"Ugh, I'm going to throw up."

In late of night, with the moon shining brightly over him, a dark-haired man was stumbling down an alley. Littering the alley were trash bags and broken glass bottles. A cat could be seen scouring around for mice as the sound of cars echoed across the concrete walls. Feeling his stomach was about to burst, the man turned to the wall and threw up.

"Bleugggh...why did I have to drink that much..."

The man thought of the day he just had. His boss had given him a large project that was due next week, making him feel very overstressed. It would not be much of an issue by itself, as he was one of the more experienced employees and had done many other projects just like it. The issue was that everyone else was away for the holidays. As the only one who was still working, his boss had given him everyone else's work.

Which led to him drinking himself silly.

After finishing throwing basically everything he drank back up, he continued walking towards the end of the alley. After reaching the end of the alley, he looked at his phone to check the time.

'It's uh, 10...no 11:30, I should get home.'

Following the route that he had taken for over two years, the man reached a crossroad. With him being drunk, he had no care in the world, completely ignored the red light, and started to walk across the road. He also didn't notice the car speeding towards him. By the time he reached the middle of the road, the car was about to crash into him.

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"Fuck, my back is starting to really hurt..."

The man finished crossing the road. He heard someone shouting but couldn't make out the words. Looking back at the road, he saw a car speeding away as the shouting became ever so distant. He couldn't care what people thought of him. As he looked over the road, a wave of nostalgia hit him

'Strange, I feel like I've done this exact situation before...déjà vu, huh.'

After the wave of nostalgia passed, he saw what looked like a body on the road. It had the exact same outfit and backpack as him. It looked like it was hit by a car, with its whole body covered in glass shards and twisted in unnatural ways. The being's blood was also leaking out, creating an ever-increasing pool of blood. However, the moment he took a step towards the body, it disappeared and left nothing behind; no glass, no blood, nothing.

'I must have hallucinated it. I guess I am extremely drunk.'

Pushing what just happened to the back of his mind, he continued on his journey back home. Slowly, he reached the convenience store near his apartment. He paused in front of a store debating whether he should go in or not.

'Should I buy some water? I'm feeling pretty thirsty...nah, I'm almost home, I'll just drink some water when I get back.'

After about 5 more minutes, he reached his apartment building. He punched in his password into the digital lock and entered the apartment. He reached the elevator and waited for the elevator to reach him. Once the doors opened, he entered the elevator and reached his floor. After he walked out the door, he reached into the bag and scrambled around for his keys. He grabbed his keys, reached his home, and was prepared to open the door when he heard a noise inside.

"The fuck was that?" He thought he once again hallucinated it when he heard another noise that confirmed there was something or someone inside. That revelation turned him partially sober.

'Did someone break into my house?! Why? I don't have any valuables...Do I have anything to defend myself with? I mean, I have my backpack...yeah, I can do this.'

He grabbed the top strap of his backpack and used his free hand to carefully unlock and open the door. He peeked through the crack of the door and saw that the robber was taking all that he could. When the robber went to another room, he entered his apartment room and quietly went to go grab a better weapon.

Fortunately, the man was able to grab a better weapon from his kitchen, which was a knife. Armed with an actual weapon, he was more confident to deal with the robber. He snuck toward the room the robber went. He peeked into the room and what he saw angered him, he saw the robber take the one thing precious to him, a cube made of pure onyx given to him by his sister.

Not being fully sober in addition to the anger further clouding his judgment, he did the one thing his mind could think of, prevent the robber from taking the cube.

"Get your hands off of that cube!" The man rushed towards the robber with the knife pointed straight at him. Caught off guard, the robber barely dodged a fatal stab.

"You bastard, ugh..." The man pulled out the knife and attempted another stab, but this time the robber was prepared. He grabbed his arm and hit the knife out of the man's hand. Having no other way of defending himself, he threw the strongest punch he could muster, but being drunk, it completely missed the robber. Seeing a chance to pounce, the robber pushed the man onto the ground and picked up the knife.

"You bastard, if only you didn't come back home, maybe you could have survived. But since you did come back home, and even stabbed me, I think it's only right I finished you off."

The man tried his best to get up and run away, but the robber stabbed his knife right into his back, making the man wince in pain and fall to the ground. The robber got on top of the man and put the knife right above the man's heart. The man tried his best to prevent himself from being killed, but the only thing he could do was make the pain worse. Finally, the knife stabbed through his heart.

"ARG-mphh!" The man tried his best to scream out loud, but his mouth was blocked by the robber. He struggled and struggled, but his body finally gave out. His eyes grew heavy as the robber got off him and cleaned the knife.

"This is what you deserve for trying to stab me. Alright, I'm out of here." The last thing the man saw was the robber finishing grabbing everything in the room and walking out the bedroom door.

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'Bttz'

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