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Gregory, figuring he needs to know his way around the house left Evan's arms and away to explore. Evan was taking a nap and likes to sleep a lot and for a long time so Gregory for sure had time to kill. "Hmm...sounds like death but since I'm already dead I guess I'll look around and clean up that basement." Gregory flew down and into the basement, floating around the rooms as he cleaned them. Dusting the shelfs and sorting things, cleaning the floors, clearing spider webs, fixing and patching up the holes in the walls, etc. He came across a door and even though his senses were faint he could smell it...a terrible smell.

Nose scuches up in disgust

"Ugh! Gross..." Gregory pinched his nose, disgusted by the scent. With a deep sigh...away from the room, and floating around questioning his life decisions and why he made them he finally had enough to return to the door, reaching out to open it.

Arms wrapped around his waist

"What are you doing down here? You're supposed to be with me, sleeping in my arms." Evan whispered to Gregory, resting his head on Gregory's shoulder. His empty eyes narrow. "Just cleaning up...this house is very messy." Gregory managed to squeak out as Evan's grip grew tighter. "I know. I suppose that's my doing." Evan admits, Gregory laughs at this. "I'll finish off with this room-" "Don't." Evan cut Gregory off. "I'll do it. You've had enough of this mess of I house I made anyway." Evan said, hand on the door knob. "I'm really not. I can do it-" Evan took the broomstick from Gregory's hands. "I'll do it." Evan's cold voice somehow grew darker and even more sadistic than it was. Gregory couldn't help but shiver slightly. "I...alright." Gregory left.

Evan
"Alright..." Evan turns to the room. "Do I really want to though..." I stood there for a solid 10 minutes, thinking to myself. "Fuck no." I tossed the broomstick, leaving the basement.

(Me when my room: )

I return to Gregory. "That was quick." He laughs. "Ah...yes. It was."
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"You didn't clean it did you?" "No. I didn't." I admit. "Figured." "Don't blame you though. The smell is awful." "Yeah..but-" Gregory turns to me. "Hmm?" "Just...don't go there." I pause, looking for a quick excuse. For...reasons. "It's just so dark in there. No windows and the damn light doesn't work anymore." I say. "I see." Gregory said, nuzzling deeper into the several plushies around the bed. "I'll clean it tomorrow." I hold him in an attempt to get the now dreaded tomorrow out of mind. That room really does smell of dead rats.

(Part 2 comes out tomorrow I promise.)