Zak sat alone on the cold wooden floor of his room, lost in thought.

"Geppy?"

Zak snapped out of his thoughts and turned around. How could he forget that his best friend was in his room with him?

"Yeah Bad?" He asked with a small smile.

Bad tilted his head to the side.

"What're you doing?"

"Oh," Zak looked back to the wall where he had zoned out and smiled.

" Just thinking"

"About what?" 

What was he thinking about? He couldn't tell him, he literally couldn't remember what he had thought so much about just a few seconds ago.... it'd come back to him eventually. He looked back to Bad and shook his head.

"Nothing important."

Bad smiled at him relieved nothing was wrong.

"Alright. If anything's wrong feel free to tell me!"

The two sat in a comfortable silence for a good second before they heard a distant noise.

Zak's head immediately snapped his head towards the door. 

And then it came closer.

Each stomp louder than the last

Until they stopped right in front of Zak's door.

Then the door flew open.

Zak's mother stood in the doorway.

" Who were you talking to?"

Zak sat there in fear before he answered quietly

"No one…"

She stood there in the doorway, looking at him then letting her eyes dart around to everything else in the room.Then her eyes focused back on him, searching for truth within his eyes.

Her stare gave Zak shivers.

"Then why were you talking?"

Zak was hesitant

"I-I was just talking to myself…"

Her icy glare continued, practically staring a hole through his head.

"Why?"

"Because I'm...lonely?"

She stood there in the doorway, looking at him with malice.

" Fine. Just keep it quiet, There are people trying to do work around here." She walked out, slamming the door behind her, making Zak flinch.

Zak was once again alone in the room, trying to listen for any noises that might tell him what his mother is doing.

But it was silent.

"Why's she so mad?" Bad asked after the two sat in silence for several minutes or so.

"I dunno." Zak answered. He never knew why his mom was so mad. He just knew she was scary and not to be messed with.

"Well what should we do now?" Asked Bad, quietly drumming the floor with his fingers.

"Hmmm…" Zak thought for a second.

[General story idea](?)
Zak loved his best friend. Everyday they would hangout in his room, playing around until they grew tired. Or until his mother came to interrupt their fun.
Zak barely paid any attention in school,but how could he with his best friend was always sitting next to him?

(Bro idk why but Bad is imaginary he just no exsist Skep just lonely boi)

AN: God damn why did I have to look back at this I'm cringing so hard