Marshall opened his eyes and turned his head to the right, he sensed a presence that watched over him. It was a girl that sat in his chair and crossed her arms. She glared at him menacingly.
No.
It's probably another boy, Marshall realized. A spider boy.
"You're another concubine." Marshall stated as he sat up. He realized his didn't have a shirt or pants on. "What the hell man, where are my clothes." Marshall said as he realized he was more monotone than usual.
"They're gone. Master." The boy answered with a thin and mysterious sounding voice. He had two spider leg appendages that protruded from his back, they slowly waved through the air.
"Yeah, no shit." Marshall responded before thinking to himself how rude he sounded to this person who didn't know.
"Marshall! I made you breakfast for real this time!" Norrustus announced from the kitchen. Marshall looked to his side to the door and then at the boy.
"So, what are you?" Marshall asked.
"I am, Amarrustus, your second spider concubine, and the second leg of the spider." The spider boy answered. Marshall stood up and walked out the door with a arched back. He hugged himself and shivered. "Let me provide you with warmth, Master." Amarrustus said before he snapped his fingers and a glowing material appeared on Marshall's skin. It faded into a grey cloth texture and rested softly on his body.
"Huh, these are girl clothes." Marshall said as he looked down on himself. He wore the same outfit Norrustus wore, a skirt and hoodie with shortened sleeves.
"It's the only thing we're capable of creating. Master." Amarrustus replied.
"It's whatever, it feels warm anyway." Marshall lethargically made his way to the kitchen and saw Norrustus sat at the table with a sandwich and chips atop of a plate. "Is this my breakfast?"
"Yeah, a sandwich." Norrustus answered with a smile.
"Yeah." Marshall said before he sat down and took a bite out of the sandwich. Amarrustus quietly walked into the room, Marshall and Norrustus only noticed her after she stood there for a few minutes. She observed Marshall with the same stern face she used when Marshall first woke up. "What's up? Why are you looking at me like that?" Marshall asked and looked at Amarrustus, sandwich in hand.
"Does it make you uncomfortable, Master?" Amarrustus asked with crossed arms.
"What the hell is up with his attitude?" Marshall asked Norrustus who sat with crossed legs at the table in front of him.
"I assure you, Master, I have no attitude." Amarrustus asserted.
"Oh my fucking-" Marshall muttered before he whipped the plate off the table. It crashed on the floor and Marshall grabbed his head. "I can't take this shit anymore! I'm tired of playing pretend with you assholes!."
"You're stressed, Master, allow me to-" Amarrustus said before he was lightly pushed away by Marshall.
"Maybe you should take a day off, Marshall." Norrustus frowned and said from across the table.
"No." Marshall groaned and slammed his fists on the table. "My dad comes home today..." Marshall grabbed the table cloth. "Motherfucker..." He muttered under his breath. He stood up. "Are these the only clothes I have?" Marshall asked with a low voice.
"You look good in them, Marshall." Norrustus said with a worried look on his face.
"That's not what I asked, Norrustus." Marshall said as he looked back with a blank stare. He sighed. "What kind of shit is this..." He muttered before he walked out of the kitchen.
Yeah, this chapter is short as hell, I started to slowly die inside after every word typed and I couldn't take it anymore.