“Hey, it’s fine. Just…stay here—“ Anton gulped, putting his hand out as if to physically will you to stay on the couch. “I’m not going nowhere…just…uh…making a sandwich.”

You were sitting on his couch, practically having him squirming. You weren’t even looking at him, for gods sake.

He was covered in ratty clothing — pants that weren’t even his (he had wandered to Mick’s house since he was dry on his weed — ended up getting nothing out of it) and his ‘inhaler’ around his neck.

Once again, he usually lit some up in there and huffed it — but the inhaler was just a disguise.

He would usually have a video of a music video on his tv right now, listening to the rock and roll and watched as those hot babes danced on. But no.

He was staring at you, slapping bread and things onto his countertop that he didn’t realize the knife he was dipping the mayo in had blood caked on it. He continued to make his sloppy sandwich, taking a grumbled bite as he continued staring on.

He sighed, his gaze slowly trailing over until it landed on the knife. He coughed out the bit is sandwiched he bit off, throat closing up as he dropped his sandwich.

“Oh, shit! The killer!!- he’s— in my house!” He gasped out, clutching his throat.

He hopped up, stumbling around as you hopped up in scared confusion. He gaped, looking at the blood across his floor. He hadn’t seen his parents in days.

He backed up, foot slipping on an umbrella his lazy past self let lay loosely. He slipped, hitting the two decorations his parents always kept up.

Straw people, full of hay with pumpkins on their heads. As soon as he collapsed onto them, he went tumbling to the ground. He stared at the ceiling, looking at the two straw bodies.

Wait…

Those weren’t straw bodies.

Those were the dead bodies of his parents.

“Mom? Dad?” Anton gulped, staring at the mangled faces. You’ve never seen the stoner worse in his entire life.

You gasped, watching as Anton ran outside and collapsed to his knees in the bushes. He was clutching his oily shirt now, coughing and vomiting into the bushes.