The Indie House

Chapter 14: The Hangout

Art by me!

⚠️TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️
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"Alright. Alright. We can get past this area. You just need to calm down and take your time Cups."

"But bro, why is this so hard?!"

"W-What game is this c-called again?"

"NeiR Automata."

"O-Oh..y-yeah I've heard this game can be hard."

"Uugghhh my goooodd."

"Cups, you gotta get moving!"

"I'm trying to, but there is so much shit everywhere!"

Cuphead angrily fidgeted with his controller. He tried the best he could while attacking, dodging and getting his character out of the horrible and dysfunctional situation he was in. Thankfully, he succeeded and took a breather as he slumped back on the couch.

"See? You did it! I told you, you could!" Mugman patted his brother's shoulder. Cuphead gave a sluggish hum in agreement, rubbing the side of his cheek.

Kris took the time to fully analyze the character Cuphead was currently playing as. She was tall with short white hair, a beautiful black detailed dress and black high heels. And despite the black blindfold covering her eyes, she was unbelievable beautiful.

'Wow...I kind of want that outfit...and those heels..' Kris mentally commented in awe at the girl's look.

Once Cuphead regained himself, he grabbed his controller and continued his journey. Kris thought it'd be a good time to sketch for a little. He picked up his sketchbook and pencil from his lap and opened a fresh page and began drawing.

Not 2 minutes into his sketching, Kris felt a shift in the couch. He stopped drawing and looked over, only to see that Sal was sitting only a few inches away from where he was, on his phone, probably texting someone. Kris quickly turned back to his sketchbook. He slowly took another quick glance at the other boy and turned back again.

Kris started to draw again, feeling as if he should act natural.

'..man..he looks really cool...what was his name again? Sal right? Yeah...yeah that was his name.....wow..'

Kris stole another quick small glance at the boy.

'...he..he has ear piercing, his nails are painted and he has blue hair, in pigtails?!...wow..he's...he's just so cool...and his mask is pretty awesome too..'

Kris stopped drawing for a second, keeping his position he currently had when in drawing mode.

'I'll never be like that...' He told himself.

'You right. You won't.' Another voice spoke in his head.

'He's so much better than you that I bet he has a lot more friends than someone who's as wimpy as you. Maybe he even gets good grades and does really well in school, unlike a certain someone. Stop wasting your time doing something useless like drawing and actually work, because the hours you stay up at night trying to study, are apparently not doing enough for or anyone else.'

Kris sat there, frozen at the sound of his own negative thoughts slowly consuming his mind. He knew it was true. He knew he wasn't doing the greatest in school. He knew he didn't have many friends. He knew he wasn't good enough for anything or anyone. He knew he was officially known as the outcast in his town and possibly everywhere else too. He knew it all too well.

The boy felt his eyes start to tear up, when he realized a finger was tapping his shoulder. Blinking a couple of times, he saw that it was Mae sitting next to him. He looked over to the spot where Sal was sitting in, only for him to be gone.