It usually made me feel sleepy, but tonight, it seemed I was wired.
A notification popped up, interrupting the video I was watching about a guy who left his window down and had an owl stuck in his car. I clicked into it.
hey how have you been? Haven’t seen you in a while.
Jason P
I thought about ignoring it. Jason and I were friends, but sometimes he could be a bit… annoying, for lack of a better word. But maybe it could be the distraction I needed for a moment.
I’m good. sorry, been busy.
There was no way I was telling him about today. He just had this way of making it about him. I knew the questions I would get.
Why didn’t you call me? I would have been there for you. Don’t you trust me?
And I had no interest in that conversation.
I’ve been good, my numbers have been really up lately. I caught your stream the other night.
Jason P
I froze. Which stream did he mean? It was no secret that I was on SLCK’d. I wasn’t ashamed of it, but the idea of him watching me there… it sort of freaked me out.
yeah? What did you think?
you played really well. even though you main one of the most nerfed characters in the game, you do well with her.
Jason P
Relief filled me.
she wasn’t nerfed. her skillset just changed a bit. if you’re good, it’s not a big deal.
maybe you’ll have to show me. I know we do game nights on Tuesday, but what about we play a bit of 1v1 this week?
Jason P
I let the message sit for a minute. It had been a while since we hung out, and since he was much better at video games, he was much less of a sore loser. And he didn’t have that many friends. He hung out with our group, but it was obvious he wasn’t at the core of it, which made me feel bad sometimes.
sure, but when I kick your ass, you have to main Britt for a week.
deal, but it’ll never happen.
Jason P
I sent back a laugh reaction and closed out of the app, needing to try to fall asleep. Even getting back to the flow of mindless videos wasn’t helping.
Every small creak of my apartment shifting or voice outside from someone walking below put me further on edge.
Maybe I needed a glass of water. Water fixed… everything right? It felt like that was what everyone online said.
I unburrowed from my mountain of blankets and scuttled my way back to the kitchen.
The internet was right, a cool glass of water did make me feel more refreshed, at least for a moment.
I padded back towards my bedroom, drink in hand. But, as I turned the corner, a figure looming at the end of the hall made me scream, the cup sliding from my hand and crashing to the floor.
Water and glass was everywhere, liquid seeping into my socks as I turned to flick on the light—and was met with the full body Anator poster, one of the survivors from Kill Floor, that’d been hanging there for months.
