I was just chilling, returning to my room for bedtime. I opened the door, and that's when I saw him: Sick, curled up in the corner of the room, picking the lint out of his bellybutton while writing a tweet with his toes. He wasn't wearing any clothes except two gaming sleeves absolutely drenched in sweat. I tried to close the door quietly but it was too late, his xenomorph-shaped head snapped back and his pure-white eyes locked on to me. He was as still as a statue, until I blinked, and he suddenly appeared to me face-to-face. His breath smelled of rotting pineapples and cheetos, and the pores on his face oozed a strange orange fluid. Before I could scream for help he shoved his long, greasy, spindly fingers into my mouth and whispered "I won a trophy, y'know?" "I was friends with TenZ, yes the Tyson Ngo" All of a sudden his whole face scrunched up like a puckered up asshole, "I wish I didn't have to kill him", the ooze turned green temporarily, then back to orange as he opened his eyes again. "Do you wanna see it?" he smiled wide, baring his pure-white rows of teeth like a chesire cat. He took his fingers out of my mouth and then into is. He slid his fingers, hand, forearm into this, cavity, stopping for a moment, then reversing direction. I saw it, a bulge in his neck, it was rectangular, about 15 cm tall--it was the masters reykjavik trophy. The shape emerged from Sick's mouth, and there it was, covered in a waxy yellow substance. "It's pretty isn't?" he whispered as he raised it into the air above his head. CRACK. He brings it down on me, caving in my skull, and my vision goes black.
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