I lay in bed late at night, shifting around uncomfortably atop my mattress. I shift my neck over to the nightstand set next to my bed, the dim light of my bedside lamp illuminating my pale face as I check the time; 3:00 am. I should be in bed by now, but for some reason my body continuously pulls me awake no matter how hard I try to succumb to the night. "Whatever, I'll just browse twitch until I pass out like last night," I mumble quietly to myself, forcefully pulling myself over to the edge of the bed, reaching over to my nightstand and picking up my phone. After turning it on and swiping my lock screen to open it, I notice a notification on my feed, "TommyInnit is live playing Among Us!" "I guess I'll watch it, got nothing better to do..." I say before clicking the notification and opening the stream. My brows furrow, confusion enveloping my small body as I gaze at the screen. Instead of his regular, cheery self on the other side of the screen, I am met with darkness. This is unusual, and I almost decide to just give up and try to sleep again, but something about this made me want to stay and see what happened. The chat was lively as usual, but they seemed to be just as confused as I was. To test if Tommy was still there, I decide to donate $10 to his stream, followed by this message, "Could you please say Hello Y/N? It would mean a lot!" Even after the donation was displayed on Tommy's stream, there was still silence. I eventually got impatient and set my phone faced down on my bed, rolling over on my mattress to try and get some shuteye. Suddenly, as though it was coming from within my room, I heard a dull whisper with a thick British accent, "...Hello, Y/N." I shot up from my bed, frantically looking around for the source of the noise. I then looked at my phone, breathing a heavy sigh of relief. "Of course, it was just from the stream." I wiped the sweat from my brow, reaching over to my phone with my free hand, expecting to see Tommy's face. However, what I saw was definitely NOT Tommy. My heart stopped, hands shaking as I gazed into the screen. What I saw was myself, hunched over my bed with my eyes glued to my phone screen. The sight was met with a soft breathing, and I swear I can hear it coming from my bedroom closet. I slowly look up, gaze fixated on my closet door. "H-hello...?" I croaked, my heart pounding in my chest. Then, the closet door slowly creaked open, and I was met with HIS face. He said nothing, coming to my bedside in a flash and forcefully dragging me away into the dark closet. I trashed and yelled in a futile attempt to get away, but it was of no use. "WHY, TOMMY? WHY?!" I pleaded, tears streaming down my face as I was dragged into the dark chasm of death that was my closet. Tommy paused, breathing heavily for a few moments. Then he started to laugh, a twisted, maniacal laugh that was to high pitched it made my ears bleed. Then he spoke, "......YORE MAI GAERFWEND Y/N!!!!!" Then the world fell into darkness, and I was never seen or heard from again. The end.