Wilbert rubbed his face.
He had just finished up his job, and was excited to lay back and relax, his only company being Carl.
Where did he work?
The library.
More troubling than you'd think, restocking shelves, checking in books, constantly having to calm kids down and herd them back to the children's zone or their parents. At least it was quiet most of the time.
He jumped when his phone buzzed, pulling it out to look over the new message.
Hey Willy! I was hoping that you and Chase would come with me and Lefty to the park today? Okay thanks bye!
Will sighed, thinking on it. Of course Chase would need a ride, the man never bothered to get a car of his own, always relying on him and someone else.
He shook his head.
He unlocked his door, pushing it open. He set his back pack on its rack, shirked off his jacket, hanging it up as well. He kicked off his shoes, turning to scan over his apartment.
The small kitchen, the table with three chairs to it, even though he hardly had guests over. He smiled at all the potted plants, gently touching the leaves of the nearest ones.
They always made home happy.
He glazed over the rest. The rug on the floor, the small window with hanging vine plants, the couch with the man on it, the hallway leading to his bedroom and the bathroom, and-
Wait hold on.
The what?
He took a double take, jaw dropping at the man on the couch.
He didn't share a home with anyone, and yet there he was.
He looked homeless, with messy, matted gray hair, and clothes with wholes and patches. He wasn't wearing any shoes, and his face was covered his scars.
The thing that stuck out as odd to him was the weird clown mask that he clutched close to his chest even in his sleep.
Carl, his cat, was sitting next to the man's feet, and looked up at him curiously as Wilbert came closer.
His hands were trembling, and he looked around for something to defend himself with, unsure whether this man could, or would, try and harm him.
His phone buzzed, making him jump, whipping around to stare at his bag, before turning to look at the man, heart pounding loudly in his ears.
He hadn't moved, thank god, so he tip toed over to his bag, trying to unzip his back pack as quietly as he could, pulling out his phone and looking at the notification.
It was Chase, asking him to drive him.
He chewed his lip. Should he tell Chase and them about the intruder?
Sorry, can't make it this time, tell Francis and Lefty for me?
Wilbert dropped his head with a groan. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
He turned, going to wake the guy up.
To see him standing a few feet away from him.
Will would never admit that his scream was girly.
The man let out a laugh. "Golly you sound like a little girl!" He erupted into giggles, bending over and clutching his stomach.
Will gasped for breath, hand clasped over his heart. His eyes were wide, staring intently at the man, as if he took his eyes off him, he'd dissapear.
"Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my apartment?!" Wilbert snapped, straightening and putting on the fiercest scowl he could muster, hoping to intimidate the man.
He received a smirk. "Ah, a fiesty one. Haven't dealt with one of those in a while." He cracked his knuckles. "Most call me the Amalgaman, but honestly, I prefer Ennard, so please, call me that." Ennard folded his arms, sending a glance to the side. "Your window was open, and I took it as an invitation to come inside, and this sweet little kitty doesn't seem to mind."
Wilbert felt himself begin to shake. "I have a villian, in my apartment," He gasped for air, feeling like he couldn't breath. His chest felt tight, and he could feel an oncoming panic attack.
Ennard seemed surprised, taking a few steps forward, reaching his hands out.
"Don't touch me!" Will shouted, shaking. He didn't want any villain touching him, this criminal could do anything! News reports flashed through his head.
Mysterious man sighted throughout the city, cause of several murders!
Amalgaman strikes again, murdering three!
A man who wears other people's skin?
His head whirled, and suddenly, the ground was rushing up to greet him, and everything faded to black.
Very sorry for the wait, I can promise that I started working on this chapter after the other one, but some things got in the way, and then I forgot, but hey! Here it is! It's short, but it's here!
Also if you can guess who Wilbert is supposed to be, I'll be very proud of you.