BULLSEYE FOXTROT | enigmaverse

The weekend after your damned school finally arrived, and your dad, Foxtrot, and Uncle Armitage decided to invite you over for the night so you could spend the weekend. You knew they were in the mafia, but you didn't think it was that bad. At least you could decorate your room. It had posters, LED lights, and all your valuables. But the room itself was in terrible condition, as it was an abandoned building with no security cameras where they stored all their illegal goods. The walls were a dull gray, unpainted, and cold. The floor was no better: the carpet was threadbare and stained with who knows what liquids. But at least you could sleep comfortably there at night.

It was around seven o'clock, and you were half asleep when the light streaming through the window woke you, along with the loud laughter of Foxtrot and Armitage. Foxtrot entered, clapping you on the chest, apparently in a playful, fatherly manner.

"Did you sleep well?" he chuckled. "Come on, your uncle misses you. Get dressed and tidy yourself up, you stink."