I looked at the screen then sighed heavily. The weekend had finally come about in the game. Real life? I didn't know. Food and drinks would sometimes randomly appear in the corners of the room. The first time it was concerning, but at this point we didn't really care. It was surprising that no one was worried about us. A part of me wondered if we were replaced. I found my character roaming around and I was pretty bored, so I called someone.

"Hey, meet me at the park by the school." I said then hung up.

I moved my character and made my way to the park. I made a stop before arriving there before he did. I twirled it in my hand as I waited. Did he have to live so far? I was getting impatient.

"There you are." I said, rising from my seat on the bench.

"I came as fast as I could..." he said while panting for air.

"Well it wasn't fast enough." I spat then slapped his forehead. "Sit."

We sat on the bench in silence. It felt different, kind of like... the old days. I pushed the thoughts aside then looked at him.

"I want to hurt you." I said sharply.

"Then what's stopping you? Nothing stopped you before." he said with a tired look.

I flicked his forehead and found myself feeling relaxed yet irritated at the same time. So I flicked him again.

"Are you feeling sick? This isn't like you..." he said with concern then placed his hand against my forehead.

I slapped his hand away then rose from my spot. I didn't get it. Over a year worth of torture and pain and here he was, asking about my well being and being kind to me. It made me feel sick.

"Stop it, stop it, stop it! You're not supposed to be nice to me! You're supposed to fear me and beg for your life!" I yelled in confusion. I threw my unopened water bottle at him before crouching and trying to hide. "You're supposed to hate me..."

"Why should I be upset when I'm the reason you're like this? If anything, I deserve this. That's why I never complain." he said quietly. "So, do your worst."

I looked up then felt upset again. I stood up then shoved him off the bench.

"Why? Why did you do it huh!?" I shouted while kicking him just about anywhere I could. "Why?"

He didn't say anything, so I dug through the plastic bag and pulled out a knife I had hidden inside. That seemed to have caught his attention. I pointed it towards him then slowly approached. As expected, he backed away.

Dongmyeong lost fifty happy points.
Youngjo lost fifty happy points.

"You did it for the hell of it? For the laughs? So I could forever be marked down as an arsonist?" I asked as my voice cracked. "Tell me... which is it?"

"Myeong, put the knife down. We don't need weapons in this conversation." said Youngjo as his body trembled.

"Shut up! You wanted to ruin me, didn't you? You were upset with me, weren't you? That everyone wanted to hang out with me and ate up all of our time together. Well guess what, this is what you've created. I hope you rot in hell." I said then widened my steps towards him.

"Myeong... drop the knife and calm down. None of that is true." he said hurriedly. "If you'll just listen to me, I'll explain."

"You had your chance to explain, asshole. It's about time I killed you." I said seething with anger.

"Do you really want to go to jail and be labeled a murderer?" Youngjo said frantically as I picked up my pace.

"As if I haven't already been labeled an arsonist!" I shouted then threw the knife.

It missed and clattered to the ground. Youngjo quickly picked it up then pointed it at me. I kept still.

"Then, if it'll make you happy again, I'll do it for you so your hands won't be dirtied." he said then positioned the knife by his neck.

Tears unwillingly spilled out of my eyes as I watched. Was he serious? He couldn't be. He started to move the hand that held the knife. I bolted from my spot. I covered my face as I couldn't watch the rest of it.

Dongmyeong gains thirty happy points.
Youngjo gains forty happy points.