Written In Our Code [On Hiatus]

An Unexpected Reaction

"DAMN YOU, SPRINGTRAP! I LITERALLY HAD MY MOUSE OVER THE LOGOUT BUTTON! I HAD NO AUDIO CUE!" I screamed at the Beta for Five Nights At Freddy's 6. It was still buggy, so it was extremely frustrating when you'd sometimes get audio cues and then complete silence. I mean, I should've expected this on Night 4, considering that's when things get hectic. Ripperoni in Pepperoni, as I say.

"Anyways, I'm outta time, so, ship me that Like box in the mail, hit that Subscribe button, and I'll see you precious souls in the next video! See you then." I said in the usual ominous tone I use during my outros. I snap my fingers and then turn off the camera. I shut off the Beta and started the usual process of editing my YouTube videos.

•~

As I finished editing another video (So far, I've done 5 today) at around 2:00AM, I got a Skype call. I didn't realize that he was still up. I must've left the app open on my laptop and he saw that I was 'Online'.

I mean, I didn't mind, not even one bit. So I clicked the Accept Call button and his face popped up on the screen.

"Okay, why are you still up, isn't it 2:00 for you?" He asked with a smirk.
"I could ask you too, Mark. Isn't it 11:00 for you?" I replied as I leaned back in my special black and teal chair.
"Just finished editing a video. Hey, when should I come over? I wanna try that Xbox One X that you got." Mark asked, curious.
"Bruh, you're over 2,000 miles away from me. Are you sure you don't want me to just send you one?" I asked incredulously. I was completely confused as to why the hell he'd drive 2,000 miles just to get to play on a new console. Surely he already has one?
"No, I wanna come over in person. Please?" Wow, I don't think I've heard him say please unless he wants to Skype really badly. Or begging for Freddy to keep playing his creepy music and not cut it short when the power runs out on Night 6.
"Okay, well, I'm available on..." I checked my phone calendar and swiped left to check the days. I seemed to have nothing to do on Christmas Eve, so, I guess I'll be available then. But, unlike me, he has family and friends. I have friends, but they live in different parts of the world.
"I'll be available on Christmas Eve, but you have family and friends to be with. So, rip me then." I chuckled.
"Can you come over? Never really spent a Christmas with you. Plus, you can meet Wade and Bob in person. Jack and Felix might pop by too." He asked me, not looking at the camera. He was acting weird. Something's up with him. He's not usually like this.
"Is someone pointing a gun to your face on the opposite side of the computer or something? You're acting weird. More so than usual." I said suspiciously.
He quickly looked up past the camera and threw one of his water bottles at what I assumed was somebody that was annoying him. I could've sworn I heard someone singing the words 'Mark and Maxi, sitting in a tree' before Mark threw a full water bottle at them. Then I noticed something going on with his cheeks.
"Are you blushing?"
"No I am not."
"You cannot hide the fact that you are blushing, Mark."
"YES I CAN."
"YOU ADMITTED IT!"
"So what?"
"HE LIKES YOU!" A voice shouted from the opposite side of the camera. Then I heard footsteps running away.
"I WILL MURDER YOU, WADE!" Mark screamed at him. I started laughing, catching him off guard.
"Oh, Christ almighty, you really worried me there." I said, sighing in relief.
"Okay, now you're blushing."
"I am? Oh, well, it might be from laughing so hard. That or.."
"Or what?"
"I'mrelievedyoulikemetoo." I said all at once.
I could've sworn I saw him vibrating like a kid who had candy for the first time.
"See you in Cincinnati then." Mark replied with a smile.
"See you in Cincinnati." I replied with an excited smile before ending the call.

•~

As I was searching the pantry for a snack the next day, I noticed a window open. Seriously? This is the fifth day. This shitty prank has been going on for long enough, I'm gonna start trapping the windows with a goddamn klaxon noise every time it's opened from the outside. Which I don't understand how that can happen. I angrily slammed the window shut and locked it. Again.

My hand twitched and faded slightly for a second before returning back to normal. I slapped myself, knowing the sharp pain would put that bitch back in it's place.

"Why'd you slap yourself? Didn't that hurt?" A voice asked in confusion.
"Whomst the fuck-" I asked as I turned around as the hand that malfunctioned was enveloped in fire. A man with bloody eyes, and a bloody sword leaned against my kitchen island counter.

"Who the fuck are you?"