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“How’d you do that?” I hissed as we walked down the street back towards my apartment building.
Creeper didn’t make a sound as he kept in step with me, gliding along silently like an eerie ghost.
Bug had disappeared again, and I wondered if the other two would be at home when we returned.
But mostly, I wanted to know what the hell just happened.
I was glad Lionel was okay, but I was still trying to figure out how I knew to do what I did. Had I just seen it in a movie?
“Creeper?” I growled.
I mostly wanted to know how Creeper, whom I was sure was a figment of my imagination or schizophrenic brain, had inflicted an injury on the man and given me an opening.
Creeper just grunted, and I mentally slapped myself. They couldn’t speak.
But my mind was now blown.
The man had limped afterwards. Maybe…
No. Someone with schizophrenia had reality warped. I must’ve done it somehow without knowing. Maybe I’d kicked him?
Yeah, that made more sense.
“I’m crazy, thinking you did that, you’re not real,” I sighed as I looked up at the sky. The sun was setting now, and I was hoping I’d be home before nightfall.
Creeper growled in annoyance, clearly unimpressed with my words.
“You’re just a part of my illness,” I murmured.
Creeper let out a soft, sad growl at this, and I gave him a sad smile.
“I’m glad I have you guys though.”
He looked over at me, his red eyes gleaming in the last rays of sunlight.
My monsters.
I cursed at the message on my phone as I went about making dinner.
Fired. I’d lost my job after yet another ‘sick’ day.
“Jack, you fucking bastard! I got fired!” I shouted, not caring if my neighbors heard me.
Not that Jack was even around. I’d gotten home with Creeper to find him gone.
Creeper had disappeared as I’d started rummaging around for some dinner. I’d stashed the money from my score today in the Pringles tin in my cupboard, a total of fourteen thousand and thirty three dollars with the money from the guy’s wallet. I guess that would be rent and bills for the next few weeks until I found a new job. Or stole more.
My mother would be so ashamed of me. But I had to do what I had to do in order to stay off the streets.
I couldn’t end up out there again.
I wouldn’t.
A grunt behind me made me turn to spy Chumley sitting at my pathetic two person dining table.
“Tell Jack he can get fucked, got it?” I said firmly.
