'Are you f***king kidding me!? What did I think? Oh, I don't know, maybe a psycopathic side of you came out and was going to KILL PEOPLE!' You take another deep breath in, 'You just la-ti-da around, enjoying sh*t and I have to be the only one who's worried about the current situation?'Īs your anger disappates, you cover your mouth and cast your eyes to the ground. You take a deep breath, holding yourself back from screaming at him for worrying you.īut it comes out anyways in a slur of cusses. He regains his composure, 'I guess I'm glad I was wrong about neighbors calling police and all. He raises an eyebrow, thinking for a moment, and then laughs, bracing himself on the doorframe. You back up as you hear the lock unbolt, the door opening soon after. You knock repetively, getting louder with each ticking second he didn't answer. You drop the carton, the contents spilling all over the kitchen floor, and quickly bolt out your door. You were grabbing the orange juice carton out of the fridge when you suddenly heard 'I wanna kill people.

You had noticed, each day, he seemed a bit more and more worse for wear. You would both stand there for a few solemn moments, say hi, and continue on. The only time you really saw each other was the rare times you stepped out to go to work or the store, and he just happened to be coming or going as well. The next few days were filled with work, at least until the 23rd, and keeping up between Marks' videos.

Markiplier whack the creeps