Hey guys... sorry I haven't updated in a while... family problems, but hey *shrugs.* I'm back.
And next week im getting my OWN internet (I don't have to steal my neighbors anymore!) Its wonderful! Plus I can finally play on PSN again, I'm so excited!
Anyways, to make up for my long absence, I m updating this chapter, half way done with writing chapter 9 (should be up tomorrow), and already have the idea for10.
PLUS I'm starting a short story, no more than ten chapters, about Boomer and Bubbles, but it's humorous, Im calling it
"The Not-So Gay Best Friend" and the inspiration goes to the movie GBF (2013) If you get a chance, watch it, it's hilarious XD.

AUTHOR's NOTE!:This story is going to take a turn on the dark side real fast and a lot of stuff won't make sense until the end. That being said, I am changing the rating up for chapter 10, so it will no longer be located in T but in M! Keep and eye out for that! Other than that, enjoy.


Bubbles

I never realized how cold rain could get until now. It was actually kind of pathetic that I was the only one out of the three sisters without a car. Blossom was paid a substantial amount of money for being a nurse, Buttercup had side jobs, ones that I was not too proud of, and then there was me. I worked as a fill in, so my pay wasn't very good compared to the others with fixed positions, but I didn't complain I love my job.

I brought the sleeves of my cardigan to my fists in attempt to keep every inch of my body in at least an inch of warmth. It's days like this when I realized how far away I live from the asylum. It was a thirty minute walk, a like ten to fifteen minute drive. I mean, I've walked farther, it's just hard when rain is pouring down at you like it's nobody's business.

Only a few seconds after that, the first lightning struck, followed by the booming roar of the thunder. Two of my least favorite sounds in the world. At this point, not only was I shaking from the cold, but from the fear as well, and it wasn't until my knight in shining armor showed up that I sighed in relief.

"Whoa, this time you're really soaking." He said with a calm smile as he pulled his car up beside me. Mike ran to the back of the car, grabbed a couple of towels, and handed me one, then placed one on the seat. "This is my bother's car, I don't want to mess it up, you know?"

I was shivering once again, too occupied to care, but all that ran through my head was that strange feeling of déjà vu. He would crack jokes, I would smile while defrosting, and then we would talk about our days. The usual.

My eyes scanned the roads that we passed, and I opened my mouth as we sped down the streets. "I thought you wouldn't mind that I drop my brother's car off at home and take mine.

I nodded and relaxed, slowly drifting away from my conscious state. It had been a trying day at work, just with Boomer finally telling me his past my head was full to the brim. I honestly hoped that Mike would hurry so that I could go home and sleep.

The drive to his house was quiet and short, probably because he didn't want to wake me. He opened the door for me and I smiled, half-asleep as I grabbed onto him for support.

His house was a modern house, a couple stories high with tall elegant glass windows adorning the second floor. His door was glass as well, but he explained to me that his neighborhood was dangerous, so he made sure it was bulletproof, along with all the other windows in his house.

"Well, here you are!" He said once he finished unlocking the door. "Welcome to Casa De Mike!" He flung his keys onto a nearby couch and signaled for me to sit down, which I did. "I'll just go get the keys from my room. Would you like some tea? A change of clothes maybe?" I nodded at both things and he skipped off.

My eyes drifted across the the well decorated room. It had a brilliant balance of black and white, with a touch of vivid colors here and there. For instance, his couches were red, and his kitchen was a purplish theme. It all tied together really well, I liked it.

"Here. Bathroom is the last door to your right down this hall." He said as he handed me a neat pile of clothes. "I'll go make the tea." I made my way cautiously down the hall. It wasn't that I don't trust him, it's just that ever since I was a kid, coming to someone's house for the first time frightened me.

I changed into one of his shirts, that reached down to my knees and a pair of boxer shorts. I then tied my hair back into a messy bun and headed back into the living room. Mike had just finished making the tea and the house was filled with a calming herbal smell.

"Thanks." I said, as I took a seat on the couch once again, and cupped the tea in my hands.

"You're welcome." He said. After awhile he smiled at me. "You look adorable with my clothes on." I giggled at his comment, rolled my eyes, and took a sip of the tea.

"Please, I look like a hot mess, don't be silly." From my lips escaped a yawn, to which he responded with a confused frown.

"You're tired?" He asked softly. I nodded and yawned once more. I was about ready to go home, and that herbal sent wasn't helping.

"Can I tidy up real fast before we go?" I asked, wanting to splash some water on my face. He nodded and I stood and walked to the bathroom.

The walk there was pretty decent. I spent most of it admiring the gigantic hallways of his house. I guess being the grandson of the owner of a mental asylum had its perks. I giggled to myself and splashed a bit of cold water in my face.

I stared at my reflection for awhile as I gripped the porcelain sink. The way my blonde hairs poked out of my imperfect bun, and how lost I looked in clothes that didn't belong to me. For some reason I just felt, unlike myself. I glared at my reflection and frowned. For some reason I felt... Sad.

I decided against talking to myself too long and sighed. "Might as well stop being a rude guest, Bubbles." I muttered to myself with a yawn.

The walk back was a bit harder. My pace began to slow down and an overwhelming wave of nausea drown me. I bent forward, supporting my upper body with my hands on my knees. A few seconds later, my knees gave out, and I fell face first onto the tile flooring as I let out a dry croak:

"Mike!"

It was barely audible, but I knew that if he couldn't hear it, he would eventually see me. Then, my mind began to grow blurry and it became harder for my eyelids to stay open. The last thing I saw, before passing out, were a pair of scarlet stained rain boots.


Robin

I groaned as I slammed my door shut and flicked my shoes off all before flopping down on my bed and sighing. It had been a long day today at work, and with what Bubbles told me earlier, I couldn't help but be overwhelmed by fear. The killer was still out there, probably about to skin his next victim.

I shuddered at the gruesome thoughts and images that filled my head and shot up. I walked toward the nearest drawer, picked some pajamas, and headed into the shower. I hummed quietly to the radio that played loudly in my bedroom and finished my shower a few minutes after that.

I got dressed and grabbed a silver Pop-tart package from my pantry. "Let's see what's on tv." I muttered to myself as I turned it on.

Living by yourself does have its pros and cons. The pros include, walking around with no pants, all the food is yours, and the bathroom is all to yourself. The cons would be watching scary movies by yourself, being alone ninety percent of the time, and having no one to talk to after work. I preferred living alone, but having a roommate might be fun.

Being so lost in my thoughts, I hadn't noticed what movie was on, and cringed when my eyes made contact with the screen. It was a movie about clowns who killed people, one of my biggest fears since I was a kid. I was too lost in my thoughts that I almost missed the loud, excessive banging at my door.

My body jumped, the reaction of any sane person, and I grabbed my blanket while I inched my way toward the door.

"Robin! Open up!" I knew that voice. I knew those hysterical screams, they came from one person and one person only; Bubbles.