Chapter 2: WHO DA FUK IS THIS? WHO DA FUK IS YOU? WHO IS YOU FUK? WHO FUK YOU WHO? WHO FUK WHO YOU? YOU IS WHO FUK YOU?... NAH SERIOUSLY WHO DA FUK IS DIS?

I finally made it home and walked through the front door. As I walked forward, towards my stairs, I saw a small thing run out into the room out of the corner of my eye. I look down and see my Pug. "Hey, Butterstick!" I coo and he barks happily. I gave him that name because he once ate a full stick of butter. He wouldn't stop shitting for days. It was fuckin' terrible. I kept petting him and he leaned up and licked my face. I pushed his face away and said, "Don't kiss me, you slut." Butterstick just barked happily again. I just rolled my eyes and continued my way upstairs. I made it onto the upper floor and opened my door that was filled with signs that said-

DO NOT ENTER

TOLL FEE: TREE FITY

YOU SHALL NOT PASS (with a picture of Gandalf)

IF YOU SMELL THE SCENT OF ROTTING YOU SHOULD KNOW NOT TO GO IN HERE

SERIOUSLY BRO, IT'S NASTY IN HERE

I KILLED A MAN

YOU'RE STILL GONNA COME IN?

AT LEAST BRING SOME CHIPS WHILE YOU'RE AT IT

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GO AWAY

I walk in and see my messy room that I clearly could care less for. I threw my old backpack onto my bed and went for my computer. I turned it on and started surfing the web for my daily dose of anime. Crunchyroll.com was a good place to watch anime. I went there and logged on, then went looking for a show I still needed to continue. As it was loading I whipped off my shirt and pants and threw them aside, they landed on an entering Butterstick.

I stretched out on my chair and sat in a very un-lady like position. The show started and I was immediately into it. But then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement out my window. I paused the show and looked over to see Dave Castillo, changing out of his clothes. I just stared at him. His toned, tan body practically shined, his dark brown hair tussled and his face just male model perfect. Why do girls like him so much? I mean aside from his washboard abs, toned biceps, one hell of a V-line, great ass and a handsome face, I still don't see the "magic" in his looks. He makes girls and guys sexually frustrated. I get sexually frustrated over a potato. "What's so great about him?" I mutter and keep observing him.

As I do, he eventually turns and catches my eye. He waves at me like an idiot like always and I unenthusiastically wave back. He opened up his window and I sigh for I had to do the same. I slide my chair over and lift open the window. I lean out as he does and says, "Hey, Camryn! How's it going?"

"It's going," I answered flatly. He smiled and said, "Oh! Will you be coming to my party tonight? You never do and I'd like you to come! I think you would have a lot of fun."

I shrugged and said, "Mmmmmaybe. I don't know, man. I mean, I got, like, stuff to do. Like, watch anime and use the Internet. Yeah, it's part of my routine and it's important that I don't break that. So...I...can't...gooooooo..."

His smile faltered but then he said, "All right, that's fine. I was just asking, ya know? You barely go out and I thought it'd be nice if you came by. B-But it's fine, it's fine!"

"Thanks," I said. There was an awkward silence and then he added, "You know you're only wearing underwear and a bra, right?"

"Yeah."

"And you're standing around like you don't care?"

"Yeah."

He paused. "You know you're standing right in front of me, right?"

"Yeah." I stretched out my arms above my head and let them fall at my sides, slapping myself. I scratched my head and said, "Welp, have fun tonight, Dave. Enjoy the music. Meet new people. Hook up. Use a condom. Blah, blah, blah. Bye." I reached up to close my window as he waved good-bye. I walk out of my room to grab a quick little snack of popcorn, potato chips, a liter of Cola, Oreos, chocolate syrup and an apple to be healthy.

I stumbled back up to my room and set all my snacks on my bed. Before I continued my anime and opened up the bag of chips, I suddenly felt a draft. I look over and see that my window was open again. My brow furrowed in confusion and I walked up to close it. Why the hell is it open? Did Dave try coming in? Naw, he's too far to do that. And too dense. I scratched my chin as I pondered this puzzling situation. I suddenly heard little paddles and turned to see Butterstick coming back in. I pointed at him and shouted, "YOU! Did you open the window?!"

He just sat there, staring up at me with his little tongue sticking out. "Well?!" I beckoned. He just barked a little bark and I sighed. "God dammit, you're a dumb-ass..." I mumbled and leaned over to pick him up. He licked my face and I pulled him away. "What did I tell you, slut?" I said, "Don't kiss me." He just barked again. I sigh. "You're such a fucking dumb-ass... But I still love you. ...You little shit." He just barked...

