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(3) [The Plan] {2}

*3rd person POV*
Darryl has never been the type of person who likes other people.
He knew that.
Everyone knew that.
But there was someone, who didn't seem to care. Even with all of the things that Darryl did to him, this guy was always by his side. No matter what.

Eventually, Darryl gave up, as he started to somehow enjoying having some company.
Even if they didn't have that much conversation, they were somehow close friends, and more than that, he was the  first, and only friend Darryl ever had.

He was the original creator of MunchyMC. His name was Daniel. Better known as "DamnNightmare" They met 7 years ago, back in 2012.
Darryl remember perfectly these times where Daniel said he wanted to meet up, to do things together. Definitely, this guy was the type of people that wants the best for their friends, or so he thought back then.

The boy with green eyes, regrets every single part of this.

*Back on history*
Darryl sighed, knowing that he had to make a decision, and it will be better if he make it fast.
He went out of his room, just to find out the living room being a mess.
-"RAT! Come here RIGHT NOW"  He yelled, frustrated, knowing that she wouldn't understand him.

As Darryl was cleaning, he realized he didn't even knew the last time he went out of his house.
"I mean, I don't really have a reason to go out tho" he thought.
Continuing, he decided that instead of going out, he would go to the other place he also didn't remember the last time he went there.

His basement.

He remembered that the person who sold the house to him, didn't tell him about it. He just came and found out by himself
"Its awesome, I have kind of a room for free I guess" he thought at that moment.
"Maybe it would count as a... spare room?" He asked himself,not being sure about neither of the options.
Meanwhile, he entered the room and instantly remembered why it wasn't a nice place to be in:
It was gross, totally abandoned. They were rats, sticky things that he didn't even know what they were, or how they got there.
But more than that, there were boxes and furniture in poor conditions, which he had never dedicated to moving from there.
"Well, It wouldn't really be that bad if it wasn't for this gross unknown smell that is all over the room" He lied to himself, trying to feel better for not paying any type of attention to this room, in all the years he has been living there.

While he was trying to put some order, the idea of the admin of making two interviews, was running on his head.
"I mean, I guess, after all, I didn't need to think that much of that. Daniel would not want me to overthink it."
"He knew me too well" he sighed, "Maybe thats why it didn't end nicely."

Knowing that Daniel wouldn't want Darryl to spend all his day thinking about it, he made the decision that would change his live forever.

"I'm not going to do it".