muted noise - subzeroextabyte

(Italics = Sign-language Bold = Writing on Phone/Notepad)

Corse language MAY be used, you have been warned.

Tyler's POV

A figure wrapped it's hands around my mouth, and a cold, sharp object against my neck. It said

"Do not trust Sub, he is not who he seems, he is a dark, heartless freak, with a ego split in two. If you tell him about this, I will personally kill you, and Sub." It sounded like Jerome or Ty, I couldn't tell because the hand covering my mouth had slightly covered my ear. The figure cut slightly into my neck, and left.

Sub was hiding something for sure, everyone already assumed that something was happening. They always tried to talk him into saying what was wrong, but he never said.

But now he was in real trouble.

Sub's POV

After a long day of sobbing, I decided to go see the state of my phone, one of the few things I could use to communicate. It was horribly cracked, with some glass missing, and you could barely see anything. I had about eleven texts from both Adam and Tyler.

I sighed, and sat on the couch, watching the news. Nothing deadly important, like a plane crashing into something. All things about stars, sports, and sales. I got up, and lazily made some toast, and slathered it in butter. Eating it gingerly, I decided to continue the animation I was making.

After about four hours of flawless emotion masking, I decided to do something else.

That something else was to make shapes out of the broken decorated pot, and then something hit me. I haven-

"Helloooo dreary!"

Author~

Yes, cliffhanger. One small chapter, because I was bored.

Is it wrong that it snowed today?