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It was an ordinary day for Jim as always; the sun shone, providing a bit of warmth inside the house as it passed the glass of his windows.
He moved in a while ago; this house was his, surely. But it was getting lonely with each passing day until this day when he receives a package at his door. He grabbed the package from outside, carried it to the bedroom, and set it up on the table.
There wasn't much to do on the computer, yet it belonged to him. He got up on the chair to access a shopping site. Most items were unavailable, except for a few marbles, a slingshot, and...a trowel that you could build walls with.
Jim played around with the new stuff he bought, hours passing by as he lost track of time on the three things that came to his door, and the sun was starting to set on the horizon. He decided to check the news shown on his computer, and to his surprise, there was nothing positive, just one page with a person that escaped. It was unsettling, to say the least, but he felt tired, way faster than he usually got tired.
He did sleep, but he woke up in the middle of the night, feeling uneasy about his home. Getting up from the bed, he went into the hallways, opening the first closet of the hallway. Nothing. He sighed to himself, turning to approach the other closet and opening it for good measure. Neither of them showed anything; it left Jim with a newly imputed feeling of safety yet again.
The next day he woke up, and he went straight on his computer, eagerly waiting to buy more stuff, but the news caught his attention.
«SUDDEN DISAPPEARANCE
IN DOWNTOWN ROBLOXIA
A man was found missing after a neighbor called in a wellness check on his household yesterday, the 15th of February. The ensuing police search and found no evidence of movement except for a distinct, pungent smell. "It's like he vanished into thin air," the RCPD chef said on sunday.»
That startled Jim a bit; his beloved town, Robloxia, has never had any cases such as this one. It was something new, something out of the blue for a person to disappear like this with no trace or evidence.
He paused for a moment, trying to process the news of the day, and to get his mind off of this, he decided to go on the shopping site again. Today the shop consisted of a paintball gun, a cheeseburger, and a BLOXY Cola. Again, he played around with the items till he got tired and had to go to sleep.
It was dark outside, and he heard a strange noise coming from the front door, a scratching noise. Jim got up, checking both wardrobes once again, but there was nothing. Although that scratchy noise scared him a bit, it might have been a harsher breeze of air hitting against the door.
The next morning, the shop had even more items. A Medkit, a Gravity Coil, a Wooden Sword, a Taco, and a Geolocator. This would have been nice on the first day, but now he felt more anxious every night ever since this computer appeared and he took it in.
Begrudgingly so, he opened the news app again, hoping for some comforting news, but no, it was the same.
«SERIAL DISAPPEARANCES
BEFALL ROBLOXIA
"No evidence, no tips, and no leads. We are making zero progress, and it seems there are more and more cases by the day," the RCPD chief said on Monday. "At this rate, law enforcement will be overwhelmed country-wide. And God forbid those cases spread elsewhere..."»
That was concerning, to say the least. One disappearance had already set a bad mood, but multiple? At this point he might be the last one in Robloxia to still be fine and not missing like the others. He felt tired yet again; just from checking the news, he had the need to go back to sleep. It seemed that each passing day it was just more and more tiring to get on with his day.
It was no longer a routine; he had ended up in a loop for the passing days by now: waking up, ordering new stuff, checking the news, and then going to sleep just to wake up in the middle of the night and checking round the house for his own safety.
This night though, he woke up due to his PC lighting up on its own. Groggily getting out of bed, he sat down at the chair in front of it, and to his surprise, he had a new message on RoCHAT.
The user seemed pretty anonymous: seven underscore dashes in a line, no profile picture, and a simple black circle showed instead. Jim never added this person, from what he could remember. His heart clenched, pumping stingily against the ribcage of his torso as he pressed on the newly made chat with the anonymous person.
"Prepare."
Nothing else, only a warning of a kind. Prepare for what? From what he saw on the news and the message he got just now, it was not doing the yellow-skinned guy any good or giving any assurance. In fact, this just made him even more anxious. People disappearing, police not being able to find any trace of evidence, and now a strange message telling him to prepare.
