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The original can be found searching creepypasta under: Call Me Tomorrow, Okay?
Characters: Axel and Roxas. Slight mentioning of Demyx.
Rated: M for gore and use of language.
Just Can't Wait For His Call…
For the tenth time that evening I plucked my phone out of my pocket. Still no new messages. Well, actually, I did have one, but it wasn't from the person I wanted, just my old friend Demyx.
And yet, I was simply confused. He had said he would call me today, after our date last night. Things had gone so well! He had even took me to his house and… showed me his bedroom, if you know what I mean.
It really had been one exciting night, and all I wanted to do was see him again… but he had told me he would be the one calling me, and not to worry. So I just had to wait. I really didn't want to sound desperate.
In the mean time I would just listen to the message Demyx had sent me.
I hated the strange voice of the operator before it let me finally hear my message, but finally it beeped and Demyx's voice flowed through the speaker, "Helllllo? AXEL? Why didn't you answer your phone, you jerk faced lizard?! Call me back and tell me how your date with that Roxas kid went last night, or were you too chicken to even ask him out? Bye!"
Beep. You have no new messages. I'd call Demyx back later, he could wait.
I took this time to glance at the clock. Seven PM. If he was going to call me he should have done it by now.
This was just not acceptable!
… Maybe he was too nervous to call me! That had to have been it! I mean the only other explanation would be that he was out…
Well, I guess I could swing by his house and see. Oh geez, I was starting to sound a bit creepy… if only you knew the fun we'd had on our date, then you would have understood.
So thus, I decided to just drive past and see if his car was there. I grabbed my keys and made my way out to my car.
Roxas only lived about twenty minutes or so from my house, and I passed the time by turning up Mindless Self Indulgence so it blasted from my cars speakers all the way to the adorable blonde's house.
Plus, there was a chance he would invite me in again tonight… and we could have some more fun.
The roads were cleaner up by his house, or at least, cleaner than the city I lived in.
I guess that was why I wasn't surprised after I parked my car in his driveway and, after knocking and waiting a few minutes, found the doorknob to be unlocked. His car was in the driveway so he had to be home… but I wasn't sure if he would be freaked out by me just entering his house.
Rolling my eyes at the thought, I pushed my way into his house. I could just say I was worried or some shit.
Carefully I tiptoed my way up to his room and peeked into the door, there was a lump on the bed, letting a smirk dawn upon my face, I pushed on the light.
His normally big blue eyes were shut, but his face was staring straight at the ceiling.
Clumps of his beautiful golden blonde hair had been torn out so forcefully that blood stained the hair surrounding the missing clumps. The torn out hair was scattered around his bedroom.
My eyes glanced at his face, where his cheeks had twisted burns, fresh and scorching red. It made the skin hang limp on his face, and I could already smell the burnt flesh.
As my eyes traveled farther down I saw that there were words carved into his chest, and chunks of random flesh had been cut off in triangular shapes.
A few of his fingers lay limp, looking like they had been pulled back so far that they had snapped. With a more scrutinized look I saw all of his finger nails had been peeled off and lay scattered around the room with his hair.
My eyes went wide and I instantly threw my hands over my mouth.
He was just the same as I had left him yesterday! He had slept all the way through the night!
Roxas was much too adorable for his own good!
I leaned down to place a kiss on his forehead, and then leave a new message on his chest for him to call me when he let out a shriek.
My smile turned into a frown. I really hadn't planned on waking him up; he was too cute when he was asleep to wake up.
But, I took this as my opportunity.
"Roxy baby! You forgot to call me!"
He made a muffled sound.
"What was that sweetie?"
"I… said…" He said slowly, as if in excruciating pain, but I knew it was just his grogginess, "You're… a… sick… bastard."
I chuckled, "But baby, you weren't saying that last night!" And then I winked at him, taking a moment to fondly run a hand over his burnt cheek, which resulted in him letting out a low hiss.
"I… was! You… fucking… fucking… followed… me home… I don't even… know… your… goddamn… name…"
Those gasps for breath were really starting to get on my nerves.
I raised my hand and slapped him hard, not caring about the scream that followed.
"We went on a motherfucking date! I told you to get it fucking memorized! It's Axel! A-X-E-L."
For a few minutes he didn't talk, just let out vicious sobs and moaning noises from time to time.
And I finally felt very bad.
"Oh pretty baby, I'm so sorry I hit you."
I gathered his small body to mine and smiled lightly as my white shirt began to stain red.
"Fuckin'…" All energy was gone from his voice. It was so adorable how sleepy he could get! "My parents… will be home… tomorrow… sick… fuck…"
And with that his big blue eyes rolled to the back of his head.
He had fallen asleep!
I gently set him back down onto his bed and then quietly tip toed out of the room.
He loved me so much he was even going to introduce me to his parents tomorrow.
I was sure they would love me too.
A/N; Well this was just oodles and oodles of fun to write. I guess I can't say much but to enjoy my personal first attempt at a gore/horror story. This is just one of many! So please stay tuned for more! Also, R/R is appreciated, even if it is just you calling us sick fucks! Bye bye!
