Second oneshot book

Stutters (South Park.)

I'm reusing text now, the story behind this is that my class wanted to know if I really can write. Thus, I wrote the lower part. But I'm getting new depression medication and I have decided that my energy levels are beyond scary and as I don't have little minions to help me write, 4 chapters per week is getting slightly hard.
Warnings: Cursing and I made this to make fun of the British accent. Also angst? I believe it's angst?
Ages: 25.
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Stan's POV.

I wave at the new neighbour with a kind smile, he waves back and walks up to me.

"I'm Leo," he says.

I nod, taking his hand.

"Stan."

He nods.

"Hey I can help you unpack, we haven't gotten a lot of people here in a while," I say.

He nods.

"Thanks. I appreciate it, really," he says.

He lets me into his apartment and I take his things into my hands, putting them up. After a while of putting his things in place, we get most of the boxes done.

"Rest are more personal stuff," he says.

He smiles at me.

"Thanks again, Stan," he says.

I smile more.

"Wanna maybe grab a coffee someday?" He asks.

I roll my eyes at my childishness but say what I thought about anyway,

"Like a date or-?"

He laughs.

"If you want it to be one, sure," he says.

I nod and he takes my hand.

"But you can grab coffee with me right now, I'll make some," He says.

"I normally drink tea," I say.

He nods.

"I think I have some Lemon left. It really isn't my thing," he says.

I shrug.

"I'm fine with it," I say.

"Sorry but I really need caffeine or something, badly. I don't sleep very well, I don't dream either, when I do sleep. It's weird. I feel like I'm awake because I just see black. I'm aware that I'm just staring at black the whole time," he says.

I nod.

"That's also kind of cool though," I say.

"No, just ridiculous in my opinion. I hate it and could complain about it for ages," he says.

I nod.

"Sorry. Am I talking too—?" He asks.

"No, you're not," I say.

I smile at him.

"Ever considered working with kids? You have a really calming voice," I say.

He shakes his head.

"No," he states.

I nod.

"I might though, it's really interesting," he says.

~Time skip.~

He's a bloody madman, I'll tell you, he's completely wankers. He's been screaming about this 'monster' for the last seven months.... every-single-night. What the hell is he even doing? By day, he's all fine and dandy and if I ask, what was happening, he'll just smile and say he was having a nightmare. Nobody has the same nightmare for SEVEN bloody months! Absolutely nobody! Especially him! He's complained about never seeing dreams since I first met him! So tonight, I've decided to go and see what's going on since he hasn't been outside for a bloody week. I gotta ask my boyfriend what's wrong with him, I have to figure out what's wrong. Why is it wrong? What makes it wrong? How come it's wrong? Is he missing something? Home, family? Or is he stressed or something?

I walk towards the door, determined, apartment 3.....

.....his door is open! That can't be good. It just.... can't. He's such a careful person, he'd never leave it open, especially when he's asleep, he is crazy scared of robbers!

"Monster! Stop it!"

I hesitate before slowly coming into the apartment. His white jacket is on the floor, huge stepping marks on, made with muddy feet. It's all wrong, he keeps everything in order and quite honestly, I've never seen him outside of the apartment building.

Maybe the weirdest thing is that the stepping marks are of huge feet, clear spaces between the toes, all.... three of them? Why are there three? And if it's feet are that big that I could have two of my own feet in the footprint.... how big is this person?

"Step away from me, please!"

I slowly walk towards the kitchen. A knife is on the table, another one just on the floor, waiting, red covering it. His kitchen is horrifying really, a huge hand mark on the white wall next to a clear hole. The hole is around the height my head is, maybe higher by an inch or two.

"Somebody help!"

I continue to adventure through. This is my boyfriend that's screaming, this is not right at all. I need his positivity in my life, I need someone like him to keep my depressive personality in check.

"H-Help!"

I finally get into the bedroom. The horrifying, sadistic, sight makes me scream out of pure horror,

"LEO!"

He's not moving, obviously not! His bloody stomach is open with a hole large enough for me to go in. His lung is out of his body, his lies eyes are locked, no life behind them. Eyes just... open, not closing. But more than... the blood is dry. Completely dry. He isn't bleeding anymore. If he got killed just then.... why is he like it happened days back? His blonde hair is also full of utterly dry blood. It's damn near making me screech in an of itself. And the scent is so thick and disgusting, it's not funny.

"Decided to join us?"

I scream as a hand pulls me away from Leo's body. NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!

"You bloody monster! Let me go!" I scream.

Isn't that the first thing Leo yelled? First thing I heard at least...

"You're all so alike!"

"Let go you fucking cunt!" I scream.

"Don't talk so much, darling. You should just stop screaming, maybe I'll let you go without so much pain to the people around you."

"No! No! What the fuck did Leo do to you, you bastard?" I screech.

"Have it your way then."