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Part three

Lewis awoke, looking up he was sat at the common room table, a bottle of gin in front of him. It was dark outside. He groaned, rubbing his eyes and pulling out his phone.

'9:47'

He sighed and rubbed his eyes again, standing up and swaying slightly. Paul was walking past in the corridor, and noticed him struggling to stand.
"Hey Lewis?" He said, walking in. "You're here late?" He checked his watch.
"I had... Work to do..." His boss mumbled, his head swaying. How much had he drunk?
The beany clad man looked to the table, seeing the half empty bottle of gin. Now his bosses stupor made sense. He quickly had to help hold the raven haired man up as his legs threatened to turn to jelly. "Woah... Lewis? Come on let's get you sat down..." He said.
"No... I... I need to go to my room..." Lewis muttered.
"Lewis you need some rest" Paul said, helping him sit down on the sofa.
"But I..." He thought to the files he had to look through and try and unlock... "I have work to do..." He tried to stand up again.
"No Lewis, you're drunk ok, just relax. Me and Duncan still have some recording to do so... If you want to sit in there with us so we can keep an eye on you?"
The raven haired man looked up at his friend, well the multiple versions of his friend that he could see through his drunken eyes. "Yeah... Yeah good idea... Could you... Could you help me? Please?" He responded. He wouldn't be able to pay attention to the files at this point anyway...
The beany clad man nodded and helped his boss into the live stream room, setting him down in one of the chairs next to Duncan. The blonde man looked over to his boss. "You alright Lewis?" He asked. Getting a slight nod from him. "We still recording?" He asked Paul.
"Yeah yeah, just said its probably better for Lewis to sit in here with us and relax a bit." Paul answered, before walking back to the door. "I'm gonna get you some water ok Lewis?"
The raven haired man looked up slightly, his vision lagging. "Y-yeah... Thanks Sjin..."
Paul nodded and walked out, followed by Duncan. "Has he been drinking?" The blonde asked as they made their way to the kitchen. Paul pointed at the common room.
"Went in there and found him almost passing out with a bottle of gin." Paul answered. Duncan raised his eyebrows.
"Seriously? Do you think he'll be ok?" The blonde asked.
"We just need to make sure he sobers up a bit before he heads home." Paul answered. "I still want to know what's going on with him at the moment... I'm getting really worried..." He poured the man a glass of water and then took it to him. He thanked them and the two men sat back down to record.
Half way through their boss got up and left the room, stumbling into the wall outside.
"Where do you think he's going?" Paul whispered.
"Probably the throw up..." Duncan answered.
They were right, the raven haired man made his way to the bathroom, dropping to his knees next to the toilet and throwing up into it. It burnt his throat. "Fuck..." He mumbled to himself, retching again and vomiting some more.
After a few minutes of trying to stand back up without feeling sick, he finally managed to stumble back to the room, almost tripping as he made his way over to the chair and flopped down into it, putting his head into his hands.
"You ok Lewis?" Paul asked.
He shook his head. He wasn't ok.
"I think we should leave it there for today Sjin, we gotta sort some... Stuff out." The blonde looked to his boss, who was flopping in his chair and almost falling off of it. "So we'll see you guys soon!"
"Bye!" Paul said.
They shut off the recording. "Ok so I'm gonna get my stuff from my room, so I'll be back soon." Duncan said.
"Same." Paul answered and the two left the room. "We'll be back soon Lewis."
The raven haired man gave a slight nod and they walked out. He felt his stomach begin to unravel again and made his way back to the toilet. He drooped down, falling against the toilet stall wall and throwing up. He flopped forward, knocking his chin on the bowl.
The blonde walked in, slotting the open stall and his boss sat there. He made his way over. "Lewis? You ok?" He asked, kneeling next to him.
He retched again, nothing coming up anymore. He looked up at the blonde, who had a look of worry plastered over his face.
"No..." He managed to speak, he did not feel good.
Duncan sighed and rubbed his bosses back. "Its alright Lewis..." He said, watching as his friend was on the verge of passing out. "Come on, you wanna get some food?" He asked.
Lewis nodded slightly.
