A room of darkness.

Corrupted by ignorance, stupidity, anger, frustration, sadness, and every other single word known to the English dictionary used for bad. A young man sits under it all, but with one light shining above him. And the light came from a word named "life". It was all he had. It just about evened out the good from the eternal darkness. But kately, it's been getting... duller. As the darkness just keeps growing, it's hard to acknowledge the light. The man curls up in a ball, as he approaches death, lingering before him.

"Go ahead. I've got nothing to lose."

So, death struck.

"Yo! Dweebs! Guess who's home!?"

There was complete silence throughout the apartment.

"Dweebs? Oh, there you are Tim. Hiding under the sofa again, I see."

Tim started crying and ran to his room. Jack didn't care. He did this all the time.

He went to the fridge and drank from the jug of milk. Disgusting. He turned around and pulled his sunglasses down to peek over them. He was so cool. Just then, Bill came through the door, drooling.

"Honey, I'm hooome!"

"You didn't get drunk again, Bill, did you?"

"Eh, what do you care. It's not your life anyways." He said as he dropped his beer bottle and passed out.

Jack went over to catch him. while Tim finally got under his bed. He had it all neatly laid out. He had everything he needed. A box full of snacks, and a mini-fridge laid right next to his bed. The only time he left was to go to the bathroom.

Jack set Bill on the couch, reclined. He stepped back to look at him. He took his shades and put them on Bill. He looked inconspicuous. Jack went to the hall closet and pulled out an extra pair of shades, but these were blinds.

"Bringin' back the 80's, yo!" He said as he pulled on his vest.

Just then, Brian came home.

"Oh, today was wonderful! I met up with some friends, went out to my favorite place for lunch, it was beautiful! Hey, Jack! I love that outfit! Reminds me of the 80's!"

"Thanks dude."

"Why's Bill on the couch?"

"Oh, he uh, crashed after a hard day at work."

"Why us he wearing your sunglasses? Jack, did he drink again?"

"What? No, that's redonkulous."

"Then what's this bottle doing here?"

"Oh, busted! Sorry dude, I tried."

"He gets off the hook this time, but don't let him do it again. I'm going into the kitchen to make dinner."

Just then, Mike and Valerie came home.

"We're hooome!" Said Valerie. *Ahem*

"WE'RE HOOOME!"

"Hi, Valerie." Everyone said at once.

"I've got, uh, something I need to put away... in the freezer..." Said Mike carrying a black bodybag.

Mike snuck past Brian, wearing an apron he found in the girl's section. He set the body on the floor and slid it through the bottom, and slid it up and behind the shelves, with other frozen bodies. Brian turned around and Mike quickly closed the fridge. Brian had his eyes closed and was humming a happy song.

"Excuse me, Mike." He said.

Mike moved out of the way, and forgot to put the wall between the food and the bodies. Brian stuck his hand in the fridge and felt around the shelf. He reached the back and touched a cold, bloody face. He let go and grabbed the jar of pickles. He pulled it out and looked at his hand.

"I must've cut myself! Mike, could you get me a band aid from the bathroom?"

"S-sure." He said, quickly putting the wall back.

"Hey, did sleeping beauty drink again tonight?" Asked Valerie.

"Yes." Said Brian. "That's his third time this week!"

"Oh, well. Some people just can't be changed..." And sat next to him on the couch to watch a cooking show.

Jack went to the bathroom to check out his outfits, but Mike was there. He was holding a finger.

"Oh, you almost got me there. I thought that was your real finger. It looks just like your ring finger..."

"Yeah, well... it's just a prop."

"Heh. Cool. Can I come in now?"

"Sure. I'll go to my room." Said Mike as he went to his room, the bunk under Brian's. He peeled back an AC-DC poster and started writing on the piece of paper behind it.

This was basically their typical, average, everyday life. It worked like a regular household. Except, some days are different...

"Ugh. What- Where am I?"

"Busted." Said Valerie.

"Shut your mouth! I didn't smoke tonight!"

"You smoked too?"

"Ah, crud. Well, might as well tell it all. I also tried some drugs down in the alleyway."

"Good heavens! You need to stop!"

"Eh. You live your life and I'll live mine." Said Bill as he stayed on the couch, watching whatever was on the TV.

Brian was just about finishing up dinner, when Jack was already at the table.

"Yeah, man, let's eat! I'm starving!"

And eventually, everyone made it to the table and ate.

"Wow! That was delicious!" Brian said as he looked around the table of pigs with their stomachs too full.

"You know, you can enjoy the food better if you eat civilized!"

"Looks like grumpy passed out again. I'll put him on the couch for tonight." Said Valerie.

"Yeah, I think I should go to sleep early too. So no TV for the rest of tonight." Said Jack.

"Okay, I'll be in my room as well." Said Valerie.

Soon, everyone was in their room while Brian had to wash dishes AGAIN.

Valerie walked into his room and looked under Tim's bed. Tim was scared half to death.

"Now, Tim. It's time for bed. Won't you come out?"

"You don't understand me."
Valerie stepped back into bed, as Tim clearly wasn't over whatever it was already.

After he was asleep, Tim got out from under the bed, and got on top of it, spread out, eyes all watery. He had his headphones on and ran into his ipod into his right hand and listened to his depressing list, until he eventually fell asleep.

Mike went back to his room, locked the door, and pulled out a chest from under his bed. It was full of knives. And he put the ones he took today away. He admired each and every one of them, until he heard a knock on the door.

"Mike, I don't know how many times I have to tell you! Stop locking the door! What if it's an emergency?"

"Uh, sorry! I thought it was unlocked!" He said as he shoved the suitcase of knives back under his bed.

"I'm really tired after all the wonderful things that happened today. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Brian."

He fiddled with his finger to prevent him going insane. He kept his cool, and scribbled on the paper behind  the AC-DC poster.

"Whatcha doin?"

"AUGH! N-nothing. Just go to sleep, and don't look through my stuff. Otherwise YOU'LL BE NEXT."

"Ugh, fine. But you know friends don't keep secrets from each other!"

"And friends also don't go asking about their personal life. Everyone has secrets."

"Well I don't!"

"Yeah, yeah. Just go to bed." Said Mike as he laid in bed and pulled the covers over him."

"Alright." Said Brian as he too went to bed.

A few hours later, Mike snuck out of the room with 2 briefcases. Suddenly, he heard a noise.

"Hey Mike. Where are you going?"

"Out for a fun night. It's been a while since I have."

"Heh. You remind me of myself in a way. Go have fun." And went to the fridge.

Mike went outside and into his van. He drove off to have a fun time.

And this is just a regular day of the squad...

Who knows what awaits them in the future?

These names are temporary.

How do you like it so far?

I feel like I'm going to have a lot of fun with Bill...