Chapter 3: Chapter 3 – Be Very, Very, Quiet… AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[8PM]

Tonight is the night that I sneak into my father's study. I know he has explicitly told me not to go but come on, that's like begging me to sneak in!

After a very fulfilling dinner with my parents, I go to help my mum clean up the kitchen before running off to my room. I don't remember talking throughout the process as I was in a hurry to go to 'sleep'.

I'm getting antsy thinking about it, I wonder what's in the study that's so elusive that I've never even seen a glimpse inside in my 6 years of existence. I've gotten all my preparations are done, which just include me being away, some socks and being very, very quiet. Certainly a thorough heist equipment list, I reckon without the socks my parents will hear me sneak past. Its happened a few times before whilst I was fumbling my way to the toilet late at night, so socks are a must. On a side note, I must thank whoever invented socks. I simply could not imagine my life without those glorious foot puppets, being all comfy and warm even on the coldest of nights.

[11 PM]

I... am tired. I didn't think staying up to 11 PM would affect me so much, I did it so much in my past life that I expected to be able to just stay up to 11. Well whatever, I'm sure ill be in and out quick, just a quick glimpse... Yea, sure, a quick glimpse. Im sure if there was a narrator right now he would say something like "He lied as naturally as he breathed," but at that point I'm just judging myself.

I quickly got out of bed with my glorious foot puppets tightly bound to my feetsicles. The floor was ice cold through my socks and it wasn't even tiled flooring, if it was tiled I'm sure id have hypothermia right now.

After getting out of bed, I tip-toed my way to the door and slowly opened it, however... it decided to screech at me. I'm not even sure how I forgot my door likes to make loud noises at 11 PM but here I am silently panicking. Thankfully i didn't hear any noise from my parents room, so after waiting five or so minutes, I carried on with my heist.

I silently carried on past my parents' room, dodging all the dodgy floorboards that would alert my parents to my presence. And just like that, I was in front of the elusive, most mysterious study door. Frankly, it was a bit too easy, so many years of being told no made the door seem like a final-level boss in Dark Souls or something. I digress, time for me to slowly open the door handle and...

*ZAP*

"FU-!"

Oh... shit.

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I just screamed "FU-" in the dead of night because the stupid doorknob just shocked me...

Hopefully, my parents didn't wake-

"Zane? Was that you?" I heard a muffled cry from my mother.

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A/N:

Author here!

Some action, at last, you might have noticed Zane has decided to scream the F word, frankly I'm not sure WebNovel will allow swearing so this is my test of the swear word. Only 600 words this chapter... first time I've said 'only 600 words' before...

Also, how has my novel-fanfiction gotten nearly 1k views... Is it all bots? Say hello if you are a bot so I know to count you out of my statistics. Also yes, another information dump, I should stop doing that. Im sure this one is the last one in a while...

"He lied as naturally as he breathed"

C'mon, man.

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