𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 ||mj✔︎(REVAMPED)

Instigator

Omniscient~

    Michael looks around at his abused apartment and immediately becomes enraged. He walks down the hallway and into his room, finding more drugs on his bed, and money scattered around his dresser. He was dumbfounded and confused as ever. He couldn't believe his eyes

He finds a left over gun on his beside table, which tells him they were trying to kill him. He didn't touch it, but his hand hovered over it, before he snatched his hand away and growled. "Fuck!" he grits, banging his hand against the wall. He looked behind him and felt around for his phone to call up Devon and Benny

"Hello?" Devon says

"Getcho ass to my place right now."

"Ight hello to you too nigga."

"You and Benny bring yo asses here, now."

"What we do?"

"Nothin' just come!"

"Okay damn. Bye."

He walks around his apartment some more, trying to see if anything else of his stuff is gone. They seem to have just taken his TV but they were obviously looking for something that had to do with Scott.

10 minutes later, he hears knocking at his door. He goes over to open it seeing Devon, Benny and Damien all standing there casually and collected.

They looked around the place and they immediately catch on to what's happened. "What the fuck? What happened?" Benny asks, stepping over scattered money

"They fuckin' robbed me!" Michael exclaims, throwing his hands up in the air in exasperation. "Ion know what the fuck got into their heads but when I get up out my crib-"

"What they take?" Devon asks

"My damn TV but thass just about it."

"Nah man even though they took yo TV, this wasn't some robbery, they were lookin' for somethin. They looked through all yo shit." Damien explains, walking into the kitchen, but that was the only area that was untouched

Michael balls up his fists and shakes his head, blowing air out of his mouth to calm down. "It looks like they were tryna frame yo ass Mike. Look at all these drugs an money. This shit weird as fuck." Devon observes

"Whoever did this, is dead. I'm killin' they asses." Michael grits, tightly, kicking over a misplaced chair from the dining room

They exchanged looks amongst each other before Benny lazily surrendered up his hands. "Mike you better calm down. We ain't finna get arrested over this shit."

"So we boutta sit here and do nothin'? Iss obvious it was Trey or Scott's guys! They planned this shit! Imma go down to the hospital that nigga's located in and finish him off. I'm tired of this shit man. Look what they did!" He continues on with his rant of anger as they watched him in the distance

Damien then remembers what Trey said about wanting to kill Michael and get him back but he decides not to instigate. Seeing how mad Michael is, it's not a good idea to add fuel to the fire.

"Bro calm the fuck down ight? You wanna make this situation worse?" Damien asks, pushing Michael back from leaving out the door

He pushes Damien off of him. "Don't touch me." He lazily replied. "Ion care bout gettin' locked up no more. They're dead. I ain't playin' Mr. Nice no more. They wanna jump me, lost, and now they wanna rob, and frame me? Fuck it. I'm done."