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Spider

03:02 AM... I really need to sleep. Duvet tucked under your chin, head comfortable on the pillow, hair splayed out everywhere, you lie on your bed. 

"Ughhhh" you say quietly so you don't disturb the sleeping bunny beside you.

Maybe I should do some work?

Nope... I simply cannot be bothered right now.

Maybe get something to eat?

Nah... the floor is cold I don't wanna get up.

I am kinda hungry though....

Is it worth it?

Maybe....

Okay, you know what? I'll get a snack.

You hiss the second your feet touch the cold floor. Ugh the things I do for food... you quickly stretch your limbs before shuffling towards the corridor. 

Scooting your way down the corridor felt like it took 10 years to do, having to avoid all of the creaky panels. Eventually, you made it to the kitchen and you immediately went to the fridge. Have we seriously got nothing in this damn fridge?  You look at all of the containers, all of which have a name on it, multiple names, none of which include yours.

Cursing quietly to yourself you shut the fridge again and open a cupboard. You practically felt mini confetti cannons go off in your stomach as soon as you found your favourite crackers left at the back corner of the cupboard. You slowly extended your arm to try and reach them but upon doing so, you jolt back in shock. What just crawled on my freaking hand? A tickling sensation just ran across your hand as soon as you touched the cracker tub. Oh hell nah, not today Satan. 

You narrow your eyes at the dark, ominous cupboard as you silently walk backwards to grab a spatular. Once your hand wraps securely around the handle of the spatular you smirk slightly and head back into battle. Carefully, you reach back into the cupboard with the spatular and try to nudge the crackers forwards, towards the edge. Suddenly, you spot a small black blob on the end of the spatular. "What the- OH SHIT!" you exclaimed as the spider ran up the handle of the spatular and up your arm. "GET OFF OF ME YOU IMBECILE!" You yelled, dropping the spatular and trying to brush the spider off of your shoulder. "EW EW EW EW EW EW EW!!! GET OFF OF MEEEEEE!" Finally, your small, soft hand came into contact with the devil incarnate and swiped it off of your shoulder, quickly grabbing the spatular off of the floor again, ready for round 2.

"Oh no where did it go?" You whispered to yourself, hold the spatular in front of your torso, gripping the silicone handle with both your your hands tightly. You eyes rapidly and desperately searching the floor, knuckles almost white with the iron grasp the poor spatular is experiencing and you feet hip width apart, bent slightly in case you need to suddenly dive to safety.

"It's just you and me big guy..." You have to admit, the spider is probably as big as your hand, and chunky, so it scared the living daylights out of you (for all of you in Australia or somewhere exotic, I live in the UK, so any spider bigger than a pea is terrifying). "It's just you and m-"

"What are you do-" SLAP! You turned around instantly and just slapped Hobi in the face with the spatular.

"Uhhh I erm, I'm sorry, there was a spider and errr I was scared and so I errr defended myself cuz i thought you were the erm the spider...." Your voice slowly trailed off and you refused to meet Hobi's eyes. For someone that army's nicknames the 'sun' he sure does have a burning glare that make your wanna crawl into a hole and die...wow...