An odd figure, walked into the room. Staring straight into the camera. His silky brown hair waved from the breeze, and his eyes were filled with chaos.

"Hello," The creature spoke, "I'm not Mac, You can call me-" He coughed, and looked away. Grabbing a bottle, and chugging it down.

"You can call me Chaos Theory." He continued.

"I took over for today as, well, Big Mac is still asleep," He chuckled, "He don't get up for three hours."

He snapped his fingers, and a writing board fell down.

"Yeah, well I know the hell that follows WattPad," His voice was for some reason calm, "Y'all been attacking some friends haven't ya."

He pulled the image up to the screen.

"Ya'll think this is funny?" He laughed, "Yeah, well that's not all." He pulled out another image.

He laughed again.

"Yeah well, I'm pretty sure she wouldn't love any of y'all," Chaos pressed on, "You wanna know something?"

He came closer to the screen.

"She most likely hates ya," Chaos stared deeply into your eyes, "She hates cowards."

Chaos looked offscreen.

"What do you think?" His arm went off screen.

"It's f*cking disgusting!" A voice replied.

Chaos smirked and pulled away.

He looked back into the camera. Grabbed it and walked outside.

"You know, I know plenty of ways to kill a man." He continued walking.

"You are barely a man."

He stopped and had the camera face the ground. Softly rubbing it with his hand. The grabbing soil.

"You may think your safe," He let the soil slowly descend like a facet, "But down here, over here, you are my b*tch."

The soil stopped descending.

He put the camera down, staring into the screen.

"If you don't stop, all it takes is a snap."

"And I will see you."

He snapped his fingers. A huge sledgehammer came out of nowhere, along with a 40 something old man, tied and gagged.

"When one door opens, another one closes." Chaos spoke loudly.

"I've got some business with this man to deal with," Chaos added, "Shouldn't have fantasied about scoots."

The video ends