Something was wrong with Daniel.
They’ve all noticed it. How he started wearing hoodies when it was still warm, the excessive, even obsessive scratching, but still, he refused to be looked at by a doctor, or even get undressed in front of his roommates.
And then he had retreated to his room.
He’d been in there for three days and counting and someone was bound to notice.
Two people -Daniel’s roommates- where having a conversation over breakfast about this very subject.
“I’m worried, he’s been in there for too long.” The shorter of the two, a reserved artist named Hosuh remarked.
“As much as I hate him, you’re right.” The taller, a purple-haired being living solely on coffee and misery named Stephen had been looking for a way to see what this was all about and this seemed like a perfect opportunity.
So the two devised a plan.
Hosuh held the axe in his hand. “Are you sure this is a good idea..?”
“Of course it’s a good idea, Stephen’s ideas are always good.”
And with that, Stephen shoved the axe in the door.
With that the door fell apart.
And then the pair saw why.
The room was covered with mushrooms, spores made the air hazy, and Daniel...
“So I see you guy found me... I’m still me, not matter what happens-”
“So why don’t you let me-”
A look of panic and pain flashed across his face.
“Destroy me, I’m not really the guy you know, don’t listen to me-”
Daniel then spread out his arms, as if offering a hug.
“Why don’t you give your friend a hug?”