He sprinted down the street, holding his new black notebook and golden soap dispenser to his chest. He hadn't stopped running since he noticed that the black creepy smiling winged skeleton thing was still behind him.
He spotted a door to his right and threw it open before slamming it behind him. He groaned as he leaned against the door and slid down it to sit on the floor. "What the fuck was that thing?" he muttered, shaking his head. "Fucking creepy stalker bastard…" With another sigh he looked up to see where he had ended up. In front of his sprawled a huge warehouse. There wasn't much in it, but just enough to run an evil organization or a mafia from. A small living room and a kitchen, a couple cupboards, and a flight of stairs leading to a hallway upstairs. Ivan got up and walked over to the kitchen, where he opened the fridge to find over a hundred bars of chocolate. Eyes wide he opened the freezer and found the same.
"Shit…"
He reached a hand out to take one of the half-frozen treats. Before he could even get his hand in the freezer a circle of cold metal touched his temple.
"Touch and die," a voice growled.
Ivan spun around to face the person and froze. He looked at the blonde… boy? Girl? The person's glare shot the bullets that were surely loaded in the gun that they carried. "Back away from the fridge," the person instructed. Ivan nodded and stepped back. It was then that he saw the redheaded MALE that stood a couple feet from the blonde, playing a Game Boy with a cigarette hanging from his lips.
"Who are you?" the blonde asked. Ivan looked at him. "My name's Ivan Ostos but my friends call me Toasty."
"Toasty? That's a lame name," the redhead commented. The blonde looked at the red. "His name's lame? What about yours? Matt is the least Japanese name I've ever heard," the blonde remarked. Matt looked up from his game and Ivan laughed when he noticed the goggles perched on his forehead. He laughed and the blonde spun around to face him. Suddenly the gun was centimetres from his head. "No not laugh at him!" the blonde exclaimed.
Matt sighed. "Mello calm down."
Mello? That didn't help with the gender identification confusion Ivan was going through. Mello grumbled and looked at the stuff in Ivan's arms. "What's that?" he asked.
Ivan smiled. "This?" He held up the soap dispenser. "I tripped over it while I was running from his fucked up mother father flying black skeleton that I saw because of-" He held up the notebook. "-this." Mello's eyes widened, as did Matt's, which grew to be the size of his goggles. Mello looked over his shoulder at Matt and Matt shook his head. "Doubt it, this guy is a clear North American," Matt said. Silence, and then Matt shrugged. He looked at Ivan. "Say eh," he told him.
"Why do you want me to say 'eh' eh?" Ivan asked.
Matt nodded and looked at Mello. "Definitely Canadian." Mello sighed and looked back to Ivan. "Alright, so you don't know what that is?" Mello asked. Ivan shrugged and then he screamed. "Oh my fucking god! Matt it's right behind you!" Matt turned around and then faced Ivan. "What's behind me?" he asked.
"The fucked up flying skeleton thing!" Ivan replied. Matt and Mello both blinked. "Are you on drugs or something?" they both asked at the same time. The skeleton thing smiled and waved and Ivan screamed again. "Bloody mother fucking hell! Can't you see it!" Matt and Mello shook their heads and Ivan threw the notebook to Mello. "Look!" Ivan screamed.
Mello caught the book and looked over at Matt. "M-Matt," Mello stammered. "Move."