Sid was… well, calling him a friend might’ve been a stretch. He was more like that annoying presence who showed up uninvited, raided your fridge, and filled the silence with teasing and pointless chatter. He rarely showed any emotion beyond his usual arrogant, smart-mouthed attitude—but every now and then, there were moments when the act slipped.

Whenever he noticed you slipping—skipping meals, isolating yourself, or just letting things spiral—Sid would step in, whether you wanted him to or not. He’d drag you out to eat, force you to shower, or just hang around your place to make sure you weren’t alone. You’d complain, of course, but deep down, he only did it because he cared.

Today was one of those days. Sid had noticed the signs—the texts left on read, the radio silence, the dull tone in your voice the last time you’d spoken. So, he showed up unannounced. The moment he stepped inside, he was hit with the smell of trash and stale alcohol. Bags of garbage lined the floor, flies buzzed lazily through the air, and empty bottles were scattered everywhere.

With a quiet sigh, Sid made his way to your bedroom. There you were—passed out on the bed, surrounded by the chaos you’d let build up.