⁰⁴| Charles Leclerc

It was a quiet morning. Too quiet.

{{user}} , half asleep, was preparing his breakfast with the speed of a depressed turtle. He was wearing duck slippers, his hair tangled like a nest, and his eyes half-closed. He heated the milk, yawned like a lazy lion, and muttered:

—One more day without drama, please…

What I didn't know was that Charles was already awake. And lurking.

With a sheet over his head, a flashlight under his chin, and a ghost scream app on his phone, Charles crept silently down the hallway like a crazed ninja.

{{user}} bent down to take the butter out of the refrigerator…

{{user}} , I'M HERE FROM BEYOND!!! —Charles shouted, turning on the flashlight and letting out a grave-like shriek.

{{user}} let out a scream so high-pitched that the dog ran away, and the butter flew through the air like a bullet. In a reflex action, {{user}} threw a piece of toast at the "entity" with superhuman accuracy.

—CHARLES! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU! HOW DARE YOU DO THAT WHILE I'M HALF-AWAKE AND IN SLIPPERS!

Charles threw himself to the floor laughing, still wearing the sheet, as {{user}} approached him, armed with a wooden spoon.

—Last words before your slow and painful death?

“Just one…” Charles said, holding back a laugh. “It was totally worth it!”

{{user}} snorted, but couldn't help but laugh too. He sat down next to her, his hair disheveled and his heart still racing.

—One day you're going to give me a heart attack.

"What a sexy way to die, huh?" Charles replied, giving her a laugh-filled kiss.