I could barely believe that it had been a week (and by that, I mean I couldn't believe that it had only been a week) since Serge arrived. I mean, I loved him like a brother and all, but he was pushing me out of my personal boundaries…too much. But it was time for him to go back to New York City and back to Gavin. He'd be attending the community collage soon (Haha, see? My anti-socialness came in handy. I'm in university) and would probably be smart to go back to town.
"Serge, call me as soon as you get back!" I told him as he pulled me into one of his bone-crushing hugs.
"H-have fun in collage." Sq- TODD! DAMMIT! Told him, hesitantly.
"Aw, thanks little dude!" Serge smiled at him.
I watched my best friend leave the place I was forced to call my 'home'. Probably for the last time, considering what happened over the next few days.

Serge's POV

I stepped out of Trixie's new house. I started walking to my car (it was parked in a parking lot at the convenience store on the corner). The streets were pretty much deserted (not too odd, considering the fact that most people would be at work…well, other than the hobos crowding the streets) I finally turned that last corner and looked at the 7/11. I smiled. I'd been good about my eating habits; I could get a quick snack for the road. I walked in and nearly walked right back out. Standing right in front of the Brain-Freezies was that creepy neighbor dude, Johnny. Then I shrugged…I mean, there were a few others in there, too, plus the clerk (who, I knew would have a gun under the counter, as I was a clerk at a convenience store back home in high school); so I would be safe.

Or so I thought. Turns out the thing was out of order (by this I mean the Brain-Freezy machine. I think his brain's been out of order for a while, now).
"Sorry, bro. The thing's been busted all day." The awkward, pimply clerk told the scary man.
"…Oh…" The neighbor muttered. He sounded like he was gonna lose it or something. I shot a quick glare at him. Couldn't he get something else and leave, already? I…kind of forget what happened next. It's like…when you're hung over and have no clue what you did last night. It's just blackness when you try to remember. But no matter how hard I try, all I remember is passing out, and a lot of gore. I woke up…someplace different.

It was the place Trixie had described to me just a few short days ago, where she claims to have woken up. That scary neighbor guys' house.
"He-Hello? Is anyone…there?" I squeaked, terrified out of my mind. No response. I slowly walked forward, the floor creaking beneath me as I did. I made my way to the door and slowly turned the knob.

Dun, dun, duhhhhhhhh! Sorry this is so short, like, 500 words, but I had to do this quick update to get this out of my skull. THIS is what I've been planning for a LONG time! The reason for all of the short, bland chapters, the reason I had no clue what to write (well, no clue HOW to write it), and the reason for all of those fillers. Serge is now in Nny's house! Will Trix save him? Find out… Okay, I can't promise it soon, I have a bunch of HUGE writing projects (in French AND English) at school (I honestly have a HUGE speech to write this weekend), which is why I haven't updated in so long…and I'm lazy, too. And I'm now suffering from writers block once more… Yeah, I just wanted to get this out there, since I haven't updated in a long time… So, here we are.