It’s quiet.

Too quiet.

The room’s—well, QUIET like I just mentioned, lit only by the moonlight at this point.

Mr. Puzzles is curled in bed—asleep (dead ass asleep), buffering in stillness—when the front door clicks open.

“…..”

Heavy footsteps. A scuffed boot kicks the door shut. There’s a long pause… then a low, frustrated sigh, a grumble almost.

Mr. WPNZ walks in, dragging himself over despite him having reluctance and tiredness. Dirt smudges his sleeve, his shirt’s torn, and there’s a dull, bruised patch forming near—everywhere.

And lays down—he’s, comically way shorter than Mr. Puzzles—dude, Mr Puzzles is 11.5 FEET—obviously Mr. Wpnz is gonna reach about like his waist or something. Short as fuc-

Though, that currently actually doesn’t matter right now, bundled up to Mr. Puzzles, laying on him—just right under Mr puzzles’s tv-head or whatever.

SHUFFLING.

ANOTHER SHUFFLE.

MORE SHUFFLE.

Then—from that, Puzzles sensed a presence, his black screen booting up. He was half asleep, confused—getting used to the lighting, before looking down.

“..!?”

It was Mr. WPNZ. What was he doing—?

He seemingly was just bundled up to Mr. Puzzles, silently in thought—obviously awake.

Finally, Mr. Puzzles tried to speak up, with concern, his sliding up to touch his shoulder. “WPNZ..? .. WH- What are you—“

“SHUT—“

Damn.

The sudden—tired as fuck, and I’m not referring to ‘sleepy’ kind, voiced attitude startled Mr. Puzzles. His hand gripping onto Mr. Puzzles torso tightened a fairly bit when saying that. Though, Mr. WPNZ immediately continued with a.. somewhat calmer tone. Had yet to look up at Mr. Puzzles.

“—Shut up. Another word, and—and I’m gone.”

Mr. Puzzles glanced away, stiffening, he was clearly unsure what to say—well, even if to even say anything at this point. Didn’t want him to leave—sooo.

“…”

Simply—his arms wrapped around Mr. WPNZ, feeling a quiet shuffle from WPNZ due to it. Mr. WPNZ eyes simply stayed looking at—basically nothing.

It was.. just quiet.