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It's been a month since you've seen him luckily...you were walking down a path not the one you'd met him in you haven't been down that road since...
you kept walking you haven't vaped in a while not cause that bastard had an effect on you cause you've felt good lately your new friends and confidence...

you suddenly heard a loud crash a someone's voice. You ignored all sensibility and went after it. You turned the corner to see.... Micheal passed out drunk in the middle of the street

He wore all black and had another new tattoo, this one was on his neck and it resembles Chica...you see a broken bottle of beer and a gun by his side...you feel like he needs help, should you help him?

(As much as you wanna leave him here, who knows what could happen, you walk up to him and kick the gun aside, it's dangerous you kneel down next to him and shake him a little) Hey dumbass, wake up! (You call out to him you sigh and move his hair to the side showing his face he looks... peaceful you raise your hand and slap him in the face harshly. It's giving Connor and Hank DBH) Yo alchie wake up!!! You yell His eyes slowly open. his eyes are bloodshot and he seems to be hungover...but when he sees you...his eyes are completely black

"who. The...fuck..are..you.."
he says, looking at you...his voice was deeper and demonic and he sat up...his eyes still black and his tattoos moving..and he seems to be in a very bad mood now. You decide to test his limits.
Can you not see me right now man? That's crazy, imagine not not being able to see right now couldn't be me... but do you have a way to get home alchie or you just gonna sleep here.  (You say smugly he can't hurt if he can't see you lmao)     he stands up, he looked very pissed off...and it wasn't a good idea to piss him off in his current state

"you're very very lucky I'm hungover...otherwise I would be beating your brains out, you have two seconds to get lost...before I lose the rest of my patience.. dear "

he seems to not have noticed that he couldn't see you, he just thought he was drunk. You sigh...Okay okay how do you suppose you'll get home like this and I don't think you even know where you are… you hear his gun load, the tattoos on his body continue to move...his eyes were still black and his voice still demonic

"...now."

he says with a threatening tone...it was better to be safe than sorry

the tattoos on his neck, face, cheeks and arms become more violent

he puts his hand on his gun

"get going before I blow your brains out"

Alright alright I'll go...be safer than usual alchie…

he puts his hand down

He turns and walks away…damn scary…

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