Chapter Text
The hooded Bob had knocked about ten times on the door to Tari’s house with no answer. He tapped his foot impatiently.
“Bro! Tari, are you in there? I need your money to fund swanky new rooms for my hote- Uh, I mean charity.” The silent walls responded for her. Bob took that personally.
“Alright, fine! I’ll just grab the money myself!” Using his sword hands, he ripped the door from its hinges, tossing it to the side and inviting himself into Tari’s home.
“I hope you don’t mind if I look around and help myself to your cash.” Bob said to the air, all while meandering around the various rooms. He heedlessly threw drawers out their shelves, cushions from chairs and couches, and more doors out their frames just for the hell of it, but no money was found.
“Damn! You’d think someone with so many gaming setups would be more loaded!” he griped. He approached the final room, Tari’s room. But before he could murder another door, he picked up a faint static coming from the other side. Bob hesitated.
“Hm. Do I really want to risk my life for velvet rugs?” Bob asked himself while rubbing his chin with his blades. “Of course I do!” Bob desecrated the final door, chucking it into the far wall of the bedroom, where it stuck. Inside, everything seemed to be normal. Not a single thing out of place. Aside from the door. Bob had no intention to fix that. But everything seemed fine. Peaceful. But without the door as a barrier, the static was able to rise to a quiet roar.
Out of sheer curiosity, Bob decided to follow the noise. Peeking his head around the corner, he determined the cause. Tari was sitting in front of her TV, her robotic arm pointing at a console sitting in front of it. On the TV was some kind of horror video game with ugly monsters trying to kill the main character.
Bob walked closer. Upon further inspection, the main character looked to be a miniature version of Tari, with her hand raised up by her face, like it was a duck’s head. Now that he was closer, Bob noticed a USB cable connecting Tari’s finger to the console. He followed her arm all the way up to her face, which gave him a blank stare, if you could call it that, as her eyes displayed nothing but static.
“Huh.” Bob remarked. He poked Tari in the shoulder. “Yo Tari, where do you keep your cash?” She didn’t move. Bob turned to the console and pulled out the cable. Tari swayed for a few seconds and then gave out a bloodcurdling scream.
“Ow! What the hell was that for Tari?” Bob scolded, holding the sides of his head.
“What? How did I get back here? Wait, Bob? Why are you in my house?”
“Great, you’re awake! Now, where is your money?” Bob asked.
“Um…” Tari muttered. She reached in her pocket. “My card?”
“Hell yeah!” Bob swiped the card from her hand and ran out of her house. Tari sat there agape. Her robotic arm perked up beside her head.
“That was the worst thirty days of my life!” Clench whined.
“Yeah…” Tari agreed.
It was only then that the two of them noticed the door stuck in the wall.