Choir's Sleepover (Story)

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=== Prologue ===
SUNDAY, 2146, CHOIR’S HOUSE
    The house was silent, as usual. It was early in the morning, where only Alto, and his big brother Symbal lived. They were the only ones awake, due to their father being very lazy in the mornings. Alto was in the kitchen with a blanket over his shoulder. He yawned in a tired manner, sipping some of his coffee that he made only a few seconds ago. He was about to go back to his room, but was met by his brother, staring at him in the eyes. “Good morning, Alto….” He walked past him, beginning to make his own coffee. Alto thought that Symbal would want to have some sort of conversation, so he sat down in his chair, facing Symbal. The silence that Alto felt eerie, and almost unsettling, so he broke the silence by taking a loud sip of his coffee. “Sooo…you look like you woke up on the wrong side of the bed...huh?” Symbal doesn’t answer him. He continues to pour the liquid into a mug that had writing on it. It had the words #1 Science Fan on it. His brother in fact, loved science, and said that soon he’d create living beings. Alto turned back to Symbal, who sat far away from him, with his back also facing him, in the other side of the room, picking up the newspaper that was sitting on the counter from the day before. Alto stood up, walking over to him and taking a seat next to Symbal. He smiled at him, a happy, lively smile. Symbal didn’t seem to care much about him sitting next to him at all. With only one glance and a huff, made Alto quite upset. Alto put a hand on Symbal’s shoulder, rubbing it. “You okay, big brother? You know if there’s anything bothering y-“ Symbal smacked Alto’s hand away with great force, something that Alto has never felt from his own brother before. “I don’t need your help with anything, Alto. And just call me Symbal, got that?” Symbal sounded heated and was obviously in a bitter mood. Alto took his hand away slowly, offended by Symbals words. “I…I just wanted to help my big broth- I mean, I just tried to help you….” Symbal glares at him with fury in his eyes, what got him so angry at his little brother? Alto didn’t know, of course. Alto smiled, thinking that playing video games with Symbal would cheer him up from his bitter mood. “How about playing video games together? Remember when we used to do that all the time when we were little?” Alto makes a little dance of happiness and joy that ticks off Symbal. Symbal slowly stood up, slamming his fists on the table, causing Alto’s mug to fall over and shatter to pieces. “I…I think its about time I talk to you, Alto.” Alto cowers into his chair, covering himself with a blanket, afraid that Symbal could hit him at any moment. “What’s wrong? Y-you could’ve told me something earlier when I said you could….!” Symbal towered over him with a threatening stance. He looked furious, his eyes were filled with rage. “I’m sick and tired of you, I’M SO TIRED OF YOU!” He walked up to him, pinning Alto against the wall. “I’m sick and tired of dad thinking that you’re so much better than me, I’m tired of it!” Alto shook his head in pure fear. “Symbal, he never thought that!” Symbal rose his fist in the air, ready to give Alto a black eye. “He loves you more than he loves me! It isn’t fair! It’s never been fair!” He punched Alto straight up in the face, leaving a bruise. Alto scooted away, only feeling fear. “What did I ever do to you?!” Symbal kicked him with large amounts of force. “What you ever did to me, was EXIST!” He grabs a kitchen knife, ready to take down Alto.
