The cars outside the window zoomed by quickly. Not one stopping to let a single pedestrian cross to the other side. The loud noises of the street traveled in through the large glass window at the wall of Stuart Pot's apartment.
He stared out blankly, as he always did, scanning each car and bike and person he could. He simply stood there. The people outside were hurriedly running off somewhere. He blinked, the vehicles not even stopping while his sight had temporarily ceased.
They must all be late for something, 2D thought.
He heard the loud distinct sound of a cars horn honk, and then a portion of the intersection went still. Someone had come out of their car and waved a fist at the one across, throwing out angry spits and cussing violently.
The world outside his room seemed depressing. But being alone wasn't much better either. Ever since... Noodle was killed, he hadn't been the same.
His head aches got worse, he would get sudden panic and anxiety attacks, he may have even become an anorexic because of that. His pills had been prescribed personally to a double dose of his normal, which was one or two pills more than what doctors prescribed.
2D often had memories flood back in dreams, and would wake up drenched in sweat and tears. He'd have to sit in the corner of his bed, rocking himself in a comforting manner until he could sleep again, or if he could sleep again.
Today was no different. He woke at around three am and had to whisper comforting songs to himself until around four thirty. Then he took his usual spot in front of his large window, watching the busy people carry on with their lives like no one ever invaded their thoughts or dreams.
He debated getting something to eat or not, he hadn't eaten all day yet. Although he was quite hungry, he never felt like he could stomach any type of food. He usually ended up with himself on the floor and his meal in the trash or toilet. Just the thought of it was making him feel sick. 2D quickly shook his head, clearing the idea of eating completely.
A small knocking sound, hardly audible, came from behind him in the doors direction. He twitched at the sound, turning slightly to face the wooden door. It looked like his mail slot was swaying, like something had just moved it. Glancing lower, there was no envelopes in front of the door, so there was no reason for the slot to move. Feeling uncomfortable now, he turned slowly to go back to his window watching.
After a moment, a clink sounded again. He chose to ignore it, feeling it would be best not to feed his anxiety and paranoia.
Perhaps it would have been better to check what had made the sound, because a thick layer of smoke had been gathering in the room from a hose in the mail slot.
At his next inhale, he could smell and feel the difference in the air. It was heavier, smelled foul, it wasn't right. But out of obvious automatic reaction, he inhaled again curious as to what it could have been.
Bad idea.
His vision blurred quickly, and it seemed that everything around him was being shown in frames. Frame by frame everything got dimmer, and foggier. 2D silently whispered a curse to himself as his eyes involuntarily started to shut. Already half lidded, he began to sway, mentally and physically. He attempted to keep his balance as he slipped in and out of consciousness. his eyes closed for good, and his consciousness was lost.
He limply fell forward and his forehead smashed into the glass of his large window. A small trickle of blood came from the newly made cut just formed under his hat. The glass had even cracked from his impact.
The gas had stopped being stuffed into the room, and the hose pulled from the slot. As the door creaked open, a tall black figure with glowing eyes and a gas mask stepped in. The mask was not to protect himself from the air inside, rather it was perhaps part of his face, showing off a long crooked nose. His long black cloak only showed his head and bony thin hands. If the creature could laugh, it probably would have at the sight he caused. The man bleeding against the glass.
He walked over swiftly, taking 2D and dragging him somewhere out of sight.
AN. A new storeh! Hope you like it~ah well, this is noy a one shot for once so I'm happy 'bout that. This chapter is kinda, y'know, based off of the 2D Plastic Beach ident video. If you haven't seen it, please go look it up ^.^ I know this is short but thats cuz it's just an intro, I'll make the next things longer k?
I'll need a few reviews before the next chapter is posted. Like, 5? come on, please?
