[3rd POV]
Zak stood in front of the door. He hesitated at least ten times, afraid he was going to wake the wrong person. He brought all of his courage to knock. As his fist collided with the door, a sound wrung throughout the building. He did this again, stepping back.
Footsteps were heard, volume increasing by the second. The door swing open. Zak was greeted by a tall dirty blonde hair man with deep green eyes. Zak let a shy smile cross his face, praying to God this was the right place. He did recognize him, but wasnt sure.
"Skeppy?" The man asked. As soon as Zak heard that voice, he knew. "Bad!" Zak hugged him, starting to feel intimidated by the others height. "Get inside, you muffin! You must be cold!" He exclaimed. Zak dragged his bag stuffed with few items he could save from the fire. Zak shuddered at the thought of how close he was to death. Stepping inside, he admired the inside. The walls were a creamy color, everything was clean and neat, and a small white object flew across the floor to him. Zak jumped, before realizing this was Bad's dog, Rat. Giggling, Zak bent down and pet the dog. In response, it shoved its face into Zak's hand, wanting more love.
Continuing throughout the house, BadBoyHalo showed Zak to his room. "Oh, and Skeppy... What's your real name? Mine's Darryl." Ba-Darryl asked shyly. "My name is Zak!" Zak said in response, giggling slightly at the cute name Darryl. "Well-- I'll go now, make yourself at home." Darryl waved before shutting my door gently. Zak blushed before flopping down on his bed. He stared at his suitcase, now in the corner of the room. Zak had forgotten what he saved other than clothes. His eyelids drooped and he forgot about it, right now he was tired.
Zak slowly drifted off to sleep, entering a world of blackness. The last thing he thought before he fell into sleep's jaws was about...
BadBoyHalo
(Or Darryl, whichever you wanna use.)
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A/N
This was so fun to write! I definitely felt some weight disappear on my shoulders. I hope whoever finds this likes it! :4
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