"I'm gonna get you a glass of water." The blonde said, standing and walking out and into the kitchen. Lewis stood, stumbling over to the sink. He turned the tap on, splashing cold water onto his face and rubbing his eyes. It helped him feel a little better. He looked at himself in the mirror, and stepped back slightly, slipping on the floor and landing painfully.
Duncan came back in with the glass of water and helped him up. "You ok?" He asked, resting him against the sinks.
"Yeah... Yeah..." Lewis answered, looking back round to the mirrors. It was his normal reflection now, as apposed to Xephos. He rubbed his eyes. "God I feel like I'm going crazy..." He took the drink and drank some spitting into the sink and accepting a chewing gum from his blonde friend.
"Ready to go?" Paul asked, walking in.
"Yeah." Duncan answered. "Come on Lewis. Let's get you something to eat."
"I don't have any money..." Lewis answered, slurring his words.
"Its ok we can pay for it... We just need to sort you out." Duncan said, helping him out and down the stairs and to the closest fast food place. McDonalds.
They sat down with their food, eating their burgers and fries. Lewis only nibbled on a couple of fries.
In their time there, the raven haired man had rushed to the toilet twice. The second time he came back he flopped down at the table, slamming his head against it and groaning.
"Fucking hell Lewis... You look like shit." Duncan said. "I think its time to get you home."
"I can do it..." Lewis mumbled, standing up and stumbling to the door. The other two looked to each other, quickly ate their food, and rushed out. Following their boss. They quickly caught up with him.
"Lewis let us call you a taxi?" Paul asked, pulling out his phone.
"No... I'm walking..." He answered. "So either go and enjoy the rest of your night or... I don't know." He slurred his words and began stumbling down the street again. The other two followed behind, keeping their distance but being ready for their boss to drop over. He didn't thankfully, and just as he got to the corner of the alleyway, leading down a shortcut to his and Duncan's flats, Duncan got a phone call. "Hell be fine for a minute... Wait a second... He can walk through the ally." Duncan told Paul, opening his phone. "Hello? Hey... Yeah I'll be back soon... Yeah I just gotta help Lewis out... Yeah he's drunk again... Yeah... Yeah I know... Yeah I'll lock the door when I get in..." He spoke. Paul was looking between him and where Lewis had gone frantically.
"Dunc I think we should go..." Paul muttered, seeing that Lewis had stumbled round the corner and out of sight.
The raven haired man walked round the corner, stumbling down the alley. Once he turned the corner at the end something gripped his neck, pinning him to the wall. Black shadows surrounded him, laughing, jeering, bright white eyes evil. He closed his eyes, trying to ignore them, and felt himself drop to the floor, and heard his friends coming over.
"Lewis?" Duncan asked, he spotted his friend sat on the ground, flopped against the wall. Paul helped the blonde to get their friend up and they took him to his house. "Did you trip?" Duncan asked.
"N...yes." The raven haired man said, stopping himself from mentioning the black shadows that had been following him recently... "I tripped... Somehow... I don't know..."
"Let's get him to bed." Duncan said. They took him through his place, taking him to the bedroom and laying him down on the bed. Taking off his shirt which had vomit and sweat down it, and putting it in his laundry. They decided it be best to leave his trousers on and put him under the covers. He was asleep by this point. They left him alone, leaving the house.
"You wanna just stay over at mine tonight? Instead of getting a taxi?" Duncan asked.
"Sure, if that's cool."
"If you're ok with sleeping on the sofa." Duncan laughed. They walked towards Duncan's place. "I wonder if Lewis will be ok?" Paul asked.
"I'm sure he'll be fine..."
"Not just from being drunk though, I mean recently... He's been... Strange. I just... Something's just not quite right with him."
"I agree... Let's see how it goes over the next few days." Duncan added.
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Lewis shook his head slightly, and looked up, the room was filled with shadows, he jumped, immediately closed his eyes, hoping to ignore them. But when he opened they weren't there... Was he imagining it? In his drunken state?
He stood and walked over to the window, seeing that the one shadow that had been there the night before had made its way slightly down the garden... He was right. Either 'dark' was trying scare him again, or he was just imagining it after the lack of sleep. He sighed and laid back down, going back to sleep.

And on his open laptop next to his bed, a message popped up on his minecraft screen.

Dark - Wakey wakey Lewis...

