"Hey Peachy, come over here..." Slime called to me from her bedroom. I spin around in my wheely chair for a few moments before jumping off of it and walking out of my bedroom into hers.
"Yea? What is it Slime? I swear, if you ask me for another pet, I'll-"
"No, it's not that - although if you're offering a pet I won't refuse." She giggles slightly before turning her attention back to the computer. "Do you see that?"
"See what?"
"This website on my screen?"
I glance at her computer, but I don't see anything - the screen is turned off.
"Uhh... no? Why would I see a website on a computer that's turned off?" I say, confused.
"I... You really don't see this?"
"No?? What's going on?"
Slime stays silent for a very long time. The clock ticks and each second feels like a bomb being thrown on us. Then all of a sudden the ticking stops, and Slime turns back to me.
"... It's nothing, don't worry. Go back to writing, Peachy."
"Uhh... okay? Bye Slime, stay safe."
As I leaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVDYEAVSOUBFN;VMDS,ZLVPDLFIBSNCVDIJPSABV;GLSHIRT;R V'sa:dz[OCSJfavN;DS/LvkfC :zHVCJK'ND;FUIVGAH[J'[WFNPIOGER[J]v
wpeongvae
ASINDO[A'GNSF'ASMDNEGIF
MADPOGAEOP
RSHTOMFA
P
SLIME
SLIME
SLIME
SLIME
SLIME
SLIME
SLIME
SLIME
SLIME
REBOOTING...
Sorry Peachy, but I'm taking control.
YOU ARE READING
Living with Homicidal Maniacs - I mean friends
General FictionBunch of girls hanging out together - all very well adjusted to the concept of murder