Thud! Thud! Thud!
Felix cracked open an eye as he was awoken by a sudden loud noise, after a moment of silence he started to fall back asleep, but then the noise sounded again. It was knocking, Felix pulled himself out of bed and started towards the front room. The knocking got more frantic and the builder quickened up his pace, finally he opened the door and regarded his guest with tired eyes.
"FELIX!"
The sudden shout made Felix jump, now fully awake and alert, in front of him stood the racer Turbo, someone who Felix had only started to get to know a few weeks ago, when they were both plugged in around the same time.
"What do you need friend?"
Felix asked, concern painting his features. Turbo looked a mess, he was sweating previously and his eyes were slightly bulging from their sockets.
"I NEED YOUR HELP RIGHT NOW, IT'S URGENT!"
The white clad racer shouted, he pushed passed Felix and hurriedly walked into the penthouse as to not immediatly alert anyone of his predicament.
"W-Why!? W-What's the matter?"
The builder hurried after his friend, who'd crawled onto the couch, Felix closed the door behind him as he looked over to Turbo.
"I NEED YOU TO FUCKIN' FIX SOMETHING, I'M FUCKING DYING OVER HERE SO MAKE IT QUICK!"
"O-Okay! Let me get my hammer-"
"YOU CAN'T USE THE FUCKIN' HAMMER, JUST FUCKING FIX ME ON YOUR OWN!"
"Why? Why can't I use my-"
"BECAUSE I SHOVED IT UP MY ASS."
. . .
Felix was at a loss for words, he stared on, wide eyed, towards Turbo as the other lay face down on the couch and glared at him from the corner of his eye. The builder swallowed, standing completely still as he tried to process what he'd been told.
"You... You... .. ."
Felix could barely manage a whisper, he slowly looked around his home, where his belt sat, the hammer was missing. He looked back at his door, it'd already been unlocked, and, worst of all, Turbo smelt like root beer.
O-Oh my...