This is a continuation of 6B from my old account timepasser
It starts from the beginning and it will have changes in it. but ultimately, still the same plot.
So read up and enjoy! -I do not own any of said characters-
It was late at night. There were layers of clouds covering the moon lit sky. The cold air was as crisp as the golden leaves it blew. The wolves were howling with the wind. The dancing shadows sent creeping shivers down a young man's back. He looked around as the trees took shape of the demons they hid. His step became faster with every crunching sound around him. The cold air nipping at his face as the concrete stuck his feet with icy pain. "Jesus, why did I leave the house like this," he thought to himself as he took out his phone.
The screen blinded his eyes for a moment as he turned it on. He quickly looked around to make sure no one had creeped up around him while he was blinded. He scrolled through his contacts looking for one in particular. Once he found it he hit the call button... No answer. He redialed... Once again no answer. What if this was a disconnected number? No, it would have had a recorded message saying so. What if this person wasn't home? No, this was a cell number. What if this person wanted nothing to do with the boy? What if they hated him and didn't want to see or speak to him?! No... he went back to the contact screen. He read the note below the desired contact. -Call me whenever you need me. If I don't answer, don't to hesitate to come over. Just leave a msg or txt. Doors always locked. Spare key in the forked tree, between the fat trunks. Lock door behind you.-
The boy knew where this person lived. He had been there before, but it had be at least a few years ago. The two had once been close, but things had changed. He looked back in the direction of home. He had gone quite a ways since he left, he was cold, tired, and becoming more paranoid by the second. He had no intention of walking back into the atmosphere he had left. He looked ahead looking for a street sign. Wow, he was a mile away from home. Luckily he was only another half mile away from the other's house. Even though he hadn't talked to his old friend in a while, he decided going over couldn't hurt.
After half an hour of walking and running, he finally reached and old apartment building. Though it was probably made around the 60s, it wasn't a horrible place. The parking lot was a dump, but the building itself looked new in it's old age. He scanned the parking lot for an old black charger. All he saw were a few sedans and a few minivans. He knew the person would never let that car go so he assumed they weren't home, pushing the thought that they no longer lived there out of the way. He looked for a forked tree. He didn't see one so he decided to check around back. It became darker as he ventured more towards the back. As he rounded the corner he triggered a motion sensor on a light. Bright light blasted past him. "Gah!" He yelled and quickly ducked with his hands over his head. When he realized he triggered a light to come on, he slowly rose to his feet. He scanned the building and the tree line. Just when he was about to give up, he spotted a forked tree a few feet in the woods.
"O-oh god! I hope this is it!" The boy ran up to the tree and found it was massive. Once he determined what trunks were the largest, he stood on his toes and reached between them. His hand searched around the bark for anything that felt metal. "Gah!" He pulled his hand back. Something had pricked his finger. He examined the pinprick of ruby red blood escaping his body. Not wanting to go back home, he decided that he would do his best to ignore it, even if he was likely to bleed to death or get infected. Sending his quivering hand back up, he prodded between the two trunks again.
This time he found the key. As it turns out, the thing that pricked him was the keychain it was on. It was a stuffed hedgehog with actual metal nails used as the quills sticked out of it well sewed body. He assumed it was for the protection of the key. As he walked back to the building he realized that he didn't know the apartment number. He searched through his phone to see if it was saved. It didn't even say what level of the building it was on. The boy stammered back against the wall and slid down. He didn't even know how he made it this far. Normally, he would have completely shut down the moment he left his driveway, yet he made it all the way here, he was so close, and now he couldn't even get to the room. He laid his arms on his knees and head on top. Glistening tears started to invade his eyes. He tilted his head to look at the hedgehog that gave him hope and then took it all away. He noticed something he hadn't before. There was something written on its belly. He lifted his head and picked it up to take a closer look. In bold black letter it read "6B". "Oh god, yes!" He jumped up and looked around for some stairs.
While wandering, looking for the stairs, the boy started thinking about the past. He had been friends with this person for years. He thought it was ironic that their apartment number would be "6B". That was their combination. It was the first classroom they ever met in, it was the same class they always had together, their lunch, and that was only the school related events. He soon spotted the stairs. After climbing the steps, he stopped and looked around. At the top was "1B" and next to it was "2B" there looked to be a few more doors down so he assumed "6B" would be at the end. He headed down and sure enough "6B" was the very last door. He clutched the key in his hand and as the dangling hedgehog shook along with his hand. He grabbed a hold of the doorknob and tried to ease his shaking. After a few struggling tries, he finally had the key in the lock. He sighed from relief the moment the key turned and made a click, even more relieved the knob was able to turn. He slowly opened the door to a crack that revealed an empty living room with a single light on down the hallway.