=== Prologue ===
Alto steps back away from him, petrified at what his brother has become. “Symbal! Stop! We can talk this out!” Symbal kicked him again, but harder than what he did before. “I don’t want to talk it out, I want to get rid of you.” Alto bursts out in tears, screaming in horror as Symbal was just about to slash his throat. Alto felt a sudden pain, coughing out blood in seconds. He looked down to the ground, seeing a puddle of his own blood, splattered all over the floor. Symbal grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, snickering in a mocking way. “Goodbye, broth-“ Someone punched Symbal in the face, hard, hard enough to cause him to fall over. Alto looked up only to see his father looking panicked. He grabbed Alto, pulling him away and into a chair where he could rest. Symbal in the corner of the room began to sit up slowly, looking dazed as an effect of Choir punching him. “What is happening?” Choir said in a panicked tone with a hint of anger. “Why is Alto bleeding, Symbal? Is there something wrong in your head?!” Symbal looked scared as Alto could see. He almost looked sorry for Alto. “Wait- dad I can explain-“Choir screams at him at the top of his lungs “No- GET OUT OF HERE!” He sounded dead serious. “I SAID GET OUT! DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU ANOTHER TIME?!” Symbal shakes his head, he was almost in tears as his own father said this. “Dad, please!” Choir screamed at him again, but louder and more threatening than before. “This is your last warning, GET OUT YOU PSYCHOPATH!” Symbal stood paralyzed on the floor for a long moment, processing what was happening. He looked at Alto, as if his stare said “This is all your fault.” He took one last glance at Choir before dashing out of the house. Alto couldn’t speak. He was too much in shock. He felt his vision blurring out, he couldn’t see. He needed help, quickly. Choir looked down at him with a worrying look. “Are you okay, Alto? What happened?” Alto gulped back tears, wiping his face with his arm. “He…he got mad at me…he said that you think that I’m better than him, and you love me more than him….” Choir made a face of disappointment and sadness. “I never thought anything like that…I loved you both equally. Do you understand?” Alto nodded, beginning to cry. “It’s not like I ever thought that….” Choir nods, putting an arm around Alto and giving him a tight hug. “I know...I don’t believe that you would do such a thing…now we need to get you to the doctor, before anything else happens.” He picked up Alto like a little child. It felt soothing to Alto, to be held in his fathers arms lovingly. “I just want Symbal back….”
=== Chapter one ===
11:23 PM, MONDAY, 16 YEARS LATER 
    It was a rainy day in the city. Choir sat was seen sitting down on his favorite couch, watching the news at his favorite hour of the night. The news was showing on the screen of the reporter showing a, well, report of what’s going on in the world. They spoke in a scared, hurried, and panicked tone. “Officials say that there have been a few reports of dead bodies around ally ways of the city. This situation is currently behind held in control. In the meantime, please keep your loved ones inside. Lock your doors, and don’t trust anybody you see until this situation has been handled. Thank you.” Choir glares at the screen, making a angry purring noise that he does whenever he’s in a bad mood. He picked up the remote but failed a few times due to not looking where the remote is. He finally picked it up and turned the TV off, sighing in relief. Choir went to his room to rest for a bit and get that news report out of his head. It was hard for him, he couldn’t go back to bed. He stared out into the empty darkness of the night thinking about his son, Alto, who he thought was awake as well. He decided it would be a good idea to check on him.
=== Chapter two ===
Choir walks downstairs to his son’s room. He peeks in, scanning around the room. He saw a light under the covers of the bed. He sighed, thinking: “Is Alto playing on his Nintendo again? Oh well…” He took off the sheet that Alto was hiding under, confirming his suspicions.  Alto had a worried expression on his face. “Dad? What are you doing?” He looks down at the Nintendo for a split second and yelps. “Sorry! I know that I’m not supposed to be playing!” he whimpers. Choir shakes his head, stroking Alto’s hair in a soothing manner. “I don’t care about that, right now.” He glares down at him. “Though, I would if it was any other day….” Alto rolls his eyes. “Dad? I saw the news and stuff…” Choir swooped up Alto in his arms, carrying him like a small child. Choir nods. “I’m guessing you were spying on me before you went to go play on your gadget?” Alto nods, smiling nervously. “Maaybee….” Choir waves his hand in the air, in a way that meant: “Go on Alto, tell me what you were saying before.” Alto nods.  “Okay anyway…I got a bit worried about Cornet…and uh…can we invite him over?” Choir sighs and nods. “As long as Pilot says so, then maybe yes, he can come.” Alto jumps up in excitement. “Yes! Just got to make sure he’s going to come safely….” He picks up his phone and dials Cornet’s phone number.
