My Precious
They were all gone.
Every. Last. One.
Dan felt rage build within him, hot white in intensity. "Phil." He roared, sprinting into the living room. "Where are they?"
Phil paused Mario Kart, a concerned look on his face. "Where's what?"
"Dammit Phil." Dan growled, "Don't mess with me! I crave them deep in my soul." He began to look behind every item of furniture that could possibly be concealing his precious love.
Phil stood and placed a hand on his semi-psychotic friend's shoulder. Dan stilled and slowly turned to face him, looking quite similar to an addict desperate for a fix. "Calm down Dan."
"You don't understand… this is serious!" Dan glared at his overly innocent flatmate. "I need them so bad and you've gone and eaten them all." He held up a lone Malteser, caressing it with his finger. "This is the only one I can find. This is your fault!"
Phil shook his head. "I didn't eat them though." He held out his pinkie. "I pinkie promise that I did not and never will eat your Maltesers."
Dan laughed, but it was cold. "Lies!" He hissed, "All lies!"
"Drama llama…" Phil muttered, rolling his eyes.
"What was that?"
Phil laughed nervously. "Nothing… You can be a bit scary sometimes, you know?"
"I'm not being scary!" Dan muttered, "I just hunger for my beautiful Maltesers." He groaned, flopping down onto the sofa, Phil followed warily. Dan pouted, "You really didn't eat them?"
Phil shook his head. "I promise I didn't." He stuck out his pinkie again, "I'll swear on my mother's life."
Warily, Dan stuck out his little finger and twined it around Phil's. "Say I did believe you…" Phil smiled hopefully. "Not that I necessarily do…" Dan said quickly, "But if I did… then who ate my Maltesers?"
…
IN ANOTHER DIMENSION
"My precious…" The sock goblin crooned, nuzzling the Maltesers packet.
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