Living with Homicidal Maniacs - I mean friends

Friggin DOORS MAN

I gently knock on the door to Slime's room.

"Uhh, Slime? Umm... are you okay?" I ask, trying to not be pressing. I stand by her door for a few more minutes, before knocking again.

"Hey, if you want me to go I will?" I mutter quietly, "But I won't leave until you tell me that you're okay."

A few seconds later I feel a buzz in my pockets. My phone.

I'm alright – I just don't want to talk right now. Slime had texted me.

I reply back: Are you sure you're okay? It was really unlike you to leave like that.

I know. Is all she said in return. I get one of my infamous bad feelings. I sigh, turn, and lean against the wooden door leading into Slime's room.

Slime, please, tell me what's going on, or at least let me in, so I can see with my own eyes that you're okay. I say to her. I notice she hasn't begun a reply text.

I start to text her again: Slime what's going o

In the middle of my typing, Slime opens her door and I fall backwards into her room.

"Shit!" I yell, feeling a sharp pain in my back, before quickly shutting up, and turning my head to look for Slime. I spot her to my left, hand out, face red and swollen. I reach up to grab Slime's hand and have to blink back tears. I don't have a very good pain tolerance, and my back hurts! I calm down and try to control my facial expressions while I accept Slime's arm of assistance, trying to avoid staring into her bloodshot eyes. She hates pity more than anyone.

I get pulled up and Slime brings me over to her bed.

"Sit down." She says. "Before I try to make you feel better-" ahh so Slime DID notice the tears in my eyes – "you should know leaning against my door is an IDIOTIC THING TO DO – especially after you send a text saying either talk or open the fucking door!"

"I didn't say that exactly..." I mutter, slightly ashamed, before Slime hugs me.

"Just calm down, you moron." She replies.

She definitely saw the tears in my eyes.

Slime releases me from her hug of death and sits down next to me.

"Look, please just tell me what happened? We're your friends, I promise you can trust us." I pry again. I don't want to upset Slime, but what I said is true – we all deeply care for her and this avoidance, skipping around the question, or whatever you want to call it – is pointless.

"No matter what you tell me right now, I promise I won't abandon you Slime. I'm your friend!" I notice Slime looking sadder and continue on trying to comfort her. "I – I mean I live with Dorian and Luna! Dorian sets things on fire at least twice a week, and Luna, well... Luna is in a completely separate category. I mean, she still has that VERNON HEAD THAT I TOLD HER TO GET RID OF A MONTH AGO-" I catch myself before I started to properly yell. "But it's not like I'm upset or anything, it's her room so-"

Slime bursts into tears – and it shocks me into stopping my ramblings.

For a few seconds.

"Woah, Slime, are you okay?? Look, I won't tell Luna off for that head. If you care about it that much, then she can just have it tucked away somewhere!" Slime doesn't seem to stop crying. "Okay, on display in her room?" Again, no signs of stopping. "Okay fine, I'll let her put it back on her bedroom door again, just STOP CRYING PLEASE!"

Slime finally calms down. I sigh and pull up my phone.

"Urgh, hey Luna, about that Vernon head in your room? Yes – I know you have that! How? I guess I'm magic. Anyways-"

Slime interrupts. "I didn't calm down because of the Vernon head."

"You – you didn't?"

"No, it was because you shocked me with your yelling, then I realised what I was doing, and did my best to calm down."

"Oh..." I mutter, before I still have my phone in my hands. I bring it back up to my ear.

"Umm, yes? I was just talking to Slime. Oh, uhh, what was I gonna say about the head?" I pause. "ABSOLUTELYNOTHINGNOWBYE!" And I turn off the phone.

Hopefully, nothing happens from that.

"Hey, Peachy..." Slime whispers, looking slightly light-headed.

"Yeah?" I ask, starry-eyed, hoping she'll say she's ready to talk.

"You're really loud. Too loud." She says.

"Oh..." I reply, deflating slightly in my seat.

"And..."

I look up.

"I'm ready to talk."

Okay, finally gotten back into writing this series. I felt sudden demotivation for writing, but somehow wormed my way back into it XD

I hope you guys enjoyed – finally gonna be explaining everything next chapter.

But for now...

Peachy out! 😊