befriending demons ∞ smokepump

two

omniscient

after hours of unpacking, the two boys seemed to be burnt out. "what do you wanna have for dinner?"

omar shrugged, typing away on his computer. stokeley got up from his friend's bed and headed towards his room.

stokeley plopped onto his bed, sighing as he grew bored and hungry. he rolled over onto his back and stared up at the ceiling, his urge to use the bathroom growing.

he sat up and headed towards his bathroom, sitting himself on the toilet. faint whistling could be heard, but stokeley ignored it.

after a short while, it began to annoy him. "omar, cut it out," the whistling continued, and stokeley just rolled his eyes and sighed.

he finished his business and flushed the toilet, heading towards the sink. he squirted some soap on his hands and lathered it up, washing the strawberry smelling foam off.

he looked up at his reflection, noticing his eyes were fully black. his eyes squinted in confusion, as he leaned in closer.

maybe im just seeing things.

stokeley shook his head, watching his reflection do the same. he lifted up his left arm, watching his reflection copy.

he wriggled his eyebrows, watching the reflection do the same, along with a wink.

he opened his mouth in shock, watching the boy in the mirror do the same, revealing shiny, fang-like teeth.

his eyes went wide as the boy in the mirror began shifting, turning into a light skinned black boy, with half blonde and half black dreads.

he smiled and chuckled, staring at a very flabbergasted stokeley. stokeley stumbled backwards, pulling down the shower curtain as he did so.

the boy in the mirror stuck his head out, staring down at him. his devilish smile grew as he watched the fear grow in stokeley's eyes.

footsteps could be heard as the boy slowly began going back into the mirror, disappearing.

there was a knock on the bathroom door as stokeley stared, still in shock. "hey, stoke. you alright? i heard a crash in here and i wanna know if you're ok,"

stokeley gulped, still staring at the mirror in shock. omar opened the door slowly and came in.

"stoke, what happened?" he was unable to talk. he had a traumatized look plastered on his face as he just stared.

"hey, come on let's go get some food," stokeley slowly got up and brushed his clothes off, looking at the mirror once again before heading out.