| Connor & Hank | One Shots (Discontinued)

Home Alone (Part Two)

A/N so you think I would let anyone hanging?

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Written in Connor's Point of View

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I came back from my shift. I closed the door behind me and looked around.

The house was disturbingly quiet. Hank should be awake by now making his breakfast or just playing around with Sumo.

Where's Sumo? The dog often welcomes me when I get home.

It made me anxious. I scanned the whole home, and nothing was found on my thermal scanner.

It scared me. Maybe this is just a prank, maybe Hank was just walking Sumo.

But he should've just left a letter in the front door, right?

This doesn't feel right.

I walked to the living roo---

I saw the Saint Bernard, this is not happening. No this is not real.

This is just a dream.

No.

Hank. Where is he? I saw a trail of blood. Leading to his bed room.

It made my stomach turn. He should be alive? Right?

Right?

I followed the trail. And opened his bedroom. It was dark, I don't get it. It was early in the morning, why is his room pitch black?

"Hank?.." I called out.

No response.

I tried to find the light switch and I successfully found it.

"This is not funny.." I added and flickered the swit---

F*ck. Sh*t. F*ck. This. Is. Not. Real. No.

No.

No.

"Welcome home, Connor." A woman's voice greeted me.

There's Lieutenant's body. On the floor, dead. This must've been a dream.

"This is not a dream." Amanda replied as she smiles at me.

No. This. Is. A. dream.

Dream.

Just a dream. Right? A dream? Reader? This is a dream? Right?

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"This is real, Connor. Face it."

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A/N what the hell is wrong with me lol