He approaches the door. His movements are slow; as if he were walking on air. Every footstep, every twitch of a muscle is meticulous, like they were all planned. When he finally reaches the door, he lets his body relax; giving himself more of a casual look. He firmly knocks on the door.
"One second!" a voice from the other side speaks.
After hearing a few thumps, eventually, he hears a few locks come undone before the door swings open. Opening the door is a man with glasses and light brown hair. He's still in his pajama's which consist of a plain red t-shirt, and pants with Batman on them. The visitor is almost sure that he only just put them on; suspecting that the brown haired man was originally only wearing his boxers instead of pants.
"Hey." the visitor speaks.
"Oh, what's up Nate! I see you're back from Brighton. Did you...have a good time?" he asked with a slight edge to his voice.
Nathan sighs, "Yeah, I just wanted to talk to you about..things..."
Understanding, Matthew opens the door wider, "Oh, yeah...come on in..."
Nathan can't help the small smirk that creeps up to his face as we walks past Mat.
He's practically dripping with fear.
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Control- An Antisepticeye Story
FanfictionI woke up in an unfamiliar place. I was in a room with TVs all stacked on the wall in front of me. I felt of ping of pain in my head and my memory came flushing back. Suddenly, the TVs flashed to life, all sitting on static. Jack's face came up on t...
