Some edge and fluff, please enjoy. Also, a small Easter egg . =) read and you'll see it.

"Fucking, damnit!!" The blue shirt male cursed, getting a immediate voice male. Same thing. "Shaun A, Busy." It wouldn't be so annoying if he hadn't gotten the same thing six fucking times. He just wouldn't pick up. "Pick up, Shaun! You fuckin' dickhead." Eric muttered, crabby as he called him again, seeing what reply he'd get. Same thing. "Shaun-" "FUCK" he screamed as he just hung up and threw his phone on the table, sliding a bit as he went on his computer to look like MLAnderson00. See what Michael has to do with this. Result is... A video saying GOODBYE.

He hadn't watched HELLO but he was wondering why it said GOODBYE. So he clicked on it. Immediately he noticed Shaun. Throughout the video he thought it was a hoax and it was all fake and just acting until slowly he realized it wasn't and became more worried. When the end showed Vinny backing away as this..habit, dude, just went towards him laughing and suddenly Shaun screaming, he was a statue. His eyes just bulged out his own head and his jaw had dropped. He covered his mouth in a moment of silence before pushing himself up and off, yanking his phone and yanking his jacket panicky off the door hanger. He threw the door open and slammed it shut behind him.

He ran right to his car, swinging the door, almost hitting the trash bin right next to it, and shutting it once he got in. He hadn't left any voice mails at this point. One just 'Call back when you can, Shaun.' Which was the first time he called Shaun before he got angry. He drive right out and went to try and find this house, trying to find Shaun. He called while he was driving, getting a voice mail. Instead of being mad, he was more worried. When it sent him to Voice male, he just managed to stutter out the words.

"Shaun, fucking Jesus Christ if this is a hoax you better stop it, I'm fucking worried and looking for you, you better be okay or I will fucking hit someone. Please pick up my fucking calls." He stuttered before he hung up, placing his phone on the passenger seat, hoping it'd be all a hoax or at least some sick prank so he'd be okay. He'd be all fine. Nothing bad and no screaming.

While he was off, habit was still torturing the male. When he heard his phone call again. "For fucks sake." He mumbled as he grabbed the phone. He looked at Shaun who was out of breath and trying to leave. "Hey, Shaun boy, listen to this." Habit was gonna see if it was Patrick confirming it all, saying he was worthless, but instead he got the Voicemail Eric left. Which, repeated, word for word.

"Shaun, fucking Jesus Christ if this is a hoax you better stop it, I'm fucking worried and looking for you, you better be okay or i will fucking hit someone. Please pick up my fucking calls." Then it ended. Shaun just looked at his phone in complete disbelief. Habit seemed pretty surprise as well. "Who the fuck-" he read the caller ID. "...Eric..? Huh, didn't know you had another person." He laughed. "Really desperate?" Habit then got a sickened idea. He pressed call.

Eric was shocked when he heard his phone ring, he immediately picked it up. "Hello?! Shaun! Dude what the fuck!-" he was cut off. "Eric, you random fuck?" Habit asked, a wide smirk. "Looking for Shaun, ay?" He was beginning to tease him. Eric noticed the voice as habit's immediately and growled. "You fucker. Listen here." He started. "You better not be hurting Shaun, you fuck wad. He didn't do jack shit."

"Oh really?" He asked, chuckling. "Why, I hate to break it to you but.. He did. Meeting up with Vinny." "Which he didn't expect to turn into a kidnapping, you stupid mother fucker." "Hey! Don't you dARE. Insult me." Habit was turning threatening. "What are ya gonna do anyway? Beat me up? Smash through the window like a spy?" He was getting more winded up. And this just pissed Eric off. And it made him very impulsive. He said all this with speaker.

"LISTEN, FUCKER, I LOVE THAT MAN AND YOU TRYING TO HURT HIM PISSES ME OFF, DON'T DO SHIT OR ELSE I WILL FIND YOU AND FUCKING SMASH YOUR HEAD IN WITH A MAILBOX, UNDERSTAND?! GET HIM BACK IN ONE PIECE!!" He screamed right into his phone. Habit had to back up his phone back because he was so loud. And Shaun was just lost for words. He didn't expect to hear that, first part. The second part, yeah maybe, but the first part, fuck no.

Habit was just speechless, he didn't know what the fuck to even say. That's the real issue, shocking habit. Suddenly, he just grinned. Idea. "Alright, One piece? Ya say? Ya love him?" Eric, being impulsive, still said. "YES." In a stern tone. "Hm. I don't know, I've hurt him. Unless ya wanna, hm, I don't know...hurt yourself." Shaun was gonna get ready to scream at habit before Eric grumbled. "If you give him back, go right the fuck ahead. Apparently I'm the reason Patrick hates me and Michael is doing worse." Eric was just determined at this point.

Shaun wanted to say something before habit nodded. "Alright, d e al." With that, suddenly Shaun teleported. He was now at the side of the road, in the bushes. He slowly got up, trying to figure out how he got there. Before long he saw  Eric's car go to a halt as he slowly got out. He looked on and was wondering where Shaun was before he was blind sighted and smacked upside the head with a mailbox himself.

Shaun was gonna try and check on him but eh couldn't leave, like some force was keeping him out, he could see Eric just down for the count as habit silently chuckled. "Wow, weak, aren't you?" He began to laugh more until other laughter came with it. Shaun wasn't laughing. No one else but habit was laughing. He slowly realized who was laughing.. It was Eric. Though, it didn't seem like Eric. His voice was his normal slightly low pitched voice which slowly became more higher pitched as he began to get up. He did also realize that his blood wasn't dripping red.. It was slowly becoming a more hot pink.

Habit could barely react until he suddenly got a swift smack across the face, stinging like acid was melting through him. He didn't get a proper look like it defiantly wasn't Eric. His smile was supposed to have blunt white teeth, but instead it was a high form of yellow along with his eyes which just had the hot pink melt through them. Before habit could ask, he was kicked in the head which resulted in a really bright light.

Suddenly, the blood was back to Normal. And when Shaun looked at himself, his wounds were just gone. He knew habit was still around, but he had basically been put in his place. Eric was back to normal, white blunt teeth and his normal eye color. He had blood running down his face from the whack to the head earlier but that led to the question.. What was that? That wasn't Eric nor a possession from habit, because even he looked shocked and also in major pain when he was punched and shit scared when he looked at Eric. But before he could piece things together, suddenly he saw Eric fal, backwards. Unconscious

Let's just say, Shaun ended up driving home trying to keep Eric stabilized as he got home. He quickly got Eric and rushed inside, barging the door open and found the most closest and comfortable thing to rest him on. Couch. He placed him on the couch, as gently as he could before rushing to find a medical kit. Because the drive took a while, now his body slowly started to turn on. Eric started to wake up, splitting headache accompanied. When Shaun came in, he saw Eric try to stand. Like nothing happened. He quickly slid over and pushed him down. "Dude, you're not helping yourself."

Eric just stayed silent as he saw Shaun perfectly okay. One piece. Shaun took his time to clean up his head and start to bandage it up, so he'd be okay and maybe be healed before he sends him to a hospital. But when he finished, he asked Eric a question. "Who was that? The yellow toothed neon pink bleeding dude?" And he will never forget what Eric, the other male, told him..

"Bliss."