Nathan’s not all that surprised when he wakes up alone. The only really surprising part is that he’s been left alone. Hook ups generally tend to kick him out first. Maybe that means the guy has some hidden cameras in his house and everything Nathan’s doing is being recorded. Maybe he’s just an idiot. Who knows in this day and age. Still, Nathan’s not trying to go to jail so he doesn’t swipe anything though the guy probably deserves it considering his absolute lack of any effort during sex. If Nathan wanted to waste his time on stupid endeavors, he would have been better off riding those mechanical bulls they have for kids outside of grocery stores. Would have felt the same too. 

He doesn’t bother to put on anything other than his boxers as he heads to the kitchen, cameras be damned. He hasn’t felt shame since his youth and he’s not about to start now. As he walks, he plans what he’ll make. Eggs, maybe? Some bacon would be really good too. Maybe even some sausage if the man’s that fancy which he seems the be. The house is rather nice, one of those rich people houses you see on tv, and rich people always have sausages. It’s like a staple or something of theirs. In fact, Nathan can’t remember ever buying sausage himself. Maybe he should try it someday, treat himself. Turning the corner into the kitchen, Nathan seees-

A man in the kitchen. No, not his hook up and no, Nathan hasn’t developed a sudden fear of the same sex. There is a full ass man tied to a chair in the kitchen. Is Nathan missing something? Was there some kinky subtext he missed in some contract he didn’t see? Nathan’s seen a lot of weird shit at hook ups’ houses but usually they were involving dog shit and spouse pictures. This is a new one for Nathan. So shocked is he, he forgets he’s almost completely naked in front of this stranger. Shame he may not have but general common sense when it comes to dress standards with people you don’t know is something he’s stocked up on. 

           If anyone were to peek into the store through the giant window display they would think the business lonely, but to the eyes of the disheveled clerk it was FULL OF SOULS.          It had been a busy week rearranging the bookshelves and writing up the new inventory, welcoming all the new writers in his mind to the store to hang around as they pleased. Sometimes it was hard to distinguish whether it was a real person from one of his friends around, but the sound of the door bell in the distance accompanied by a gentle meowing was always a good sign.

“I’M REALLY GONNA NEED YOU to lay this out for me, maybe with simple stupid human words --- because I feel real stupid when I hear what you’re saying but it’s... it ain’t computing.” She pauses, brows furrowed. “Like, at all.”

 ♔ -----------

  He turns to look at the other without a hint of surprise. In a way, he had the feeling something like this would happen. A creature like him, annihilating other otherworldly creatures he deems fatal to humanity by choice, it seems he’s bound to possibly receive some sort of complaint from those in charge of death’s plans. In his defense, all the ones whom have gone through his sword had it coming. There’s nothing haphazard about it; his aim always lacking of error. In a sense, he’s just trying to redeem himself from the horrors of his past by protecting those in the present. 

   "I don't often get the chance to talk to someone like you."

   His voice’s calm, back straightening as a long sigh escapes his lips. 

    “Why are you here? Don’t tell me I pissed Yeomra off,” 

   he trails off to replace words with a little side-smirk; arms getting folded in front of his chest. He fully turns to look at the grim reaper; head tilting to a side, brows lifting, as if expecting an answer.

             [  HAUNTING OF HILLHOUSE.  /  @vixxrd. ]