After I fed Butterstick and let him eat in my room with me, I continued watching my show until I heard the front door being unlocked and a familiar voice shouted, "I'm home!" I dropped my Oreos and bolted out of my room, down the stairs and into the living room, which was where he came in from.

"DADDDDDDYYYYYYY!!!!!" I exclaimed as I pounced on the tall, middle aged man and brought him into a hug. He laughed and spun me around, like he always does. "Camryn!!!" he mimicked my tone. I chuckled and we let each other go. "How was your day honey- why are you almost naked...?" he asked me as he motioned to my body.

I shrugged and replied, "I'm keeping it real dad."

"Go put more clothes on," he ordered and I quickly ran up the stairs to change into a T-shirt and some jean shorts. Butterstick followed after me as I went down the stairs to hang out with my dad. Now that I get to really focus on him, I noticed something that I hadn't before. He looked pretty exhausted. His combed back hair was slightly disheveled, his eye-lids drooped a little like he was about to fall asleep and he shuffled around in the kitchen very sluggishly. Must've been a rough day at work. My dad works full-time as Editor in Chief for a large publishing company. The job can be pretty hectic. But it pays him good money.

"How was your day, Daddy?" I asked as I took a seat on one of the bar stools next to the marble island counter. My dad opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water to drink. "It was busy," he mumbled as he opened the bottle and practically chugged it down. I watched as most of the water was leaving the bottle and when my dad pulled the bottle away, there was maybe about a quarter of it left.

"Would you like me to make you something to eat?" I offered. His face brightened and he nodded. "That would be nice of you, Cam." He said. I smiled and began to make a meal that I always make him, every time he's had a rough day or is just stressed out in general. I started preparing some chicken noodle soup, though it was different. My mom would always make this for us whenever we're sick, or sad or, like my dad right now, stressed. She taught me how to make it, along with other home-made meals she'd make. She made every meal special, no matter the occasion or ingredients. Every time I cook for my dad, I always think of when she taught me how. It was fun to learn from her. She never got frustrated or bored with me. She'd always have a smile on her face, even if I spilled sauce on myself, licked the batter, poked an egg yolk or accidentally put too much spice on a certain meal. In the end, the meal was special, and to this day I never really understood what made them so special. She's explained it to me countless times, but I couldn't fully understand.

It's one thing when you're cooking for yourself, but it's a lot more fun and means a whole lot more when you're cooking for others, she always told me.

I was pretty young when she taught me. And I was pretty young when she left.

I was intently focused on chopping, boiling, stirring, you name it. After several minutes, I was done and I served my dad the soup, along with a drink. He thanked me with a loving smile and I returned it. I sat down and chatted with my dad while snacking on some Ritz, despite the shit load of food I left upstairs in my room. Butterstick was nagging for a snack too, so I got some doggy treats from the pantry and started throwing some to him every few moments. He always caught them when he jumped. Sonuvabitch can do acrobatics for food but not when I try showing off at the dog park? "Fatty McFat Fat," I mumbled to him and my dad laughed. "Why do you always have to be mean to Butterstick," he asked as he chuckled.

"Because, when it comes between master and dog, the master must assert and keep their dominance!" I exclaimed knowingly, with one index finger in the air. "Plus, he's an idiot," I added. I looked down at Butterstick, who was staring up at me with wide eyes and his tongue sticking out. "Thank god you're pretty..." I muttered to him and threw him another doggy treat. My dad laughed and it made me smile slightly. I love my dad to death. It's just me and him...Butterstick included I guess... And, when he comes home or when we're together at all, I feel like I have a duty to make him happy. He's working to keep everything together, especially us, and the very least I could do would be to make him smile and laugh. I'm weird enough for that. I'm not sure if he's actually noticed yet, but I do work to make him happy. I'm a different person when it comes to my dad. I know my phone is like my life but when it comes to my dad, Richard is second in line. My dad means everything to me.

"Oh, you know that convention thingy you were rambling on about last week?" my dad brought up. I perked up, shot up in my seat and slammed my hands down on the marble table. "DO YOU MEAN THE ANIME CON?!"

"Yeah that one."

"WHAT ABOUT IT?!" I exclaimed as I slid across the table, feet swinging in the air.

"Well, I'm off next week and I think we have enough money to attend it and buy some things. We can go, that is, if you still want to-."

"YAS DAD, YAS!!!" I screamed in excitement and lunged forward to hug him. He groaned and chuckled at my joy. "Okay, okay! Just make sure you decided what to take. The convention is being held in another county so it'll take a while."

"That's fine! As long as I can go, I'll be happy!" I said. He smiled, his barely visible crow's feet showing. He was about to speak when loud music started blaring outside and he groaned.