He could feel the heartbeat raising to his forehead, hearing the drumming sound inside his ears as he stood up from his computer, the screen shutting down immediately. He doesn't remember much from it, but his sight faded before his eyes, almost like a blackout.
By the time Jim woke up, the sun was already up and shining through the windows. The day went off as normal, purchasing stuff, this time a first-aid kit and a few resources such as food and water in case they're needed.
The Bloxxy News seemed a little different today, a little more concerning than the other ones, involving the mayor.
«MAYOR TO ADDRESS MISSING
PERSONS, REFINERY INCIDENT.
"The people ought to know," the mayor said, continuing, "We will divulge the information we have regarding these repeat cases." When questioned, the mayor denied any connection between the disappearances and the recent chemical spill that occurred at the refinary.»
A chemical spill that has been kept a secret until now by the mayor? Jim could only wonder what other disasters were kept away from the public's ears. But then it hit him: the sounds of a helicopter's wing spinning in the air. He got up from the chair, rapidly going to the front door, and there it was: the green helicopter, similar to the ones found at military bases.
This wasn't good in the slightest; usually the helicopters were aired around the time of danger, either war or something else. Seeing one in the air at this hour must have had some correlation. A wave of dazzled exhaustion hit Jim like a ton of bricks. It was already the time to sleep? His panicked state must be taking a toll on his body, draining his energy that fast every day. Although he no longer felt alone while at home.
"There is someone inside my house."
By now it was normal for him to faint out of panic, being already at the second faint in a row since he got the computer. It was already five days, and the news got even worse.
«MAYOR DECLARES MARTIAL LAW,
ORDERS SHELTER IN PLACE.
"Panic plagues Robloxia as an unknown threat moves in the darkness." The mayor said, "In these difficult times I see only one way forward. I hand my authority over to the military in order to ensure the safety of my citizens." The mayor continued to deny any connection between the disappearances and the recent chemical spill that occurred at the refinery.»
Just great, from a possible threat to a full-blown quarantine of the citizens. Jim ordered a few wood planks and nails with a hammer, blocking off all the windows of his home, nailing the wood into the flames as a barrage. It provided a sense of safety, but knowing that the military is getting involved in this was nothing else but the living proof that the city, Robloxia, might never be the same way it was before. Who knows, maybe it'd even start emptying the more people the so-called "moving threat" catches.
That left him to wonder: How many people are left in Robloxia? It said multiple disappearances, but not how many did disappear. The number was vague, and what could that possibly mean? If he's the last one to live, the town will never feel the same.
He woke up the same as always in the middle of the night; the computer was open already, and a new message was received from the anonymous person quoted:
"Keep quiet and stay calm. Don't make a sound."
It was already bad as it was; keeping quiet was easy, but the tension was in the air, cutting at his throat with each breath he took.
The television opened on its own, a warning on the screen about staying inside for the night, aired by the military. He could feel his heart smash against the ribs as he took out the gun ordered from yesterday's packages; Jim's arms trembled in distress. If he was going to go out, the least he wished was to not go out by someone else's hands.
With a quick swallow, he turned the gun at himself, holding it shakily underneath his chin, the index finger held right above the trigger, the warning alert on the television slowly faded, and the finger pressed down, his ears ringing as the bullet flared out, his body limply losing consciousness.
Although fallen on the floor, it did not seem to be the end of Jim's existence. His eyes blinked repeatedly, his sight clearing out the foggy vision as he was met with the face of a blacked-out figure, a whitey smile on its face. He raised himself onto his elbows, touching his head as it still rang from the impact with the ground.
His gaze wandered around the living room, confusion established in his mind. "Was I not supposed to be dead?" He asked, looking at the entity with uncertainty. "I don't know you. What are you doing in my house?"
The entity smiled at Jim's concern, touching his chin with its fingers and pretending to think his question through. "You were dead, but I guess you're no longer, or maybe you still are." It stood up on its own, looking down at Jim's figure as he thought of an answer for the second curiously asked question. "I didn't properly introduce myself, did I now? You could call me 7Dash; we've met before, if you even remember that encounter."
