There's A Portal to Hell in my Sock Drawer (BoyxBoy)

Nyx & Firi

What the fuck!?

Black swirls of purples and reds and blacks blended together, encasing the entire Drawer by the minute. It seemed like a never ending fall if I were to jump in.

I felt nausea begin to overwhelm me. I didn't understand. What was this!? And why was it here!? And why me of all people!?

I was freaking out. This shouldn't even be possible. Whatever this was.

A Portal? It looked like it. Something that you would see out of a comic book, or a movie.

But this isn't a comic, or a movie, so it shouldn't even exist.

Besides, I was some worthless background character. So why was this in my house!?

"The Main Character is gone! Left! Your in the wrong place, Portal to Neverland!," I shouted, pointing an accusing finger towards it and backing up at the same time, weary with fear.

"Did you hear that, Nyx? I think we scared him!"

"Huh? What are you talking about? All I smell are pancakes..."

"Were you even paying attention just now?"

"Let's go, Firi! Lunch is calling!

I froze. Am I going crazy now? And I hearing voices!?

My head whipped to look behind me. No. No one was there.

I need to lay down. I need to rest. I've been studying wayyyy too much.

I padded over to my bed, and robotically threw myself on it and stared at the ceiling. The sounds coming from the kitchen were drowned out by my self-induced shock.

Clank! Clatter! Clank!

"Look, Firi! This human must be of high status! Look at all this food!"

"Nyx! Stop! Don't touch-"

"Hungry! Hungry! Hungry!"

"Nyx! The human will- Mph!"

"Yummy! Yummy, right?"

My eyes widened. I could just feel it. These weren't just voices.

Someone's in my house!

Oh god. Oh god. So this wasn't a dream.

This isn't a hallucination!

I slowly stood from my bed, careful not to make any noise while I crept towards the kitchen, peeking inside the doorway while still trying to take cover behind the wall.

I instantly slapped a hand over my mouth.

Oh my god. No way. This is... No way.

Inside my kitchen were two... things. Human? Not quite.

One of them was tall, 6 foot... something. It was a he, I could tell. Short white hair, boyish face, and... black eyes.

I almost screamed on the spot.

But that wasn't all.

He had stubby little horns protruding from his head. They were black, and kind of reminded me of a unicorn with the way they swirled.

I clenched my eyes shut.

Stop! This is serious!

I focused on the other one. A twelve year old, that was for sure. A real pipsqueak.