"Is that Castillo boy having another party?" He grumbled. I confirmed that and he sighed. My dad pointed up at me. "Do not go over there."

"Believe me, Daddy, I would if I had the kind of social status Dave Castillo has," I leaped off of the counter, "Besides, why would I go to some wild, loud, possibly regrettable party when I have Internet and you here. Pfft, parties are so lame."

"You know, if I was a normal parent, I'd say that you should go to that party and be social, but I'm not. Thank god, you're a nerd."

"I learned from the best," I said, while raising an eye-brow at my dad. He laughed and pulled me in to ruffle my hair. Once he stopped he told me to get to bed, since it was already getting a little late. Late, for me, is like dawn. For him, it's eight pm. I make my way upstairs, Butterstick following behind and enter my room. I still had the food and the Cola in here. I decided to screw the snacks and chug the Cola while browsing the Interwebs. Let's see, what should I do? Tumblr? Naw, even I get a little tired of it sometimes. YouTube? Maybe. Porn- wait wut? Stahp. That's not even funny, what the hell. Snuff films- okay that's even worse.

I groan, take a swig of Cola and lean my head back to think. I could do Netflix. Man, I don't even know. I can't think with all of tHAT DAMN MUSIC OUTSIDE OF MY FUCKING WINDOW.

I frown and look out my window. Dave isn't in his room. Probably down on the main floor of his house, being a good host or something. I sigh and spin around on my chair, staring up at the ceiling. I start drinking some more Cola when I get an email on my computer. I look at it and go to my mail. It says:

Brave enough to watch?

And then a link, probably to a video, was below that text. It's from some unknown contact. I stare at my screen skeptically, before shrugging and clicking the link. It didn't send me to some website though. The link immediately sent me straight to the video player, and I watched the loading circle spin round and round. It took a long time to load and I was already thinking about exiting and doing something else. It's probably one of those weird ass videos like Shrek is Love, Shrek is Life or something. I pushed the escape button on my keyboard but when I look at the screen the video player was still displayed. I frowned and pushed escape again. It didn't work. I push again and again but it still wouldn't exit out. I practically raped the damn button but nothing happened.

The hell is going on? Before I could go to turn off the whole computer the video stopped loading and showed a shot of a long, dark hallway. At first, that was all it was, but by the time it got to the 1:13 frame, I could see something slowly moving down at the end of the hall. I stared intently, trying to see what it was while slurping my Cola. Butterstick jumped onto my lap and put his front paws up on the desk to look at the screen. He started barking at it and I shushed him. As I kept watching, the thing that was moving looked like a person and they gradually started breaking into a run until they charged right into the camera. The screen flickered and the camera was at a different angle than before, indicating that it was toppled over. I tried pausing it but the damn keyboard still wasn't working. Then, I shit you not, the video started rewinding itself on its own as I saw the little dot on the time line move back. It played a scene as the figure was charging and then paused once it was an inch from hitting the camera. What I saw shocked me.

Butterstick started barking nervously as we both stared at a picture of that Jeff guy. He looked exactly like the picture used in the story: black, wild hair, paper white skin, black bordered eyes and that horrendous slit smile. Before I could contemplate what the hell had happened the video un-paused and the sound of Jeff hitting the camera scared the crap out of me. It scared Butterstick too, so bad that he jumped, fell out of my lap and face-planted onto the floor. I looked down at him and asked, "You okay bro?" He just whined softly. I picked him up and put him back on my lap as I pet his head.

The video was just of the toppled angle the camera was put in. I thought that was it. I thought. The next thing I know, the screen flickers and cuts to a different scene. The camera looks like it's faced through a window. Through that I can see a girl and a small dog on her lap. Wait a minute. I lean forward to stare at the screen and gasp.

Mien Gott!

"She looks like a total, no-life loser! Haha!" I cupped my hands around my mouth and bellowed, "LOOOOSSSERRRRRR!!! Ha! And her dog is ugly too. Gross."

Butterstick barked but I paid no attention to him as I just watched the video. That's funny. The dog in the video barked at the same time Butterstick did.

... ...

Wait.

And the girl is leaning forward as I'm leaning forward.

And she's chugging down the rest if her Cola just like me!

I gasped again.

Then frowned.

God I'm stupid.

"Butterstick," I muttered, "I think I just insulted myself without even realizing it."

He whined and put his paws over his eyes. "Eh, not the first time. Ew, is that really what I look like? What the actual fuck?"

