It starts with a little heartbreak (Lazelk)

Chapter 4

"Hello everybody!" He whisper-yelled, looking deeply into the camera. "Now first off, your probably wondering why this isn't a Click video, because it has no Fortnite." He clasped his hands together in an orderly fashion. "But it's because I think I need to address my friend Lannan's... 'situation'." 

He gave a faint smile, "Also, the reason I'm whispering will be explained in just a moment. I don't want you guys getting any weird ideas." 

He'd thought to himself before hand that if he told his viewers in a full descriptive way what had happened, Lannan would never want to speak to him, so he decided on being dull and blank. 

"Lannan's mother has sadly passed away and so he wasn't handling it very well. His father, as you may know, does not live with them, became very... angry, and tried attacking LazarBeam. He needed some help after a week and turned to me and the Click crew. So yeah-" He returned to his normal bouncy self, "LazarBeam lives here now! Although he hasn't got a room, and is currently in here, sleeping. That's why I'm kinda... whispering?"

Muselk looked again over the side of the green screen board, head popping away from the view of his recorder for a second. "I'd show you him sleeping, but he looks like a little, innocent child, and I think it'd ruin his 'image'." He smirked, waving. "Thats all guys! Sorry for the random video, but I know everyone's wanted to know! Bye!!"

Switching off the recording equipment, he sighed, placing the stored data onto a hard drive, tucking it into his safekeeping drawer. He stood, stretching, letting his bones and muscles click back into place like a form of robot. Glancing at his phone, he groaned: eleven? How on Earth had he been going for that long!?

Moving over to his bed, he chuckled, sliding in when Lannan turned, kicking the sheets off of him. Surprisingly however, the younger continued to toss and turn, mumbling unintelligently, hands tightening into fists. 

Nightmare, was Muselk's first thought, sadly looking at his friend. He placed a soft hand on the trembling shoulder of the smaller, bringing him in for a side hug, wrenching shoulders seeming to calm as he whispered soothingly, hoping to not awaken Lannan as he calmed him down. LazarBeam's body finally shut down, and the shorter buried his head into the crook of Muselk's neck, snuffling quietly as what Elliot could only describe as adorable.

He gently threw his arms around the now fragile male, tucking them both closer together. He knew this was supposed to be weird. He knew that he wasn't supposed to be this close with just a friend, but for that moment - he felt nothing but kindness and caring. "G'night, Lan'," He whispered among the silence that rippled throughout the room. His mouth itched to say something else, but Muselk could not understand the words it pleaded to shout.

He closed his eyes and forgot about it - it wouldn't matter... for now. 

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Sorry this chapters so short, I'm working on another one as soon as possible. I don't think people'll like this story, and I wasn't gonna publish it, 'cos I'm a shit writer and all, but yeah, might as well, eh?