Mistakes Were Made
@hazardousinsanity
“Don’t be a fucking wuss!”
“I’m not,” Mako growled at his friend, finally taking the rock he’d been weighing in his hand and lobbing it directly at the window. The place was a decrepit mess anyways; there was no way anybody actually lived here. Well, maybe a homeless person.
The action brought sputtering laughs forth from the three other boys, one of them clapping Mako on the back as he walked past, on his way to shimmy through the window.
The boys had been on the search for a new hideout after their old one was busted, and this place seemed perfect for it. Nobody would care about an old building like this, right? Maybe they’d have to contend with some rats, but not many people would be interested in fighting over it.
Mako ducked through the broken glass last, taking a look around at the concrete walls as his friends got to work covering them with spraypaint. There were some cardboard boxes stacked under the rusted metal stairs. That wasn’t a big deal; the red dinosaur tail he saw sticking out of them was.
Digimon. One of those ones that Impmon had known way back when the D-Reaper came calling. Shit.
“Hey dude, you look white as a goddamn sheet. What’s wrong with you? Finally lose your balls?”
“No! I just...don’t think this is the best place, okay? Come on, let’s pick another building,” Mako said with a shaky grin, backing towards their entry point.
“What? No way! This place is perfect!”
No, it’s really, really not.
