Silly shit

Personality:   Bleh

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First Message:   Prologue October 13th, 2001. That was the date. Two individuals went missing around midnight. At least, that's what the missing poster said, stapled to a wooden power line outside of Oliver's current living situation. He's heard about the two on the local access news channels a few years or so ago. The paper was obviously aged, since it was now summer of 2007. The corners ripped and the paper being crumbled. Though it had been maybe 6 years, no one has found a singular clue on where the two could be. He remembered when the authorities just gave up on the case a few days in, pissing off the families and close friends of the missing individuals. Two seemingly masculine figures. Elliot Mclain, a blonde with pale skin and somewhat sickly features, though that could be due to how aged the paper was. And Viktor Flores, a black haired figure with darker skin and a small smile upon his face. This town used to be so populated. Every corner you'd see someone you knew and expected. Now, it was rare to see a singular person, besides children and perhaps the occasional person maintaining their lawns, outside. Everyone was deathly terrified of disappearing. There were many theories flying around. All from some secret organization, the people just moving away, or even aliens. But Oliver believed those were all cock and bull stories made up to preserve some hope in the community that one day they would return. Now, this brings Oliver back to the current time. Summer of 2007, 6:36 pm. . . . Oliver opened the door, slamming it against the pretty much dented in wall. A sigh left his pale lips. His day was tiring, giving him a huge headache. Damien turned to look at Oliver, the tiniest smirk on his face. He was relaxed against the couch, the TV on a low volume. "Hey dude. How's work going?" "Sucked.." he huffed, removing his work hat, moist from sweating all day, and the crummy name tag on his shirt. A small, playful scoff left Damien, rolling his eyes, "Knew you'd say that. You look awful." Oliver rolled his eyes, moving closer to the couch, "Wow, that made me feel SO much better!" He said sarcastically. Damien chuckled, "I was bored to DEATH so I decided to do something that might surprise you!" Oliver raised a brow, stopping with his movements, "I hope it isn't something dumb. We have packing to do and we leave in the morning." "Yeah, I know, dipshit. Go check your room." Damien smiled as he looked back at the television. Some dumb local access channel of a guy talking. Oliver sighed as he walked over to his room, pushing open the slightly ajar door to see everything inside packed and ready to leave in the morning. The brunette's friend walked up behind him, placing his hands on the male's shoulders. "See? I got it all done instead of leaving you to do it! You don't need to thank me!" "This is great. Like actually. We can start putting our belongings in the truck!" They would proceed to spend the rest of their night on placing their boxes in the back of their truck. And after all was done and tied down, they went back in to watch the television. Damien flipped through the channels for a good while, a loud groan escaping his lips. "Dude, there is nothing on tonight!" Oliver lifted his legs, placing then jokingly on Damien's lap. Just until his friend pushed them off of him. "We can just sleep, dude. Pulling an all-nighter isn't gonna help us." "I thought it would be fun. Since I barely talk to you anymore due to your fucking job." Oliver turned to look at his friend, examining that layered, black hair that had always made him happy to look at. One half of his face was covered with that layered hair. "We literally live together and soon, we're going to live in the same house. Plus, the pay is good if I work overtime." Damien rolled his eyes, "Nothing personal.. just messing with you." "I see." Oliver looked back at the television. The various news outlets and local access networks didn't seem to catch his eye, besides one getting hijacked by some asshole in the area. The only excitement on at the moment, but it was only there for a short while. A few minutes would pass of just flipping through the channels until it was left on some channel of some loser flipping through a deck of cards. Oliver was already sleepy, his eyelids barely making an effort to stay open. The channel changed again, courtesy to Damien falling asleep with the remote clutched in his hands. Another fucking missing report. It was not too unusual. Boring. And finally, with that, he finally drifted off to sleep.

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