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Part three

Lewis awoke, looking up he was sat at the common room table, a bottle of gin in front of him. It was dark outside. He groaned, rubbing his eyes and pulling out his phone.

'9:47'

He sighed and rubbed his eyes again, standing up and swaying slightly. Paul was walking past in the corridor, and noticed him struggling to stand.
"Hey Lewis?" He said, walking in. "You're here late?" He checked his watch.
"I had... Work to do..." His boss mumbled, his head swaying. How much had he drunk?
The beany clad man looked to the table, seeing the half empty bottle of gin. Now his bosses stupor made sense. He quickly had to help hold the raven haired man up as his legs threatened to turn to jelly. "Woah... Lewis? Come on let's get you sat down..." He said.
"No... I... I need to go to my room..." Lewis muttered.
"Lewis you need some rest" Paul said, helping him sit down on the sofa.
"But I..." He thought to the files he had to look through and try and unlock... "I have work to do..." He tried to stand up again.
"No Lewis, you're drunk ok, just relax. Me and Duncan still have some recording to do so... If you want to sit in there with us so we can keep an eye on you?"
The raven haired man looked up at his friend, well the multiple versions of his friend that he could see through his drunken eyes. "Yeah... Yeah good idea... Could you... Could you help me? Please?" He responded. He wouldn't be able to pay attention to the files at this point anyway...
The beany clad man nodded and helped his boss into the live stream room, setting him down in one of the chairs next to Duncan. The blonde man looked over to his boss. "You alright Lewis?" He asked. Getting a slight nod from him. "We still recording?" He asked Paul.
"Yeah yeah, just said its probably better for Lewis to sit in here with us and relax a bit." Paul answered, before walking back to the door. "I'm gonna get you some water ok Lewis?"
The raven haired man looked up slightly, his vision lagging. "Y-yeah... Thanks Sjin..."
Paul nodded and walked out, followed by Duncan. "Has he been drinking?" The blonde asked as they made their way to the kitchen. Paul pointed at the common room.
"Went in there and found him almost passing out with a bottle of gin." Paul answered. Duncan raised his eyebrows.
"Seriously? Do you think he'll be ok?" The blonde asked.
"We just need to make sure he sobers up a bit before he heads home." Paul answered. "I still want to know what's going on with him at the moment... I'm getting really worried..." He poured the man a glass of water and then took it to him. He thanked them and the two men sat back down to record.
Half way through their boss got up and left the room, stumbling into the wall outside.
"Where do you think he's going?" Paul whispered.
"Probably the throw up..." Duncan answered.
They were right, the raven haired man made his way to the bathroom, dropping to his knees next to the toilet and throwing up into it. It burnt his throat. "Fuck..." He mumbled to himself, retching again and vomiting some more.
After a few minutes of trying to stand back up without feeling sick, he finally managed to stumble back to the room, almost tripping as he made his way over to the chair and flopped down into it, putting his head into his hands.
"You ok Lewis?" Paul asked.
He shook his head. He wasn't ok.
"I think we should leave it there for today Sjin, we gotta sort some... Stuff out." The blonde looked to his boss, who was flopping in his chair and almost falling off of it. "So we'll see you guys soon!"
"Bye!" Paul said.
They shut off the recording. "Ok so I'm gonna get my stuff from my room, so I'll be back soon." Duncan said.
"Same." Paul answered and the two left the room. "We'll be back soon Lewis."
The raven haired man gave a slight nod and they walked out. He felt his stomach begin to unravel again and made his way back to the toilet. He drooped down, falling against the toilet stall wall and throwing up. He flopped forward, knocking his chin on the bowl.
The blonde walked in, slotting the open stall and his boss sat there. He made his way over. "Lewis? You ok?" He asked, kneeling next to him.
He retched again, nothing coming up anymore. He looked up at the blonde, who had a look of worry plastered over his face.
"No..." He managed to speak, he did not feel good.
Duncan sighed and rubbed his bosses back. "Its alright Lewis..." He said, watching as his friend was on the verge of passing out. "Come on, you wanna get some food?" He asked.
Lewis nodded slightly.
