oddly a Zalgo boyfriend scenario

[meeting him]

It's a cold stormy night
the rain pours quicker than it'll ever be. You and your friends had just finished a nice hang out/reunion in a restaurant not far from your home. Of course, as luck would have it, you decided to walk there and not grab your car keys because the walk is just the same as driving to the place. (plus you didn't want to waste your car fuel).

After talking and eating and also joke around a bit, all of you decided to hit the hay and went back home, ending your reunion with a, "let's meet some other time!" from a friend. As everyone went out, thunder clasps and rain starts pouring down, much to your dismay, everyone brought an umbrella. A friend brought her/his car while some are calling a cab via Uber.

"Oh you didn't bring an umbrella?", one of your friend asked as she put her hands out into the rain to feel the water hitting her palm.
"Yea, but it's fine, My house is just a walk away, I'll wait out till the rain stop or not(?)" you replied back, frowning as the rain won't be stopping any time soon.

_/×\_

"Oh screw this!" You growl, running towards your house with the rain pouring harder than before. It's as if God doesn't want you to have a nice lovely night without getting a cold shower beforehand. You run towards your house at full speed, ignoring anything and anyone until a silhouette of a house comes by, this is your house, your save place, your perfect little home. Instantly, you run faster than before, quickening your pace for home.
A sigh left your mouth as you stand in front of the door. Looking around in your soaked purse, you take your keys out, gleaming happily as you unlock the door.
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      It's unlocked. You remembered locking it before heading out...right..? Did...did someone break-in? How did they even-
Or are you just forgetful? You must have left it as it is without knowing you didn't lock it. No no, you clearly remember locking the door and even checking twice to make sure it's locked.
Your breathing hitched as you hear a sudden crash inside the house.
'....a burglar..?' You thought, cold sweat starts flowing down your face.
You can hear the thief, cursing to himself. He sounds...a bit like a child coming into his teenage years, high pitched almost with a mix of a...demonic-like scowl..?

You gather enough strength and open the door, slowly to not alert your 'unwanted guest' and watch as he struggles to fix? what he had broken.
You observe quietly, wanting to know what he did considering he's busy swiping it to the middle with his hands.
He hisses as whatever he broke hurt his hands.
A small whimper can be heard too as the thief mumble about something. Even with a high pitched voice, the only words you managed to hear are, "(y/n)", " upset" and "what should I do.."

You hold your mouth, not letting a gasp out.
'How....how did he know my name..' You panic, standing there, terrified.
'What does he mean by upset..what..what is he..'
You back away slowly, nearing the phone on top of the coffee table. Hurrying your pace, you turn to call for help only for a hand holding your wrist, not too rough, not too soft, not attempting to hurt you, enough to stop you in your tracks.
The hand is black as coal, but with a rather, brilliant green coloured sleeve. Apparently, he's wearing a green jacket.
Your eyes darted towards the thief and met eye to eye with two pair of red glowing eyes, it stares at you, as if pleading for you to put the idea down. The eyes trails towards your hand and so did you. He lets go, sighing as he did so.
"I didn't mean to break your vase. I'm sorry." He responded, taking you aback by the sudden apology.
"...my vase..which one..?" You asked, hesitant to even move away, those pair of eyes only stare down, regretting an action like a scolded child.

"...The one your grandma gave you back when you start moving into your new house" he still stares at the ground, waiting for your response.

"My- what?! You broke that vase!? How could you do something like that! I mean yea you're a damn thief but what the hell!? You should be careful!" You huffed in anger and frustration. Immediately walking towards the light switch to put some light in the room.

"Oh look at that!! Are you serious!" You continue on, taking a broom and went to sweep the vase.
"This is literally the only thing so important to me and YOU-" you pointed to him, glaring as he lowers his head in embarrassment
"-broke it! You have eyes, use it for fuck sake!" You growl, deeply annoyed by the accident, ignoring whatever he is until you look back at him, wide eyes and backing much quicker than before.
"Y..you're...." You can feel your fear slowly rise up. Your vision slowly blacking and before you can pass out, you mutter his name

"Zalgo.."

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A/n: well well. That's pretty uh, anticlimactic? But either way, I hope you enjoy it :}
I look forward to seeing you continue on your quest to uh, survive