<Charlie Hutson POV>
Logging into the PS4 I put on Slime Rancher when the door opened.
"Oh great the fag is here." Someone said, making me turn to the voice.
Oscar stood disgusted at me.
"Wanna play?" I asked holding the other controller to him, oblivious to what he was disgusted at
"Why would I want to play with you?" He asked
"Why wouldn't you want to play with me?" I asked back, confused.
"Don't you have someone to please?" He asked
"Please?" I asked, confused at the word
"Where's your boyfriend?" He asked coming closer
"You mean Jacob?" I asked
"Sure." He answered
"He's in his room I think. I can get him if you want." I said pointing to the door
"God you're stupid." Oscar said to me
"That's not very nice." I said getting mad
"I don't care. Leave so I can play." He said pushing me away from the TVs
"We can both play." I told him
"Yeah, but I don't want to play with you." He snarled at me
I watched as he logged me out and started to play an old sonic game.
"Hey!" I said trying to get my controller back
"Move it." He said shoving me down.
I grabbed the other controller not being used and hit Oscar with it.
The force of the controller onto his head made a sound that made me laugh. So I kept hitting him to make the sound, and kept laughing at it.
Hearing the door open, Dean came in, and saw me hitting an unconscious Oscar with a controller.
"Watcha doing?" He asked closing the door and coming over to me, unfazed
Explaining the whole situation, Dean crouched down to inspect Oscar.
He looked up to me, "He's dead."
I looked at him confused, "Huh?"
"You got him too many times. He's dead." Dean told me
Slowly I backed away until I reached the wall, and slowly slid down.
Starting to shake, Dean comforted me. "Don't worry, don't worry! I'll take care of everything."
Tears pooled in my eyes and Dean panicked, "What are you going to do?" I sobbed
Dean thought for a second and looked at the bean bags. He opened the bean bag with the zipper at the bottom and within it was another bag of small styrofoam balls.
I wiped my eyes, "Wait, what are you doing?" I asked, still sniffing.
"I'm going to stuff him in the bean bag." Dean said simply
"Won't people notice?" I asked
"Oh well, we can figure something out later." He said
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I ranted to myself
Dean carefully picked up Oscar and stuffed him in the bag.
Once he was done he sat next to me and held me tightly.
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Suicide Line (Completed)
Short StoryCharlie Hutson is just trying to get through his life while trying to escape from any kind of punishment for his mistakes. Knocking someone out, only leads you into more trouble. Calling a suicide line will help...right? Right. *Th...