Jim sat up, a hand going to his forehead as he tried to recall the encounter of the two of them, his mind seemingly as blank as a TV on standby. And like a lightning strike, his memory hit him. "You're the person you messaged me to prepare." Looking almost oblivious at his own revelation, he turned his head to the entity, his eyebrows tensed up, and his eyelids dropped slightly.
"I've only prepared you for what was about to come. I knew about their plans with the shelter-in-place thing; I just warned you beforehand." The entity sat down next to Jim, its hand placed on his forearm in a comforting manner. "You should be grateful you still feel your own limbs after that shot; your gun was pretty weak."
Long passed since the day of the incident, the day he met 7Dash and the quarantine started. Nowadays, the night air bloomed outside the humbled house, which hosted life for Jim; the moon was covered by clouds, seemingly a faint flicker of light hidden by smoke, and a nightly silence had fallen over their world. Only a few light bulbs still on inside the yellowish house were present and sparkled out the window.
Jim has finished his orders on the computer, expectantly awaiting the packages, which are expected tomorrow; the yellow-toned one approached his idea of a cooked dinner. He pushed the wooden door, it unlatching with a creak from the hinges, allowing him to pass. His hand moves to the wall, flipping the switch on and watching the bulbs flicker and gain power to light the room up. Making his way by the counter and stopping at the fridge, he always contemplated what tonight's meal was going to be.
Sometimes it got lonely being home all the time; Jim never really minded that if it wasn't for that entity from his computer that happened to text him on Ro.chat not so long ago. Ever since that day of the chats that he still remembered:
"Prepare.
Keep quiet and stay calm. Don't make a sound."
It was still fresh in his mind that he was no longer alone as he used to be. For now things have changed as the so-called figure has become more and more active in his house, sometimes even getting out of his electronics or living in places in which it shouldn't be. Sometimes the TV, other times the microwave, and even at times the CD player. No electronic was off-limits for the figure, though without a name at first, the entity did choose to go by "7dash" with Jim, quite the endearing name when it played in mind.
Jim prepared the metal tray, smearing oil on the bottom and laying out the cooking foil over it till the bottom was covered, the meat still unfrozen in a bowl by the side of the table. On the side, he put a pan with butter to heat on the stove, which, once fully heated, he threw in a cup of chopped celery and a bit of chopped onion, stirring it till it became tender and soft before dropping the cooked vegetables into a bowl and setting them on the table next to the tray. Taking out another bowl, Jim crumbled a few pieces of toast, mixing them in with the vegetables and seasoning the mix with a pinch of salt and pepper, the stuffing almost ready to be placed where it's placed.
The meat, which was now unfrozen, was placed on the tray, Jim loosely scooping the stuffing and smearing it inside the turkey's body cavity and neck cavity till the bowl emptied. He turned to the cabin, opening the doors of it and taking the vegetable oil, soon to be spread across the turkey skin.
Once everything was said and done, he covered the turkey and tray with aluminum foil, lifting up the tray and putting it inside the oven at 350°. He closed the door, letting the oven start on its own as he waited, proudly smiling at his own achievement of baking a stuffed turkey.
He waited an hour, two, maybe three, and the turkey was finally done, the tray laid out on the table, and the outside of the turkey a golden brown from the time spent inside the heated oven. As he was about to wash the bowls, Jim could hear a voice from his side. He lifted his head from the sink, and looked to the left, just for his eyes to meet the entity's grin as it crawled out of the microwave.
He took a step out of the microwave, fully bypassing the screen and brushing off himself as if dust latched onto it. "So you've been cooking without me, huh?" 7dash grinned, taking a few steps forward and glancing at the stuffed turkey, taking in the size and looks of it, a hand going up to its hip.
Jim, who had been only one plate deep in washing the dishes, placed the bowl down and turned to face 7Dash fully. "Yeah, a stuffed turkey. You've come pretty late; I just finished." Approaching the counter with a towel in his hands to dry them, his eyes came in contact with the entity's.
