Escape

Ash

Ash was neither expecting nor interested in the flashing of his phone screen. It wouldn’t stop, so he rose, resigned to his fate. He checked the time first, realizing that he still had 10 minutes until his first alarm went off. Then he should have at least another half hour of sleep until he had to start getting ready for the day.

Not at all amused by the fact that he was up before he should be, he angrily opened his phone to find that it was Clyde who was blowing up his notifications. The mother hen was freaking out for some reason, urgently demanding that Ash come to his room immediately.

Ash threw on his clothes for the day and grabbed his backpack. He kept a comb and toothbrush in his backpack in case he needed either during the day. This was one of many times where it would pay off. There would be no escaping Clyde, even if he were to turn his phone off. The oaf was simply too persistent for his own good.