Just like with The Save File is OK before, this story is coming along faster and is easier to write than anything else. Maybe it'll pull me out of my writer's block :P

Either way, I give you chapter three! Enjoy!


I'm awake before I open my eyes and I can already tell that it's the middle of the night. I open my eyes and the dull glow of my alarm clock illuminating half of my otherwise pitch black room confirms it. Turning my head, I check the time and slowly stretch my legs while I extend my arms above me.

It's about two in the morning and I maneuver out of my bed, knowing I have to take a leak. Even though I don't feel it until I stand up, I know I have to because that's the only reason I ever wake up in the middle of the night. My body's weird sometimes, I've just grown to accept it.

I go through the swift routine of relieving myself in the bathroom and make my way back to my waiting bed. Something stops me though and I pause in my doorway with one hand on the frame. I glance down the stairwell into the dark living room where I know sweaty-black-haired-comma guy is on the couch.

'Guess it doesn't hurt to check on him.'

I shuffle quietly down the steps and flick on the overhead light switch at the bottom of the stairs. Sure enough, the guy's still on the couch looking sweaty as ever. It looks like he's stopped shivering though which is good I guess. Actually, he looks a lot better than he did yesterday because it seems like some color has returned to his face.

Maybe we'll be lucky and he'll be up and eating by tomorrow.

I step across the threshold of the living room to the couch and reach over to touch the cloth on his head. As expected it's dry and warm, rendering it useless.

Almost mechanically I dampen the cloth, adjust the blanket, and dab at the beads of sweat on his face like some kind of housemother. I try to ignore that last thought and reason that It comes naturally to me after the years I watched gramps do the same to my sister and I when we were younger.

Once everything is back in order I put my hands on my back and lean backwards in a stretch. Now it's time to get back to my bed and back to sweet sleep. I turn to the stairs and take literally two steps before something compels me to stop again.

I don't even know why I stopped this time but, as I look back at the guy on the old, lumpy, and straight up uncomfortable couch and think about my relished return to a soft, warm, and non-lumpy bed it hits me.

"Shit," I mutter, heading back to the couch, "why do I have to be so damn nice all of the time?"


My mind's numb with a good feeling. I haven't felt something so warm and nice in I don't even know how long. Wasting whatever time it's going to be here for isn't an option.

But, there really isn't any other way to savor the warmth other than to just not think and let it just do its thing and be warm.

So that's what I do.

I clear my mind once again of all my thoughts and feel the warmth bob me up and down in its existence, seeping into my very existence.

Because I do exist.

If this really is a world of nothing, I at least I can find refuge in the fact that I'm something.


Short and sweet! Lil' ol' Green being all kind and stuff c:

While we're on that topic, I'm trying to blend Green's douche-y and stuck-up personality with the hidden kind personality of himself without him being TOO nice and totally becoming OOC.

Am I getting it across right? Any suggestions? Leave a review if you want to point anything out, Green-wise or grammar-wise! Second opinions are helpful!