7dash touched the leg of the turkey with his index finger, slightly lifting it up. "Imagine you were the stuffed-up turkey; God, I could only wish." He smiled, a smile with hidden intentions when it came to such comments laid out before Jim.
He dropped the towel on the counter, leaning onto his hand, his red shirt dragging down behind. "You know, it's not the time to flirt right now. It's almost midnight." He said, eyes half-lidded but without a harsh intent, his eyebrows relaxing and unmoved as he spoke.
It approached closer, an arm draping over Jim's shoulders as his head leaned closer to his neck, the breaths leaching to the skin. "But is it the time to be cooking so late?" With a voice almost like a whisper, beholding the advances expressed behind the words, 7dash's arm lowered from his shoulder down to his waist. "I've been thinking about this for a while. What you need isn't expensive packages or cooking…"
Jim raised an eyebrow, his lip corners lowering and his head tilting more toward
S the entity took a look with the corner of his eye as he asked. "Then what is it?" Curious and skeptical of what the entity was referring to, he placed a hand on the arm of the other, preventing any unwanted response.
It turned to the yellow-skinned one, joy spreading across its face, the linear smile expanding to the side with the corner of the mouth pointing upwards, happiness present in its tonality. "Me!"
Jim's skepticism did not back down, but he wasn't tense; his eyelids fell slightly, and his facial musculature was softer as they relaxed. "You're talking ahead of yourself." He said, despite making no attempts to yet push the entity away from his personal space, it has been invaded all of a sudden.
He turned to Jim, a few last points being claimed. "Wouldn't be so sure about saying that once I show you what I'm capable of." With a hand on his shoulders, he pressed the other one on the counter, pinning him down on it. The right hand pushed the tray with the turkey further away as it leaned above the man, their noses almost touching as its knee found a way between his legs. "Let me handle this; I'll make sure you'll never regret it."
Seeing the nod of agreement from his partner, the entity softly pressed his lips against the other, holding onto him for a moment and pulling away with a pop. He lowers down, pressing soft kisses onto the side of the other's neck repeatedly, his hands sliding on his back, stabilizing the position. A hand went down to his side, snaking its way under the shirt and caressing the sides of his waist lovingly, fingertips pressing on the ribs with a little pressure applied.
The kisses on the neck turn roughly into sucklers, pulling onto the skin that covered it, biting the Adam's apple with a feverish desire. Suddenly stopping, 7dash lifted itself from Jim, his right hand holding the edge of his shirt. "May I?"
Dazzled from the kisses, Jim raised his head, his eyes darting at the hand on his shirt and the request. "Sure." He said, feeling the hand of the other lift the shirt higher and above his head, taking it off and discarding it on the floor of the kitchen.
Hunching down, the entity pressed its tongue on the abdomen of the other, running it from the bottom to the chest, covering his torso in a thin layer of saliva, making the skin catch a bit of the cold air that was in the kitchen, tingling him right above the stomach.
His hand went down to the waistband of the pants, the tip of the digit pulling at it as it slid down the legs and onto the ground, its palm hovering over the pelvic area, a massaging motion upwards of it, trying to spark a flare out of the other. The hitched breaths and quiet sighs filled the air with each motion the entity did onto his body; he could feel the last piece of clothing being pulled off of his body, leaving him in his birth suit, the cold air hitting the skin of his.
Jim placed his hand on the entity's arm, gripping the elbow as his hand clenched in distress, still managing to keep his voice and demeanor calm. "No preparation is not ideal; don't you forget." His eyelid muscles tensed around the eyes, darting at the other.
The reminder clicked in 7Dash's mind like a light switch as he got reminded of it. Preparation. "You're right, I must have forgotten." He said, its hand searching under the counter in one of the compartments, the sides of his lips lifting up. Raising his arm from under the counter, Jim could notice the bottle of lubrication inside the entity's hand. "Don't think I'll leave you in pain like this."