"I'm gonna get you a glass of water." The blonde said, standing and walking out and into the kitchen. Lewis stood, stumbling over to the sink. He turned the tap on, splashing cold water onto his face and rubbing his eyes. It helped him feel a little better. He looked at himself in the mirror, and stepped back slightly, slipping on the floor and landing painfully.
Duncan came back in with the glass of water and helped him up. "You ok?" He asked, resting him against the sinks.
"Yeah... Yeah..." Lewis answered, looking back round to the mirrors. It was his normal reflection now, as apposed to Xephos. He rubbed his eyes. "God I feel like I'm going crazy..." He took the drink and drank some spitting into the sink and accepting a chewing gum from his blonde friend.
"Ready to go?" Paul asked, walking in.
"Yeah." Duncan answered. "Come on Lewis. Let's get you something to eat."
"I don't have any money..." Lewis answered, slurring his words.
"Its ok we can pay for it... We just need to sort you out." Duncan said, helping him out and down the stairs and to the closest fast food place. McDonalds.
They sat down with their food, eating their burgers and fries. Lewis only nibbled on a couple of fries.
In their time there, the raven haired man had rushed to the toilet twice. The second time he came back he flopped down at the table, slamming his head against it and groaning.
"Fucking hell Lewis... You look like shit." Duncan said. "I think its time to get you home."
"I can do it..." Lewis mumbled, standing up and stumbling to the door. The other two looked to each other, quickly ate their food, and rushed out. Following their boss. They quickly caught up with him.
"Lewis let us call you a taxi?" Paul asked, pulling out his phone.
"No... I'm walking..." He answered. "So either go and enjoy the rest of your night or... I don't know." He slurred his words and began stumbling down the street again. The other two followed behind, keeping their distance but being ready for their boss to drop over. He didn't thankfully, and just as he got to the corner of the alleyway, leading down a shortcut to his and Duncan's flats, Duncan got a phone call. "Hell be fine for a minute... Wait a second... He can walk through the ally." Duncan told Paul, opening his phone. "Hello? Hey... Yeah I'll be back soon... Yeah I just gotta help Lewis out... Yeah he's drunk again... Yeah... Yeah I know... Yeah I'll lock the door when I get in..." He spoke. Paul was looking between him and where Lewis had gone frantically.
"Dunc I think we should go..." Paul muttered, seeing that Lewis had stumbled round the corner and out of sight.
The raven haired man walked round the corner, stumbling down the alley. Once he turned the corner at the end something gripped his neck, pinning him to the wall. Black shadows surrounded him, laughing, jeering, bright white eyes evil. He closed his eyes, trying to ignore them, and felt himself drop to the floor, and heard his friends coming over.
"Lewis?" Duncan asked, he spotted his friend sat on the ground, flopped against the wall. Paul helped the blonde to get their friend up and they took him to his house. "Did you trip?" Duncan asked.
"N...yes." The raven haired man said, stopping himself from mentioning the black shadows that had been following him recently... "I tripped... Somehow... I don't know..."
"Let's get him to bed." Duncan said. They took him through his place, taking him to the bedroom and laying him down on the bed. Taking off his shirt which had vomit and sweat down it, and putting it in his laundry. They decided it be best to leave his trousers on and put him under the covers. He was asleep by this point. They left him alone, leaving the house.
"You wanna just stay over at mine tonight? Instead of getting a taxi?" Duncan asked.
"Sure, if that's cool."
"If you're ok with sleeping on the sofa." Duncan laughed. They walked towards Duncan's place. "I wonder if Lewis will be ok?" Paul asked.
"I'm sure he'll be fine..."
"Not just from being drunk though, I mean recently... He's been... Strange. I just... Something's just not quite right with him."
"I agree... Let's see how it goes over the next few days." Duncan added.
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Lewis shook his head slightly, and looked up, the room was filled with shadows, he jumped, immediately closed his eyes, hoping to ignore them. But when he opened they weren't there... Was he imagining it? In his drunken state?
He stood and walked over to the window, seeing that the one shadow that had been there the night before had made its way slightly down the garden... He was right. Either 'dark' was trying scare him again, or he was just imagining it after the lack of sleep. He sighed and laid back down, going back to sleep.

And on his open laptop next to his bed, a message popped up on his minecraft screen.

Dark - Wakey wakey Lewis...