Team (discontinued for now)

Chapter 20: On My Own

Fred really needed a cigarette right now. And judging by Freddy's anxious breaths inside his head, so did he.

"So, Oxy is a selfless son of a bitch and he's really tiring himself out with literally everything he does for us. We have a concert tonight, and since we didn't want Oxy to suddenly drop dead during the concert, we decided to use you as our bassist." Deuz rather awkwardly explained.

Fred for a split second thought about Fox's tired empty eyes, and in the heat of the moment, he suddenly felt a great amount of sympathy for The Nightmares swell up in his chest.

"Y'know, you could've just asked me instead of straight up abducting me." A hint of amusement lingered in Fred's voice.

"We're not really the type to just ask people for shit, Freddy." Onnie simply said.

"Well, I mean, sure. I'll play with you guys tonight, but don't be surprised if the gang comes in mid-performance with guns and police cars waiting outside the door!" Fred couldn't help but smirk at the thought of that.

Deuz was gonna say 'bullshit' but if he just took a few seconds to think, he ended up realizing the squad would totally do that.

"Guess we'll just take that risk, then. If you don't fuck this up, I promise I'll stop stealing cigarettes from you." Deuz casually stated.

"Wait, wha-?" Fred dug in his pockets for his pack of cigarettes, only to see Deuz holding them up with a mocking grin.

"You can have those back after the concert." Maggie offered Fred a cool smile that triggered Freddy to take over.

"Okay, so in how many minutes do we get started?" Freddy cursed himself for the light squeak in his voice.

"About six." Maggie replied, slightly peering at the audience from behind the curtain.

"Oh."

Freddy's fingers itched, and for a moment he actually considered jumping at Deuz to get his cigarettes back.

"Control yourself, Freddy. Christ, you're not an animal!" Fred annoyingly scolded him.

"Shut up, Fred! You want one just as much as I do." Freddy talked back with a huff.

"Sure. But I'm not gonna be a pussy about it cuz I gotta wait longer for one." Fred snarled.

Freddy rolled his eyes. He got a feeling that Oxy probably wouldn't be all to keen on it if he saw him performing on stage as the Nightmare's bassist instead of him. Where was that giant, anyways?

"Four more minutes!!" Onnie obnoxiously announced, as if Freddy wasn't prickled enough already.

Oxy wasn't the type of person to curse himself out.

Not that much, at least. You'd expect someone with a rather confusing self-esteem like that to curse themselves out way more. But no, Oxy rarely ever directly talked shit about himself.

This was an exception.

He was a dumb-ass, stupid, forgetful son of a bitch.

And those were, facts. Because he woke up at 16:23, and he and the gang had a performance exactly seven fucking minutes later. Well, it had to be expected. Oxy had come up with the smart-ass idea to take a nap for two hours. Which wouldn't have been that big of a deal, if it weren't for the fact that Oxy Noxo slept like a goddamn log.

It took five punches to the face and four bottles of water over the head to get him awake.

So as Oxy hastily bolted down the stairs and almost tripped over a garbage can stupidly placed in front of the door, he slowly started getting more annoyed with the other Nightmares rather than himself.