I watched him. I watched him so closely. As always. It was a particularly bad night. Or, for me it was. I don't know what truly caused it. 6 had appeared again, randomly as always. But this time he didn't appreciate his showing up as he usually did. His slightly flirty words. The sight of his face. That stupidly lovable smile. It hurt. It filled him with a familiar numbness and aching. His chest specifically ached. His throat ached with the pressure of hidden tears. 6 was always stuck in that stupid, stupid TV. And he acted as if everything was okay in there. He never got to talk face to face with him. And that triggered something in him.
Without a single thought processing through his mind, he left the room. 6's voice, confused, called out to him. Or it might not have. He didn't know, nor did he listen for it. He couldn't. Every movement was automatic as if something had replaced. It was a dizzying mess, which he didn't even feel. He felt something smooth and cold in his hands as he spun around and walked back. It was all going so fast, but so slow. His steps echoed in his mind, along with 6's voice from past conversations of theirs. And his own responses. It was stupid. It was always through something like a phone. Never face to face. It wasn't 6's fault. It wasn't, and he knew it. And that's why it angered- and saddened him.
A loud noise emitted from somewhere. He felt air moving quickly around him, and light shocks of electricity. He didn't know what he was doing. It was all so automatic. Now, wasn't he just a lifeless husk? With a mind that just wouldn't process words, or feelings, or movements correctly. The aching was even worse in this state. It spread, like an infectious disease, through his entire body. Along with another physical feeling, which felt like needles pricking his skin. The air around him still moved quickly, but he couldn't register what was going on. Or what he was doing. he didn't even mean to do whatever he was doing.
It cleared up eventually, though. Who knows how long it lasted. Maybe it was seconds, or minutes, or even hours. But when he finally gained full consciousness, his body was on the ground, convulsing. And the TV from which 6 appeared, was smashed into bits, and an unknown liquid was leaking from it. 6 was no longer there. And on the floor, in front of him, was a large metal pipe.
