Tyrone and Matt: Treasures of Oregon.
Hello and welcome to Tyrone and Matt's first book. This is a personal project of mine that I've been wanting to do for some time. I have done art on these characters, written countless rough drafts for their story, and at long last, I have written a decent tale. It will be an expansive universe full of unnecessary drama, but full of heart and a whole lot of adventure. However, Tyrone and Matt deal with a lot of mature subject matter. I wish to warn readers that in this book, there are moments that may trigger you. Tyrone and Matt deals with death, teen suicide, depression, addiction, sexual situations and strong mature themes. Thank you for reading this story and I hope you'll love it. If you wish to see fan art of Tyrone and Matt (done by yours truly of course), follow me on Instagram under Kaito Keyblademaster.
Sincerely
Kaito Keyblademaster
(Yes, I'm a Kingdom Hearts fan as well as a Disney fan, Star Wars fan, Final Fantasy fan, Legend of Zelda fan, One Piece fan, BNHA fan, Supersons fan, Black Butler fan just to name a few….)
Chapter 1
Tyrone woke up screaming. He then wiped the sweat off his forehead and looked around. He let out a sigh of relief upon realizing he was in bed, and in the safety of his bedroom. Tyrone stood up and stretched his arms until he felt wet between his legs. This was strange. Tyrone never wet the bed, unless he had a seizure last night. He felt a little lightheaded and sure enough Tyrone realized he indeed had a seizure. Thankfully, he was alright, and Tyrone instantly felt afraid. He had heard stories of people not waking up after a seizure in bed, and he cursed himself for not taking his medication last night. No wonder he felt weak and dizzy. He went straight to the bathroom to take care of himself.
He took off his shirt, and noticed he had a few dimples on his face. He rolled his eyes and put some water on his face until he sniffed his armpits. He took a step back after he realized how bad he smelled. He had to shower asap. And that's what he did. After his shower, he quickly put on a towel and went for his clothes. His favorite go to shirt was a green Oregon Ducks shirt with a huge yellow circle in the middle and he wore a yellow bandana over his neck. It was kind of like his iconic look. At least in his mind.
After a while, once he had his breakfast, he looked at the watch on the wall and saw that it was already noon. Tyrone cussed silently to himself and got his small house in order. It was a Saturday, but unfortunately, he still had to go to work. No problem at all. Tyrone knew he had responsibilities. There were bills he had to pay, and food he needed to buy to fill his fridge. He then put on some loud music and started to do his chores; which were mopping the kitchen, doing the dishes, then vacuuming the living room, and lastly he needed to put his bed sheets to wash. Before Tyrone knew it, he was already out of time.
"I better get going," said Tyrone to himself.
He then quickly stepped outside and walked in his quiet neighborhood while listening to some music. He walked to work slowly, thinking about life. Yes. This is how it felt to be Tyrone. He was a lonely seventeen year old boy who lived alone. After his parents passed away, it's only been him all day, every day for the past two years.
As he was walking down the street, two kids came out to play in their front yard. Behind them were their parents. The father sat on his bench, pulling out his phone while the mother put out a tray of lemonade. The kids were both playing with their small beach ball, enjoying life and having a lot of fun. How Tyrone's heart ached with every step. He put on his hoodie as he walked, hiding his face. Tyrone felt like he wanted to cry. He wanted to go back home and shut the windows. But he swallowed his pain. He kept his head held high and breathed in deeply as he continued walking towards the end of the neighborhood, while hearing the joys of the "perfect" family behind.
The ideal family. A Mom. A Dad. Two kids. Sometimes a pet. A picket fence. A house. Tyrone bit his lip tightly and tried to keep his thoughts at bay. He wanted to think positively, but how could he? How on Earth was he going to think positive thoughts as he kept on walking in this lonely life of his.
Tyrone's thoughts suddenly turned dark with each passing step. "Who would pick me up when I have a seizure?" He thought. "What will happen to me if I have one at work?" "At school?" "If I fall in a random place, that's it for me," he thought.
Tyrone kept on thinking more negatively, until he reached the bus stop. He saw that he wasn't going to be alone waiting for the bus, but something struck him as "odd". A neatly dressed young man was sitting on a bench. He was wearing a dark blue suit with an old fashioned shirt underneath that looked like it came from the 1800s. His hair was combed backwards and he had on black leather gloves. In addition, he was holding a cane with a yellow orb like gem on the top. And he was looking straight at Tyrone.
It was strange to see someone dressed like that in little Garibaldi of all places. It was a small town and there were hardly any big events going on, unless there were market events down at Tillamook. Tyrone stood by the bus stop and didn't make eye contact with the man. However, he did feel like he was being watched. The man looked like he was in his mid twenties, which somewhat eased Tyrone, but still it was weird that a twenty something year old would watch a seventeen year old kid.
"Hello." said Tyrone, deciding to talk to the man. Perhaps making small talk might ease his tensions? Tyrone's thoughts were all over his mind.
The man didn't say anything at first. He simply smiled and turned his eyes to another direction. "Do you need something?" asked Tyrone.
"Perhaps." replied the man. His voice was not too soft, but it made Tyrone uneasy. His eyes were bright yellow, making his skin crawl a little.
"I see. Are you waiting for the bus too?" asked Tyrone.
"I've no use for the bus. I'm only here because I'm interested in you, Tyrone Oaks." said the man.
"Excuse me?" Tyrone said as the man stood up.
"Yes. You are Tyrone Oaks. You live alone in that little house I see everyday. Your parents are dead, and therefore you live alone, without the government knowing. You go to school, then you work at the restaurant known as the Corn Dog Haven, and you don't do much other than work and watch action movies. You are a loner with no social life, no love life, and your school life is abysmal." said the man.
Tyrone backed away alarmed. This man knew so much about him.
"Who the hell are you?" asked Tyrone, getting really scared.
"You are going to help me," said the man.
"I-I'm calling the c-cops." said Tyrone, his lips quivering in fear. He tried to sound brave, but the fear was taking over.
"Yes. Do that, and I will put a spell on them to forget they ever saw me. I'm very powerful." said the man.
Tyrone felt a chill on his spine and the man placed his cold and gloved hand on his shoulder.
"Do you wish to know who I am? I am the Bogey Man." said he.
"What now?" asked Tyrone.
"I know I may come across as a freak, but trust me, this is the only way to hide my true self. You will refer to me as such." said the Bogey Man.
"I don't care who you are! Leave me alone!" cried Tyrone loudly. He was hoping somebody from his neighborhood would see him and call for help. Thankfully, the bus arrived just in time and Tyrone quickly got on to meet the bus driver.
"Please help me! This guy right here is freaking me out and…." Tyrone was saying.
The bus driver looked at Tyrone with a puzzled expression and shook her head. "What are you talking about? You're the only one here." she said.
Tyrone turned around and sure enough, the Bogey Man was not there. It was like he never existed.
"But he was here! There was a fancy man here telling me things!" cried Tyrone.
"Nope. I saw you. You were the only one here and it looked like you were talking to yourself." said the bus driver.
Tyrone quickly punched his bus card and sat down. He looked outside the window and there, standing right next to the bus sign was the so-called Bogey Man. He was holding both his hands together and he didn't look happy. In fact, he was frowning, as if his plants or whatever were ruined by the bus's arrival. Tyrone decided to look away and took a deep breath.