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Waking up, Craig let out a groan of pain, his right hand sore as all hell.
"What the... where the fuck am I?" Eyes fluttering open, he was met with the face of another man, about his age, staring down at him, clearly concerned.
"Ahh! J-Jesus... Who the fuck are you?" Backing away, the other man laughed lightly, a nice sound.
"My name is Tyler! I see you've already met my little sister?" Tilting his head, Craig was clearly confused.
"Your... little... sister?"
"Yeah! My little sister Emily! Y'know, the one that made you cry like a pussy ass bitch?" Craig felt like a complete idiot as he sat up, having evidently been laid down on the living room couch.
"That... Fucking bitch, sorry, was your little sister?"
"Uhh... yeah, sorry. She has a habit of pulling really elaborate pranks on strangers. One of the more recent ones was why the two of us had to move out of our old house and into this one."
"Wait... oh, that's why all the boxes?"
"Yeah. Again, sorry. It was all really funny though. I just got back from work, actually. Terrible hours, I know, but you probably relate. Apparently Emily recorded all of it." Craig blinked, trying to take all of it in.
"She...? Oh fuck. I probably looked like an insane person."
"Surprisingly, you aren't the worst."
"Huh." Tyler offered a comforting smile, but couldn't help laughing. Craig stood up and sighed.
"Well. I suppose we might as well just be friends, right? Clearly neither of us have any other friends, so why not, right," Tyler put forth, grinning at this point.
"I... Fine. Yes. You're an asshole, but yes."
"So... wanna heat up and eat up that pizza you brought?"
"Large pepperoni? Hell yes, motherfucker."
Tyler didn't audibly sigh as they both headed into the kitchen, deeper into the house, but he was relieved that, despite Craig sitting on it, he somehow didn't notice the two lifeless bodies stuffed messily underneath the living room couch.