I remember how it all happened. I remember feeling anger rise in my stomach to my chest when I saw blood on the floor of my friend, but he was gone. He was caught. It's all my fault. But who caused this? I tied him. That's when I walked out and looked down the wide hall, seeing that person I considered a friend as my other form.. That hooded fuck.. Out of pure rage, I shouted, feeling my own saliva just spitting out. My face heated up and my eyes went wide, almost straining them. "YOU FUCKING DID THIS!" Before I even knew it, I started charging at him, clenched fists. He stayed still until I got maybe a quarter there and that's when he turned, skirting on his heel as he ran through the hall himself. There was no fucking way I was losing him this time. I was gonna fucking get him.

The dust collected up in the air, being blown from the slight wind, which seemed to be hitting my face as I ran. I could hear the crunching of leaves under my shoe being crushed, exactly the sound he'd make when I'd break in his fucking skull. But as I ran, I felt like I was even there and I suddenly appeared in a random place, different from the hall. I saw him, at the corner of my eye, run again. I growled and started running again, hearing the loud thumps of our shoes through the entire building. Next minute I was on top of him, as I was, I raised my fist and threw a punch, only to be interrupted as I began running again, down the hall again, but my legs were starting to grow sore. Until I was about to slow down, I was in another building but... This time. I was basically lost. I growled as I went to check all the rooms. I stepped in one which looked similar.

But when I was about to even think about it, I could feel my throat burn up as I coughed up. I swear to god this smoking habit is gonna be the burden of catching this hooded fuck. I sat down, basically forcefully, since I went weak to my knees and just coughed. I held my throat and hunched over, just completely focused on the burning feeling, I did try to raise myself on a table but it was useless. I slipped and went back on the ground. Honestly, I thought it was me smoking which caused it, but nope. Of course not. It's that fucking operator. Blood was on the floor. I managed to stumble my way out the room, heavily breathing. I had to use a wall to keep walking... But.. As I reached to the window, I saw a shadow. It was that fucking hoodie shit. As I got off the wall and dragged my way towards him, the sickness started kicking in even more.

I went weak to my knees again, which was a horrible time because I wanted to catch this fucker, but I simply couldn't get up. I could hear his footsteps coming towards me. I thought he was gonna knock me down but when I was expecting it, I heard a rattle.. Pills rattle. I quickly looked up to see him have my pills in hand. I tried to grab it but I fell to the floor again, coughing yet again because he had my pills. As I slowly looked up, I saw my fuckin' mask. This fucker thinks I'm gonna go back?! No! So I pushed the mask away and just then, I looked up to look at him. It was him. The p creature who made this all happen. I managed to scramble away and I didn't even look at the fucker I was getting before, I just got up as best as I could and started trying to run.

Another teleport and another place. This time the slimmer hallway. I looked around a bit as I wanted to see what the fuck was going on, but as I turned to face in front, it was a dark street with a light on. A street light. When I ran towards it, I suddenly was running in that round hallway. The same one where Alex beat the shit out of someone. It was all flashing before me. I was beating up the hoodie fuck and at some point, ripped off his mask but it wasn't clear who it was. It was pure white and blinding me. I screamed after a while because I didn't want this to be happening. I hit the walls and I ran through some doors into darkness before I felt myself trip and hit the tiles, coughing yet again.

As I slowly regained my strength and stood up, I saw my mirror. It said, all over it.. "YOUR FAULT". As I went to turn, I slipped again and landed not on carpet, but on paper. It had all sorts of writing on it and I didn't read it properly, I just stared and scrambled around.. That's until I looked at the corner. Jay. He had a gunshot wound in his side, blood dripping between his fingers and blood slowly drizzled from his mouth. All I could manage was "oh god...Jay." I didn't want him to fucking die, I wanted him to be safe. But before I knew it, I teleported again.. I was standing and I was jogging. That hoodie dude running. I was pretty angry after seeing Jay dead so I started running at full speed. I saw him turn and corner and as I did, I saw him right fucking there. Before I could get him properly, he socked me right in the face.