His eyes widened and lips slightly parted, but that surprise quickly changed into determination as he saw the smirk on its face. "Now we're talking'."
The entity moves its hand under the other's knee, lifting the leg higher up on the counter, sustaining it with his hip as he opened the bottle and poured a generous amount onto its hand and fingers. The hand wandered down in between the legs of the yellow-skinned one, the other hand holding tightly onto his ankle as it pressed the first digit onto the cavity, the lubing accomplishing a smoother entrance. The rectum muscle tissue was receding and leaching onto the digit, which was already in.
The entity leaned closer, his head at the nape of Jim's neck, its breath washing over his skin, and whispered, "Keep your breathing steady; take it slow." With the advice given, 7Dash gradually slid the second digit in, lengthening the cavity.
The fingers stretched around, scissoring at the opening in all directions, urging at the insides with each pull and push of them with the sole purpose of accommodation of the other. One, two, and now three digits found their way inside the orifice, expanding and retracting simultaneously, the yellow-skinned one sighing as he regulated his breath, letting out small sounds from time to time at the motion of it all, taking in the situation.
It pulled them out, the hand still on the ankle of the other, rubbing off the additional liquid that remained on the fingers onto a piece of paper. His left hand slid up to the waist of the other, pulling his physique closer as it cushioned against its abdomen. Pulling the waistband of its own pants lower, the tendril hidden behind the layer of clothing strung out as the entity propped aloft the other, his hip bones hitting against the inner thighs of the other as its hands slid under the legs, lifting them somewhat above the horizon line of the counter.
The sneer on his face has noticeably changed to a more tender one, the palm on top of the thigh, its hand faintly squeezing it expectantly of what was about to come. "You're ready, aren't you?" The entity lifted Jim's legs even further upwards as it took a glance at the state of the other, double-checking the action.
His face softened softly as his head leaned back, eyes glazing at the sight in front of him. "When was I not ready?"
With its hands on the thighs, the entity pressed them against the sides of his torso, letting the glans of the shaft drive its way into the cistern, passing the inferior rectal valve of the other, testing the waters with tiny jolts, his ear paying attention to the sounds of the other before taking the action in its own hands, drifting in the depths of the cavity with the body of the pecker. Feeling the side walls and the vulve pressing against the slimy texture, the entity pushed the limits, going down on the other to the bottom, its lower abdomen already pressing against the other.
Steady but slow, his hips raised and lowered, the movement wrapped in desire and passion for the other, hands gripping the sides of his hips. Slowly but surely, the movements had picked up the pace, pushing against the erectal vulves causing sounds to slip out of the yellow-skinned one's mouth.
A hand on the side of the other's waist, fingertips digging into the flesh from the escalation of both their pleasures, the counter becoming just a makeshift bed for the weight of their action. The entity took its movements calculated, slow enough to not cause pain but fast enough to not bore stuff out for either of the two.
It moved and wriggled inside of him, nuzzling itself into his inner walls and tracing circles here and there, even while it thrust up into him. The tentacle pushed its way up the cavity, strung like a coil to reach more depths.
The tight hold on the sides and the consistent movement of the tentril made Jim arch his back a little. The sensation was new, but not as unpleasant as he expected; the sight of the entity above him and the smirk on its face that never once faded throughout the whole thing was just filling him with a sense of pride.
Jim moaned out weakly, feeling it start to move back and forth and prod into him repeatedly; its coil-like movements were out of the humane norm, a profound reminder of their differences.
Sweet breaths mixed the air they breathed, arms around each other's physiques, tangled in their own world. The entity moves its head down at the base of Jim's neck, mouth moving on the skin, tiny bites of love with a tint of suction in each one, and red marks appearing in a pattern from the bone to the side of the neck.
The lower moves did not fail to deliver, cramming into the cavern, moving eagerly across the pathfind of the other's interior, buffing against the upper side with each thorough thrust of the entity's hips. He had many things to say, but he kept those words to himself and captured his lips in a lip-bruising kiss. It didn’t take him much to completely distract his lover from his worries, and when the other one finally started to reciprocate, the Entity had to stop himself from heaving a sigh in relief, glad that he had someone like Jim by its side.
