Old Friends
Divie kept banging on the door calling out for Wyatt until Wally opened the door disguised as Wyatt. "Oh, thank god Wyatt. Where are they? Are they bleeding? Vomiting? What's going on?" Divie pushed past him, frantic pale eyes darting around the room, "They're upstairs in their bedroom." Divie bolted for the stairs, her medical bag in hand. She burst through your door then froze seeing you curled up on the floor, shaking violently, breathing heavily and a bucket full of black vomit. Divie pulled on a pair of gloves and held her hand to your forehead, "Running a fever…" She noted reaching into her pocket and grabbing her phone. "Hey [...] can you hear me?" When you didn't answer she tried again, "Can you hear me [...]? I need you to answer me as best as you can right now." She waited listening for anything that could be taken as a yes, you mumbled a quiet 'Mhm' to her and she nodded.
"I'm going to call you an ambulance okay? They'll take good care of you okay?" Divie rested a gloved hand on your shoulder giving you a reassuring smile, "In the meantime take this, it should help you from vomiting any more than you already have." She handed you a small pill and some apple juice before standing up and leaving the room.
Divie held her phone to her ear as she quickly descended the stairs, "I need an ambulance at [Address] my friend is very sick." She sighed, "Symptoms? They're running a high fever, they can barely speak, they're shaking like a tree and they vomited up a lot of black fluid and no they didn't do any sort of drugs before I called." Divie sighed again a bit annoyed. "Their name is [...]. Drinking? No, they have not been drinkin' I'd know if they had been now if you start askin' me any stupid questions instead of makin' sure you ain't gonna be the reason someone dies today I'll curse you till my final breath. Do you hear me, ma'am?" She composed herself and leaned against the wall.
"Thank you, ma'am. Good day." Divie hung up the phone and sighed, "Wyatt I called [...] an ambulance, I'll leave my bag with you. If they need anything medically before the paramedics show you'll find it in my bag. Don't give them anything that won't help 'em okay? Only give them one pill from the white and red bottle, no more than one it'll make them sicker if you do. If they feel nauseous give them a teaspoon of the medicine in the blue bottle okay? Check their temperature again when you go up there." She set her bag down by the couch.
"My bag is by the…" Divie stopped when she noticed an odd stain on the couch, it was a faded reddish brown like someone had tried to wash it out but failed to do so properly. At closer inspection, she realized what it was, blood, "Wyatt, why is there blood on the cou-" Before she could finish she was knocked upside the head with something hard. "They won't be going anywhere and neither will you." Wally dropped the pan and picked up Divie. The house became shrouded in darkness once again, the cycle had started. He turned the TV back on humming with the music of the static, "Time to say hello to an old friend…" Wally stuffed her body through the TV and waited. Four arms, then a head, and finally the torso and legs, Old Howdy Harold he was once called now only known as Howdy Pillar. No one knows much about Howdy only that he hailed from somewhere overseas, was somewhere around forty-eight years old or maybe fifty, and that he had a thing for all sorts of bugs. "Long time no see Wallace." He towered over Wally, glaring down at him.
"I've told you, Harold, call me Wally." Wally forces a smile and Howdy scoffs, "What d'ya want Wally?"
"Oh, just some neighbourly help! You wouldn't mind helping your dear old friend Wally right?" He clasped his hands trying to look friendlier. "Wally you know you've never fooled me. Not even once, not now, never." Howdy squinted at Wally, itching to give him a piece of his mind but opting to stay calm.
"Fine, I need to get rid of a little rodent that pretends to be me." Howdy chuckles, "Didn't like that you were replaced? I always told you that not even the kindest person could stay in the limelight forever. Not even you Wally, now look at you! You envious, psychotic, manipulative, sly prick. I'm lucky that you didn't stuff an innocent dead girl's body in me to demand that I do your bidding as you did with poor Barnaby. I loved that old dog, too bad he really did live with a monster."
Howdy retrieved Divie's unconscious body from the TV and cradled her in his arms, "I'll get rid of the little fella if you promise not to hurt anyone like this little one here." Wally nodded, happy to agree to it if it meant that Howdy would do as he was told. Wally was fine with not having complete control over Howdy unless a deal was made as long as what he needed to be done got done. He held out his hand, Howdy spat on one of his own hands and shook Wally's.
"You have yourself a deal Mr Howdy!"