Chapter Text
Andrew tucked themselves in their bed. Hector the pet rock well kissed laying on the side. But right as Andrew fell asleep, Hector had other plans.
As the blood beguines to spill from the wall, with all the souls trapped within, Hector walks to the bed.
The blood coats the wooden floors, permanently staining them a vibrant red. The screaming overwhelms Hector's definitely real, and present earlobes. It was a beautiful sound.
Slowly inching over the bed, making sure Andrew was asleep, Hector grabbed a mask from a nearby cabinet and fled for the bathroom.
Gazing into the mirror, the souls of the damned grasped for the rocky boi, desperately screaming and wailing for help, black goo leaking from the ghouls' empty eye sockets.
Andrew slowly opened the door of the bathroom, awoken by the screams.
He stared in shock.
"Hector…..how could you-"
The rock slowly faced Andrew, the souls twirling around them both.
"It's not what it looks like-"
Andrew burst into tears, sharply turning and running off.