Letting out a soft cry you flop onto your back onto your bed, then proceed to roll back and forth. When you come to a stop you sit up and cross your legs, yawning. You glance down at your bag, that lay discarded on the floor by your bed and grimace. You had a lot of homework, and it's only the first week of school! You stand and kick your bag lightly, then grab comfier clothes and head to the bathroom to change out of your school clothes and wipe any make-up off your face.
Stretching, you sigh and reach your your doorknob, since you closed your bedroom door as you left out of habit. muffled mumbling, makes you hesitate. Your eyes widen in fear and your breath quickens. Your parents weren't at home at the moment, either at work or running errands, so you knew it wasn't either of them. You decide to press your ear against the door, to try and make out the mumbling, to no avail. Whoever was in your room, has an awfully quiet voice.
You then decide to crack the door open, to see if you can see them from the doorway. As you open the door, you forgot you had most of your weight on the door, and the door flew open and you landed on the floor. 'Why didn't I just call the cops or something? Oh, crap! I'm probably going to be killed now or something!'
Slowly, cautiously, you sit up, to see a teenage boy looking down at you, with many snakes hanging off his body. You hold in a screech and scramble to your feet, grabbing the nearest thing to you to use as a weapon, which happened to be a narrow, but tall, decoration off your bookshelf.
Your arms shake and your legs feel weak. The boy's eyes widen and he steps back, looking equally scared as you probably do. One or two of his snakes hiss and raise up, swaying their bodies.
"W-Who are you? A-and what a-are you doing in m-my room?" you demand, silently cussing yourself out for stuttering.
"He's Snake, say Emily," he says.
You lower your 'weapon' a little, looking at him oddly, and analysing his look more. He has snowy white hair that reaches his jaw line, yellow eyes that seemed to be slitted. His skin is pale, almost sickly pale, and he seems to have... patches of scales? Donning his cheeks and parts of his exposed chest were small patches of what appeared to be silvery scales. He wore a black and white outfit, that looked kind of circusy.
"Says... Emily?" you ask in confusion.
"Yes! I'm Emily! It's nice to meet you! Says Emily," a red and black striped snake raises herself and sticks out her tongue.
"Oh, uh, well, um, hi... Emily and Snake," you say, raising an eyebrow.
"We don't know why were here, says Bronte," Snake says as a green snake moves around his neck.
You hesitantly place the decoration back on your bookshelf, "So you have no c-clue, you just... appeared here?" you bite your lip for stuttering again.
"Yes, says Wordsworth." The largest snake hisses in your direction, causing you to step back a bit.
"Don't worry, they won't bite! Says Emily. Only if we're told to, says Dan."
Ok, Dan was a new one, and none of them moved. Holy shit. Where the hell was this 'Dan'. As you silently panic, a snake makes its way over to you and slithers up your leg. You let out a sharp gasp and glance down. Bronte, if you remember correctly was climbing up your leg. You stiffen and try to move as little as possible.
The back door opens and your mum calls out to you, "Sweetie, I'm home!"
You cuss under you breath and risk a small movement to your open door, "W-Welcome home, m-mum!"
Bronte stays perfectly still on your leg, as you slowly shuffle to the door to close it. Once its closed you let out a breath.
"Please try to stay quiet, all of you. I don't know what'll happen if my mum finds you guys. And Snake? Since you probably don't have a place to stay, you're welcome to stay here, just make sure all of your snakes stay in my room. And try to stay in here as well. Just, try not to get caught," you whisper, just loud enough for him to hear you.
