Charles hopped off the bus after he had quite a wacky day. The bus zipped away from the bus stop, and Charles turned to face the suburban establishment he called home. He approached the door and inserted his steel key into the lock, turning it with a click. The door swung open, and Charles entered the comfortable tranquility that filled his house. It was a Friday afternoon, and Charles closed the door behind him with a strange feeling that it was going to be a long weekend.

Charles headed straight for his room, laying on the bed with a sigh. He plucked his phone from his pocket and started the Youtube application. But before he could do so, his phone buzzed violently like a roly poly on a Mount Everest expedition. Shortly after imagining such a silly scenario as a pill bug pilgrimage, Charles realized that the vibration was triggered by a textual message. Charles switched to the Message application, where the text message awaited him.

(the next segment will have brackets around it to show that it's a text conversation so if you see it later now you know what it means k thx bae)

[initiate textual converstation]

Sniffer: yo whats up on this beautiful afternoon with the orange sun shine shinin down on us all

Billy: What's up with all the poetry you're doing lately

Billy: It's kind of annoying honestly

Sniffer: you know whats annoying

Sniffer: is when I turn on this cooking channel and I see all these snobs flaunting their noses around

Sniffer: auggh curse you autocorrect

Sniffer: trying to capitalize my I's

Sniffer: AUGH

Billy: Just turn it off

Sniffer: you really think I have the time to go all the way to the settings application

Billy: Um…

Billy: Yes?

Sniffer: ok

Billy: So is there any reason you sent me a textual message in the message application

Sniffer: just trying see whats hip and happenin with my brother

Billy: Ok well I'm kinda trying to just hang out alone so

Sniffer: fine never speak to me again fine

Sniffer: I hope you die

Billy: No it's not like that man come on

Sniffer has closed the message application

Billy; aw snap

[deinitiate textual conversation]

It was at this time when Charles started to realize how odd the whole naming thing him and his friends organized for the message application. His name on the message application was Billy, and his friend's message name was Sniffer, though conveniently Charles could not recall his real name, and is thus a terrible friend. Charles and his group of goons just started doing it suddenly. There is absolutely no reason for it, and it will probably never be of importance.

Charles suddenly recalled his original plan for the evening, and restarted the Youtube application. He noticed a brand new episode of Book Hypothesis, his favorite series. It seemed that this brand new episode was a hypothesis on Charles' favorite novel too, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. Charles never actually read the first two books, but he loved Prisoner of Azkaban. In fact, he filled a whole composition book with all his Prisoner of Azkaban hypotheses. The one he was most proud of is the one where buckbeak is actually dead the whole time and the entire book takes place in his hallucinations in his final moments.

After viewing the Book Hypothesis video, Charles could say for certain that it was a great hypothesis. There's really nothing else that needs to be said about the whole debacle.

Now that Charles had his down time, he thought it was time to take out the trash. He sauntered to his kitchen and grabbed the roll of trash bags, ripping a bag off of the roll. He then proceeded to open the bag, and then walked to every room in his house, gradually filling up his bag with trash. When the bag was filled, Charles tied his masterful square knot using two ends of the bag. Now that the bag was secure so that trash would not fall out of the top, Charles hefted the large bag to his trash bin outdoors, in his backyard. He approached the green bin slowly, gradually making his way to the rectangular prism. Charles was just about there when he noticed some trash spilling out of the bag. He leaned down and saw the ripped hole from which the trash was spilling out of. With a groan, Charles made his way back into his home to look for some sort of bonding agent to repair the hole. He went to his room and rummaged through his drawers, eventually stumbling upon a roll of duct tape. He retraced his steps, making his way back the the trash bag. When he had made it to the trash bag, Charles ripped a foot of tape from the roll. He placed the piece of tape cleanly over the hole, bonding the two sides of the hole together, thus sealing the hole. Charles then took a long breath, lifting the large sack of garbage above him and tossing it into the bin. The bin then fell over, and with another groan, Charles turned the bin right side up, with the bag of trash sitting neatly inside it. After entering his home once more, Charles could safely say that the whole fiasco that just unfolded was essential to the story and not just a waste of time.

Charles sat down in his chair with a sigh, opening his backpack to review the load of homework that he had to accomplish this weekend. He recalled that he had a science project due on Monday, and he hadn't even started it! He cursed on plague on both his houses, and started brainstorming for what he wanted to create for his science fair project. After what seemed like ages, he decided to turn to one of his brightest contacts. Charles opened up his phone and entered the Message application.

[initiate textual conversation]

Billy: I need your help

Billy: Yet again

Rosebud: What kind of advice are you in need for, my friend?

Billy: The science fair

Billy: I have absolutely no idea what I'm going to do

Rosebud: Don't you know how to make some kind of nuclear reactor?

Billy: Yes

Rosebud: Why not do that?

Billy: Ugh

Billy: But I know everybody's going to do that

Rosebud: True.

Billy: I know!

Billy: I'll use the turnip serum I created the other day

Rosebud: So, you didn't need my help at all.

Billy: Guess not

Billy: Not sure where I put all the ingredients though

Rosebud: What do you need?

Billy: 3 liters of detergent, 2 cups of sulfur, and a quart of bleach

Rosebud: Well, the detergent should be in your laundry room, sulfur in your bedroom, and bleach is probably in the basement.

Billy: Dang

Billy: How do you know all this

Rosebud: I have my connections.

Billy: Ok sure

Charles made his way to the laundry room. Above the washing machine was a jug of Downy detergent, which is the only good detergent, as studies show. He grabbed the detergent, and placed it on the table lying in the middle of the living room. It was a central room for groups, but since he lived alone, it kind of just became his chemistry table. Well, kind of alone…

Charles reached down under his bed to find the mound of sulfur he collected there. He grabbed a handful and placed it on his table with the detergent.

Rosebud: Have you found all your supplies yet?

Billy: Yee

Billy: All that's left is

The basement.

Charles peered down the rickety steps at the cold dark corridor that lied below. He loathed the basement. In fact, he should probably leave the bleach up here for the next time he makes his turn-

Rosebud: What?

Billy: What?

Rosebud: What do you have left?

Billy: Oh sorry I forgot to put it in the textual conversation

Billy: I guess I was too distracted by

The basement.

Charles peered down the rickety steps at the cold dark corridor that lied below. He loathed the basement. In fact, he should probably leave the bleach up here for the next time he makes his turn-

Rosebud: WHAT?

Billy: Oops I done it again

Billy: The basement

Speaking of the basement, Charles peered down the rickety steps at the cold dark corridor that lied below. He loathed the basement. In fact, he should probably leave the bleach up here for the next time he makes his turn-

Charles kind of lost his train of thought, and decided to just go down to the basement already. As he descended, shadows engulfed him. He used the flashlight functionality on his cellular phone to see the room that lied in front of him. Chills ran down his spine as he approached the jar of bleach that stood neatly on a crate 2 feet in front of him.

Too neatly…

Charles grabbed the jar, half expecting something horrible to happen in seconds. To his surprise however, nothing of the sort occurred.

Rosebud: Did you get the bleach yet?

Billy: Yep

Billy: I'm bringing it up right now and putting it with the oth

Rosebud: Um… Charles?

Rosebud: Are you there?

The phone fell out of Charles' hand as a warm breath hit his neck. He slowly turned his head and gasped as he came face to face with the greatest terror he had ever witnessed.

TO BE CONTINUNED…