It parted from the kiss, looking down at Jim with the same gaze he had stared at him with since the first day they met as he moved its arm under him back, lifting him in a seated position, their foreheads pressing against one another.
"Wouldn't it be a great idea to take this to the bedroom? The table can be pretty rough on your back." The entity said, placing yet another kiss on the other's cheek.
The suggestion was met with a breath sigh of relief and a nod from the other as it lifted the yellow-skinned man into his arms, carrying him carefully to the bedroom of the house.
They got inside, closing the door and turning the knob to lock it, moving across the room and closer to the established place, and it attempted to move them back towards the bed. Jim allowed the blackened figure to maneuver him backwards and soon found himself on the bed with a still-smirking 7Dash towering over him.
7Dash, taking the opportunity, he moved back up and kissed him with the same hunger as before, maybe only a little more desperate. The notion reassured the other, since it meant this was still beholding their feelings wrapped in the actions.
When the Entity had enough of kissing him, it parted from Jim, his lips lingering only a moment more over the yellow-skinned man as if he were wondering whether he wanted more or not. That moment of hesitation gave him the chance to admire it in all of its beauty.
Raising higher on the bed, his knees raised up on the sides, leaving space for the Entity to crawl back on top of the other, its hands pressing into the mattress on the sides of his waist, almost as if not to press too close and hurt him.
They got back into position, legs raised and wrapped around the entity's waist, holding the two pressed against each other in their lovely embrace. The movements slowed slightly from the previous ones, gentleness overtaking the act between the two; its head leaned with the forehead on Jim's shoulder, his hand on the back of his head, holding him carefully.
The tendril worked its way with the sole purpose of its presence, skin pressed against skin, a faint creak of the wooden frame audible inside the room of the two as they continued to press against one another.
The moves of the entity are progressively being met with the other man's own movements buckling back against its hips, accompanying each other in almost synchronization. The sounds, which were once soft and shy, slowly let loose, picking up on the volume, creating a chain of music to their ears.
As the pace of each buckle picked up speed, they rose into a more seated position on the mattress; the yellow-skinned man rested on the lap of the other, its hands down at the base of his back, holding him for support, still feeling his arms around its back.
The heat at the pool of his abdomen was gathering up, burning like a furnace. The thrusts continued as their torsos pressed against each other, and grunts and huffs let out as they hungrily pressed their lips against each other's, kissing and holding onto each touch of their lips for seconds long, letting go just for a drag of air and then back at each other's mouths, a hunger they could have only imagined before.
The motions were soon coming to a finale; the entity felt the other's walls as they tightened around the tentacle, almost as if they were squishing it in place. The heat radiating from each other was enough to provide warmth for the both, and it felt the ever-enclosing mannerism.
7dash raised his hands from the lower back of the other and wrapped them tightly around the waist of Jim, pulling the other closer to its body, now fully folded against one another. He leaned its head closer to the other's ear, breathily whispering into it. "Trust me on this one, sweetheart." And with those words, the now dimmed lights of the room seemed almost as if they lightened around them, his eyes fixed on the yellow one's figure.
As if a ball of energy exploded in between them, the warmth of a newfoundtexture covered the lowered abdomens of each other, staining goo-like patterns on the walls of the other. Exhaustion rolled in like a ton of bricks, limply laying down on the bedsheets, catching their breaths, arms still wrapping them together.
The entity raised its head from the chest of the other, looking at his face with a small smile of content. "I love you, Jim." It spat out sincerity in its words as it coddled against the other, affection dripping in the sweetness the words carried.
Tired and with eyes half-lidded, Jim turned to look at the Entity, the sweetness leaching onto his heart. "I love you too."
The moon's light striking through the window, now uncovered by the clouds and out on display in its full beauty, covered the couple's forms as slumber fell over the two relaxed bodies, silence filling the air.