=== Chapter three ===
It was half an hour before Cornet arrived at Choirs house. He was soaking wet due to torrential rain. Alto rushed over to Cornet, giving him a big hug, but getting his sweater wet in the process. “Hey Cornet! How’s it going?” Cornet gave him a thumbs up, smiling. Alto wrapped a  towel around Cornet, trying to keep him nice and warm. Cornet looked up at Alto. “So uh, Pilot and I heard about something on the news, did you hear it too….?” Alto nods. “Heh, of course I did! You know how I spy on dad on almost everything!” Choir glares down at him, raising an eyebrow. “Seriously?” Alto frowned. “Shoot…I was supposed to keep my stupid mouth shut! Sorry dad, I’ll explain everything later!” Cornet giggled while watching the others.  Suddenly a white shine catches Cornet’s eye from the window. He frowned and backed away, scared. “I saw something out the window….” Alto looked at the window with a suspicious expression. He walked over to it, scanning it to see if there was anything outside. He shrugged and walked back over to the two. “Didn’t see anyone, it looks clear! There’s nothing to worry about, okay Cornet?” He hugged him tightly. Cornet nodded. “Okay, I believe you!”
=== Chapter four ===
Alto was in his room with Cornet, showing him games on his Nintendo while Choir cooked midnight snacks for the two. Alto jumped up and turned to Cornet. “I’ll be right back! You can play on it while I’m in the bathroom, okay? Bye!” He runs off downstairs. Cornet nods and waves at him. “Okay, thanks!” He started playing a Pokémon game. Moments later, Cornet heard whispering. “Hey! Over here you!” He looks around frantically, his eyes wide. “Who’s there….?” He sat up, looking around once again. “Show yourself!” He sees a large figure on the other side of the room, staring at him with its shining white eyes. It walked up to him, putting its hand on Cornet’s shoulder. “You have something that someone wants..." Cornet shakes his head and screams. “LEAVE ME ALONE!”  The figure grabbed Cornet, pulling hard, but Cornet shoved it off, running downstairs, screaming bloody murder.
=== Chapter five ===
As Cornet fled down the stairs, he began to feel dizzy. He thought it was one of the creatures’ abilities to make its victims slow down. He could feel it grabbing on to his shoulder, pulling hard on it. It screamed at him to stop, begging almost. “Please! I wont hurt you!” Cornet tripped on one of the steps of the stairs, falling over face first on the floor. He turned over to face the creature, tears running down his cheeks. He shook his head. “What do you want?! Get away!” He shielded his face, his hands in fear. As he opened his eyes, everything was blurry to the point where Cornet couldn’t make out a single object in the room except for the creature’s face. It reached out for Cornet’s hand to pull him up, but Cornet refused, pulling his hand away. “Who are you?!” Cornet said, shouting at it. It looks around frantically, looking panicked. “Look, I know you’re about to faint or something, but my name is Uminaoshi! Remember that when you wake up, please!” Cornet feels even more dizzy. His stomach is hurting like a million fire ants just bit him. He falls limp as he falls unconscious.
=== Chapter six ===
Choir was in a panic once Cornet had disappeared out of thin air. He started pacing around the kitchen while he ate a sandwich anxiously. Choir groaned and slammed his fists on the table in anger and frustration. “What happened to him? Where did he go?” He started pulling on his own hair, successfully ripping some out. Alto scrunched his face up as he swallowed the last bite of his sandwich. “Dad, I’m sure we’ll find him soon! He could’ve just gone home….” Alto suddenly had a terrible thought that scared him almost half to death. “Or maybe that creature that killed people on the news report got to him….?” Choir stopped pacing around the room, his eyes wide. Alto cowered down into his chair; a bit afraid of what his father might say next. Choir started to shake his head slowly, a wave of panic washing throughout his body. “No no no no no…it couldn’t have….” Choir screams at the top of his lungs in frustration, slamming his fists on the table continuously. He turns to Alto, breathing heavily. “We NEED to find him, WE NEED TO FIND HIM NOW!” Alto nods. “Okay, I’ll go get ready!” He runs upstairs while Choir started screaming at him. “PACK EVERYTHING THAT IS IMPORTANT TO YOU, WE’RE LOOKING FOR CORNET AND WE WONT STOP UNTIL WE FIND HIM!” Choir packs up his own things quickly. Soon after, we was done and headed off to Altos room. Alto turned to him and nods. “I’m ready now. Let’s go.” They rush out of the apartment in the dead of night.
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