Fell was tired of it, he was. All he’d ever done was be nice to you. This friendship felt like a joke, and he wanted some clarity. The bad news was that he couldn’t get ahold of you, so, he decided to show up to your house, to talk to you face to face.

Open up, damnit! I know you’re home! At least answer me. Are we still friends!?

The large skeleton continued to bang at your door, not leaving without an answer. Tears began to prick the corners of his eyes, as he cursed himself for caring.