The clock on the stove read ‘1:00’ AM as Rocky narrowed his gaze flying just above the digital time. His lips pulled in a snarl as his fist curled tighter around the spatula in his left palm.

Rocky swiftly lifted his hand up before slamming it down on the poor fly.. missing it. A huff escaped his pulled down lips.

Useless spatula..

He straighten up before looking down the hall at the closed door, eyeballing his roommate’s room before yawning. He could get help with the annoying little fly-

He sputtered, choking on the disgusting little bug as it flew down his windpipe. dammit.