𖤐Cult-ish.𖤐

Chapter thirteen. 𖤐

It wasn't a usual day. We didn't wake up as we usually did. Sure, Will came in and nudged us awake with the promise of breakfast, but something was definitely strange. I'm not sure what. There was just some strange way that Will woke us up...

Perhaps it was just the fact that we woke up an hour later than usual. The feeling of actually getting sleep is definitely a strange one. Travis certainly seemed well-rested, at least. In fact, he was rather bouncy and full of energy (despite it being 9 A.M.).

"Hey! Will! Guess what I did?" he asked giddily, sliding right into the chair at the table like a pat of butter on a frying pan. "Go on. Guess."

Will shrugged briefly as he prepared us breakfast. It started off looking like pizza, which was a little odd. I'm not complaining, though. "I'm not sure if I want to. Did you get a job, finally?"

Travis shook his head triumphantly, almost like he was proud of being jobless. "Yeah. That'll happen when BB stops putting his hands in toasters."

"...That was one time," I grumbled.

"Anyways, I got these bad boys," he continued as he lifted up his hands to reveal handfuls of teeth, some of them stained an odd color.

Will raised a confused eyebrow, looking at the teeth piles like Travis had just beheaded a chicken. "...Teeth? That you... where'd you get those?"

"Found 'em in the basement. They were in some old looking vase, so I assume they've been there for a while. I'm gonna fool that tooth fairy into giving me money for each of these. I'm gonna be rich." He jiggled all the teeth into one hand and began examining them one by one.

Without another thought, he made a comment that irked Travis greatly. "You know the tooth fairy doesn't like liars, right? She knows those aren't your teeth."
It took a hot second for that to sink in. As soon as it did, Travis poured the teeth into my hand. "These are yours now. I don't need them. Enjoy. Give them to one of your little kid friends or something."

"I- What would anyone my age do with teeth?! That's gross!!" I held my hand as far away from me as possible, not wanting to associate with the disembodied teeth.

Will slid us plates with scrambled eggs on them towards us, which looked nothing like the pizza creation he was making earlier. There was also a barrel in the kitchen. Perhaps that's what contained the pizza creation... "BB, put your teeth away. That's rude at the table."

I grumbled under my breath and shoved the teeth into my pocket. Seems like my pockets were getting their money's worth recently.

"Gah!!" Travis bit right with his tooth gap, causing him to drop his fork and make a further mess on the table. "Shit!! I'm dying!! Aw, it hurts...!! Why does it still hurt?!"

Will was already in the process of pouring Travis a glass of milk for his poor mouth-wound. "Drink it. You'll make the man up there very happy if you do."

"...Xemüg?" Travis asked, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

"No. What? I was talking about the monkey controlling your brain."

"Oh."

Will flicked Travis's forehead as he motioned for the man to drink the milk. I looked at the two in bewilderment, confused by the name they both seemed familiar with. Either they didn't pick up on my confusion, or they didn't care, because they didn't comment on it further.

"H-hey, Will? I've... I've been meaning to tell you something," I stuttered, reaching into my pocket and clenching the paper that was held within.

He tilted his head slightly and looked at me expectantly. "What is it? You can tell me anything."
I pulled out the paper and glanced at it, not wanting to mess up what was said on it. Yet... there was something odd. I felt a burning feeling inside me. It told me I can't tell him about this. It's simply not right.