Nightterror and Will Grossman

Chapter Twenty one

Will woke up to Chupa licking his face. He chuckled and petted him, then he sat up.
He yawned and stretched, he looked over to his side but Terror wasn't there.
Maybe he already woke up, thought Will.
He stood and got dressed in his usual hoodie and coat.
He walked out but no one was in the living room but passed out Jack.
Will shook him awake. "Jack! Where's Terror and Jacob?"
Jack yawned and rubbed his eyes. "Who's Jacob and Terror?"
Will stepped back. "They were here yesterday."
"No me and you went to the bar yesterday and got drunk," said Jack. "You passed out on me so I had to carrie you back."
Will looked at him confused, then slowly remembered that this already happened to him, three years ago.
"Now hurry up," said Jack. "Your going to be late for class."
Will grabbed his mask and walked out, still confused on what was going on, but he felt like he should go along with it.

Will tapped his pencil against his desk, bored.
The bell finally rang.
"Class has terminated once again," said the teacher, who was actually a red robot. "Please remember to do your Homework."
Will walked out with the rest of his class and headed to the field, he sat on a bench and thought.
He looked up and saw a guy across the field playing with his daggers, he was juggling them.
Will watched, surprised by how well he handled them and seemed to not be getting cuts.
Will gasped realising, it was Terror.
Will stood and slowly walked over, once he was closed enough he waved.
Terror stopped juggling the daggers, and they shot back into their sheathes, he gave a little wave back.
Will stood in front of him, not too close though.
"Hi Im Will," he said.
"Leon," said Terror. "But call me Terror."
"Okay," said Will. "How did you juggle the daggers without getting cut up?"
Terror flipped one of the daggers out. "A lot of practice, a lot of past mistakes."
He showed his hands that were scarred.
Now that Will looked and listened more closely, Terror didn't seem that different from when they had first met, physically that is. He had a lot of the same scars, but mentally he didn't seem like the Terror Will knew, he didn't make him feel the same.
"Can you show me?" asked Will. "How to do it?"
Terror sheathed his dagger and gave him a hard look. "Look I don't know you so no."
Will rubbed his arm. "Oh okay..."
He walked away, that had stabbed his heart, he now knew that he was reliving a day from three years ago. But why?
Was it all just a dream? Will was hoping it was.
He sat on the bench and held his head in his hands. He tried not to sob in frustration, he sighed and kept his head in his hands.
He heard someone sit next to him, he looked over to see Terror sitting next to him.
"Sorry if I was too harsh," he said, softly. "Bad day?"
Will nodded slightly. Terror patted his shoulder. "Considering your the only who has approached me in, eh four months we can hang out if you want."
Will smiled a little. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," said Terror, a smile tugging at the corner off his mouth.
Will smiled brightly.
Terror couldn't help but smile back, his heart started to pound against his chest.
Will and him started talking, usually he would've just walked home.
Will's phone buzzed in his pocket, he took it out and answered the call. "Hello?"
"Will where are you?" asked Laughing Jack. "Its already sun down! Was your day that horrible?"
"I'm sorry," said Will. "I'll be home soon, okay?"
"Okay," said Jack.
Will hung up and looked at Terror. "I have to go," he said. "Im sorry."
"It's fine," said Terror. "Go on home bud."
Will smiled and stood, he walked a few yards then found himself looking back.
Terror was still on the bench, halfheartedly playing with his dagger. He sighed and hung his head. He looked totally different from when Will was talking to him. He seemed to have instantly changed himself from happy, to depressed, lonely, and emptiness.
Will walked back to him. "Aren't you going to go home?"
Terror looked at him, and shook his head. "I actually can't."
"Why not?" asked Will.
"My dad kicked me out so yeah..." Terror rubbed his neck.
"Oh then you can come with me," said Will.
Terror looked at him, puzzled. "But why would you help me?"
"Because I care," said Will, holding out his hand.
Terror hesitantly gripped his hand, and stood. Will smiled reassuringly, and held his hand.
Terror smiled.
They walked back to Will's apartment, and walked in.
Laughing Jack was sitting on the couch. "Will?" he looked at them. "Who's this?"
"This is Terror," said Will. "He's a friend."
Terror looked at him when he said "friend" then smiled.
"Hmph okay," said Jack.
Will went into his room and laid down on his bed. He was tired and wore down from today, he was still confused how hee was here.
Terror walked in and closed the door, then sat down next to the bed.
Will gave him a thick cover, a sheet, and a pillow. "You can sleep down there, or you can sleep with me."
Terror chuckled. "I think I'm going to sleep down here..."
He laid down on the thick cover, and slept on it, his head on the pillow.
Will closed his eyes, and slept.
A few minutes later he felt Terror on the bed with him, hugging him. Will smiled and put his hands on Terror's, which were around his waist.
Terror was still awake, but he closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep, as did Will.