I fell down and coughed out, feeling my own saliva just drip. I got myself up but then I got up and I was in a building. I saw a sledgehammer and I grabbed it, having it drag across the ground as I turned and ran towards black gloves. All I saw was his red eyes and the upside down smile before I saw his hands open and he went down. I rested my arm on the ledge and the sledgehammer at my side, as I heard the sickening thud of him.. It took me a bit, but I managed to look over.. I saw his corpse. He was lifeless. So before it was too late, I dropped the hammer and ran down the stairs, faster then ever, but then stopped once I was at least eight cm and stared. I noticed my camera had stopped so I ripped it off my chest, tossing it to the side as I went over to the body. I knelt down and had to make sure he wasn't gonna just stab me.

So I grabbed his arm, pulling his sleeve down a bit and felt around his wrists. I was looking for a pulse.. I found one but.. It was awfully slow and faint. I gulped and I wanted to know who was behind the mask. So I slowly grabbed the mask and lifted it up. I didn't do it quickly like waxing, but it was more slower. That's when I realised the familiar facial features.. I felt my heart stop. That's when I ripped off the mask completely.

It was Brian.

He was that hoodie dude.. He was the one I chased, he was the one to get Jay killed, he was hoodie all along, he was the one who punched me, the one who beat Alex, the one who worked with my other counterpart he.. Was the one to fall with that thud. I felt my own breath hitch. I managed to get the courage to slowly try to get him so I can get rid of his corpse, but... As I tried, I suddenly felt his body tense up. I forgot he was still partially alive. I could see his eyes open a bit and him groaning in pain. Fuck.

He seemed to look at my direction and instead of being silent he gulped. "Tim..?" He asked, almost tiredly, as the blood slowly started oozing out through his teeth. "Brian..how fucking could you?" "It wasn't me..." He stated, he hesitated to speak. "It was that... Thing..." "The operator thing?" "Yeah.. That guy..." "...why'd you fucking leave me? Why'd you get Jay killed?!" I shouted, though I could feel myself get emotional because I felt the burning sensation from my eyes which poured down my cheeks. My face heated up and felt like a headache was kicking in. He looked at me, not seeming phased. "Again, it wasn't me... I wanted to return to you but.. I simply couldn't. Now look at the state of me. Finally dying." "YOU BETTER NOT FUCKING DIE."

"why not? I got Jay killed, I hurt you, I left you, I got Jessica kidnapped, I made you have a seizure, I took your pills, I broke into your house, I tried to make you Masky, I stalked you, I did everything bad." "What happened to the excuse 'it wasn't me'? Because that wasn't, apparently, you! It was that hoodie dick!" "...Look." He gulped, slowly moving his neck, which seemed almost painful because small droplets of tears appeared in his eye and his eyes squinted in somewhat pain. "I still was apart of it. My body did it.. Heck, why aren't you beating me with the sledgehammer?" "I dropped it." "Why?" "I thought you were dead." "Well I'm gonna be dead anyway." He chuckled weakly. "So you may as well just crush my skull in. That's what you want, right?"

I mean.. I did. I wanted to smash his skull, like I stated earlier, but... Not now. "No. Not now..." He seemed a bit confused but didn't add to anything. It was silent and I could see his time was starting to run out. I was still emotional and I swear to god I couldn't hold my emotions back. He did see this and grudgingly put his weak hands up to my face. "Don't cry over me. I'm gonna be free from this fucked up curse or virus.." "But you shouldn't need to fucking die!" I growled at him. I wanted to get my phone but I could feel him tugging at my shirt. "Don't. Just don't. They won't make it in time." Thought I wanted to call them, he just seemed so reluctant. When I heard him cough, I quickly got it off my mind. He was gonna die.

It was all my fucking fault. If I had grabbed him and pulled him up, didn't chase him down and left him, it would've been better! As I saw his eyes started to dull, he looked at me and grabbed onto my forearm. I paid attention and he grinned, the blood staining his teeth and a single tear rolled down, smearing it a bit. I always loved that smile, it brightened up my day originally but.. This time It wasn't that brightening up smile, it was a saddening sight. "I love you, hon... I'll see you at some point." He did one small weak laugh as his eyes closed for a bit before opening, giving me one final look at the baby blue eyes before he officially closed them and I felt him go limp underneath my arms.

I remember my own screams deafening me...

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Hi yes i almost cried
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