Black yawned, stepping out into the living room whilst scratching his head. Why did it have to be so fucking cold and bright today? He just wanted to sleep in but, apparently, he wasn't allowed. He stumbled into the bathroom and pried open a droopy eye. He ran a hand through his hair and reached for the nearest brush. He needed to look his best, even at 7:00 in the morning. Why? Because he was Black. After managing to tame his hair his vision had cleared from the cloudiness that was there before. Once he peered into the mirror, the most horrid and terrifying sight greeted him. He couldn't breath for a second and his entire body froze and grew cold. What…what was this monster that stood before him, this couldn't be his reflection right…right!? He backed away shaking his head slowly and hands pressed to his mouth, eyes widened in pure shock and terror. He whipped around and screeched as loudly as he could.
"BARRY!" His voice carried through out the house and startled the blonde awake. Brendan stirred.
"Black?! Whats wrong?! Is there a bug in the bathroom again?!" he called back whilst yawning.
"NO! IT'S WORSE! BARRY IM GOING TO DIE!" His sobbed response made the blonde slightly nervous.
"Hold on, I'm coming… you fucking…" He mumbled before stumbling to the bathroom. Black practically threw himself at him and Barry caught him, a frown on his face. He awkwardly patted the trainer's back and pushed him away gently.
"Whats the matter with you? You look fine to me." He grumbled. Black looked up, tears falling down his face.
"B-Black are you ok?!" Brendan asked, appearing behind Barry, his eyes round with worry.
"I-I…I…" He gasped between sobs. Brendan reached out to hug him and Black accepted it, flopping against him.
"I have a pimple!" He cried and Barry froze. His eye twitched, he looked at the barley functioning clock and clenched his fists, trembling with anger.
"So you woke me up, at 7:08 in the morning by screaming your face off BECAUSE OF A MOTHER FUCKING pimple!?" Barry snarled. Black gave him a look and Brendan grasped his hand.
"Barry, this is an important, deadly situation!" Black retorted, clearly upset. Barry glared daggers at him.
"I'm going to shoot you…" Barry muttered.
"PULL THE TRIGGER BARRY!" He pleaded. Barry just rolled his eyes.
"I'm going back to bed, call me when your really dying…" He grumbled, storming off.
"BAARRRYYYYY!" Black cried.
"Bren please help meeeee…." He sobbed. Brendan gently hushed him.
"I-Im sure you'll be ok" Brendan reassured, kissing him gently on the cheek.
"At least SOMEONE cares!" Black raised his voice.
"FUCK YOU!" Barry responded.