drop it. I'm fine."

"....Fine." He says and rests his forehead on mine. "Just tell me when you're ready."

"Okay." I say and walk away.

Way to fix things up.

Shut the fuck up.

No way. You're all alone and I can finally talk to you.

Fuck you. You're such a bitch.

I know. That's why I'm here, slut.

So now there's the pet names?

Sure. Why not?

I enter my room and look at my reflection in my mirror.

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