"I hope you die." Albert grumbled, tossing his controller.

Race shrugged and ate another chip, "a small price to pay for being a winner."

"How are you good at everything."

"I'm not good at everything, remember that sunset I tried to draw for Jacks birthday?" Race reminded Albert. Albert nodded and snorted, digging into the cool ranch chips.

"It was so muddy and brown," he reminisced, wiping Dorito dust on Race's bed which he did not appreciate.

"You're disgusting!" He shouted smacking Albert, "you're gonna stain the bed."

Albert smirked and wiped more on Race's bed, "then get me a napkin."

"Fine I'll get you the damn napkin." Race said getting up. "You slob."

"You peed in my cats litter box!" Albert yelled back.

"You dared me to!" Race laughed from the other room.

Truthfully he didn't really care, beds could be washed. But he was not going to encourage such slobbish behavior. The boy is better than this.

When he walked over, he saw a single letter in front of the door.

"Huh?" Race said confused, shuffling forward. It was Sunday.

The letter was brown, old, crispy at the edges. He leaned over and picked it up.

It was written in the same crisp font as the first letter, that beautiful calligraphy that had Race's heart beating a thousand miles per minute.

Something lumpy was inside of it.

"I swear, if those boys put a fart bomb in this." He said, more to reassure himself. It had to be them, what else could it be?

A little patch of wet was on the corner of the envelope opening, clearly it was sloppily and quickly licked like they couldn't wait to send it.

He peeled it open, still fresh almost and reached inside, first grabbing the letter.

It folded in the same abstract way as before. He opened it up, it was written more sloppily this time, still beautiful, but with an undertone of... anger.

Beauty to outmatch all, wasted on s simple skin. I will make you a throne for you to lay. Too beautiful for life, the pale look of death will suit you well. Take my spoils little prince.

-your secret admirer

Race quenched his beating heart. It was nothing, it was a stupid prank to freak him out because they knew he was easily skittish.

He reached inside and pulled out the mysterious lump. It was smooth and rubbery, but textured under his fingertips.

Almost in slow excruciating motion, the lump traveling across the envelope, as if traveling under sand. As it came into the light, into Race's line of sight he felt the world pause, he couldn't stop his high pitched scream that scratched at his throat uncomfortably, couldn't stop the gag reflex, nor the small amount of bile that hiccuped out of his mouth running down his chin.

He dropped it, watching as the human toe bounced across the floor, then rolled around in a messed up circle.

Albert came flying out of the room, sliding across the floor in his socks, rapidly looking around.

Race felt like fainting, he felt sick and disgusting and most scared. So damn scared, that he couldn't help scrambling back into Alberts confused arms.

"What's going on!" Albert yelled, holding Race's entire body weight up.

The letter was still clenched in his hand, but he shook his head and shoved his face into Alberts shirt, starting to dry heave and cry.

Albert looked down at Race, trying to lower them onto the floor slowly, but the toe was on the floor, probably still rolling around. Mocking Race. He could still feel it in the envelope, laughing at Race, as he unknowingly pulled it out. Wishing to everything he held dear that he could put it back in and forget he ever saw it. So Race whimpered when Albert lowered them down, almost climbing up Albert like a tree.

"Race you have to tell me what's going on," Albert said exasperated and very worried. Race shook his head again, crinkling the paper in the process. Albert's head farted towards the crinkle sound and snatched the letter out of Races hand.

He weakly reached back for it, whispering no. But it was too late, it was always too late with Race. Too late to throw that letter away and pretend it didn't exist, too late to break up with the worst boyfriend of his life, too late to walk in front of moving traffic when he was 14.

Though watching Jacks face as he grabbed him by the coller and yanked back, made him glad that it was too late.

Alberts eyes widened as he read the cursed letter, rereading it over and over again, trying to put together a puzzle. Race could feel his heart quicken through his chest. Making it all the more real.

"Race, I have to call Jack. You need to let me put you down." Albert tried, leaning back down again, only for Race to shake his head and wrap his legs around Albert, clinging on like a little boy who didn't want to be put down.

"No, the toe." Race whispered, "It's on the floor."

"There's a toe on the floor!" Albert shouted, backing up, scanning the floor. And behold it lied, resting on the corner of the rug.

"What the hell!" He shouted, scrambling back onto the couch. Not so keen on the floor either now.

Race nodded into his shirt, clearly freaking out.

Well Albert was freaking out too now. Thankfully Race's phone was on the couch.

He pulled Race's face back gently, using it to unlock the phone before finding Jacks contact and ringing it.

He felt mildly bad about going through Race's phone without his permission, but this was an emergency and Race was breathing so quickly that Albert wasn't sure he wasn't just breathing his own air back in.

"Hey! Jack Kelly here! Leave a voicemail after the beep!"

"Dammit!" Albert shouted, ringing again.

This time Jack answered the phone, very tired.

"Race what's this about, don't you have that obnoxious redhead over right now?"

Albert was choosing to ignore that, since it was an emergency. But he was surly not forgetting.

"Jack! It's me Albert!" He shouted into the phone, collecting the words to say.

"Oh... when I said obnoxious... I uh..."

"Yeah I don't care! There's an emergency, get over at Race's apartment immediately!"

"What's wrong! Is everything okay!" Jack shouted back, the adrenaline rushing into his voice. Albert could hear keys jingling.

"Kinda, just hurry!" He hung up the phone and focused on Race who had stopped breathing funny, and was just crying, crawling farther away from Albert.

"What was that letter about!" He shouted at Race, somewhat regretting it when Race flinched. He was just so sick and tired of Race telling no one anything.

"I dont know!" Race shouted back, his voice thick.

"You don't know!" Albert scoffed, "Is it from Oscar?"

"No! Well, I don't think so!" Race sniffled.

"You don't think so?" Albert pressed. Wanting to throw something when Race shook his head. "That letter is scary Race!"

"You think I don't know that!" Race hissed back.

Thankfully Jack saved them from arguing any further as he opened the door quickly and ran over to Race. Narrowly missing the toe Albert couldn't stop staring at.

"What's wrong?" He asked, grabbing Race's face.

Albert handed him the letter, "Race is getting death threats."

"He's what!"