I looked back up at the video as it just kept showing me. Okay, if I'm being recorded then where the hell is the camera? I determine the angle the camera is in and then slowly turn to look at my left. I look out my window to see Dave Castillo's window, the room beyond that pitch black and unoccupied. I couldn't see anything at all. To make sure I wasn't tripping balls, I picked up Butterstick and waved him around towards the window as I looked at my computer. Yeah, the camera is definitely in Dave's room. But why? Was the email from him or some other dumb-ass at his party? I looked back out my window and flip the bird to the camera, wherever it is in there.

My speakers suddenly blared like static and I yelped from surprise. The video distorted and then exited out of the player, returning to my home screen. The speakers abruptly stopped blaring. I stared at my computer and shut it off. "That's enough Internet for now," I muttered and got up from my chair. I closed the curtains by my window, turned the lights off and hopped onto my bed. I lay there, with my eyes closed, listening to the blaring music outside, coming from Dave's house. I groaned and picked up my phone from my nightstand. I can't sleep with all of that noise. I'll just browse shit on my phone.

|Five Hours Of Absolutely Unproductive Browsing Later|

I had knocked out while reading a story online and woke up at around 1am. I could still hear some faint music outside, but it seemed like Dave's party was coming to an end. I groaned and rubbed my eyes. My phone was still in my hands I decided to put it back on my nightstand to charge. I stretched out across my bed and then got off of it, disturbing a snoring Butterstick. I shushed the Pug and he immediately went back to sleep. I sighed and walked out of my room to roam around my house. It was completely silent, and I'm sure my dad is out cold. My bare feet paddled against the floor and on the stairs as I made my way to the main floor. I yawned as I walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge and grabbed a milk carton. I opened the top and started chugging the whole thing aimlessly. I walked into the living room as I kept downing the milk and stopped when I sat on the couch. I sighed and plopped over onto my side, holding the milk carton over the side as I stared forward.

So. Friggin'. Bored.

Can't. Sleep.

Oh. My. Gawd.

I ended up falling asleep again and when I woke up it still wasn't day time. The music from the party had stopped completely, leaving everything silent. I still gripped the milk carton and took a swig before getting up to put it back. I started walking out of the kitchen when I heard shuffling and creaks upstairs. I stopped to listen in. Maybe it's just Butterstick having those running dreams again. "Dumb-ass," I muttered and started walking up the stairs, staying quiet as to not wake up my dad. I went up to my door to hear the creaks and shuffles coming from inside. Yeah, it probably is just Butterstick. I rolled my eyes and opened the door to walk in. Once I did, I looked down around the floor to find Butterstick but he was only sleeping on the bed, quiet and still. The sheets around him looked untouched. If he didn't make those noises then what the hell did?

Another creak sounded behind me and I turned to my closet. I slowly snuck over to it and opened it up, only to get hit with clothes, random objects and library books that are years overdue. I popped up out of the pile and coughed up a sock. "Ah shit, I lost Jenga," I groaned. I got out of the pile of stuff and started putting everything back in just as messily as before. When I was done I closed the closet and turned to go back to bed only to bump into something hard. I fell back and grunted, "Fuck, my ass! Oh, no, wait not literally fuck my ass but like- FUCK, MY ASS. It hurts.. That still sounds wrong. Screw it. Wait... God dammit!" I looked forward to see a pair of legs with black pants. I look up to see a white hoodie stained with something. Whatever that something was, it smelled terrible and pungent. I kept looking up to see a pair of eyes, glowering down at me menacingly. This person had their hood up so I could only see their eyes and their jaw. It's a guy, judging by the body structure. He seemed a bit muscular and he'd probably be taller than me. Way taller actually...

We stared at each other for a while. I heard him stifle a wry laugh and he smirked. I spoke up, "Listen, bro, I didn't mean it when I said screw it. I mean, I know I've got a great ass but, no it's not up for grabs."

He leaned over to get closer to my face and I was able to see his more clearly. And, I tell yah, I could've gone the night without seeing it. But, I immediately recognized him. Everyone has been raving about him. How could I not? The wide, black ringed eyes, paper white complexion and the well-known, chilling smile. He doesn't look like the original but he's not too handsome either. This is none other than Jeff the mother effing killer in my mother effing room, right in my mother effing face. Mother effer.

Jeff cocked his head to the side and I did the same because I didn't know what else to do. Before I could try to speak, he started to slowly pull something out of his hoodie pocket. It gleamed brightly and I immediately recognized it as a butcher knife. The blade looked clean but the hilt...not so much. His smile grew wider from actually smiling and, in a hoarse, low voice, he said, "Hey there. Why are you still awake? You should really get some sleep. I'll be glad to help." He raised the knife and chuckled happily. I stared, in surprise that this could possibly be the end of the line for me. The only thing I could utter was...

"Oh shit."