Chris O'Neill isn't dead yet. He's asleep, but he's not dead. He's asleep in his bed in what one can only assume is his apartment. Because realistically I have no idea where this thot lives.
He just lies there. Can he hear the knocking?? There's knocking, he's not sure where from. His head? The door? It's like, 1 am, why would someone be at his door? He's awake now, and he wishes he was asleep. The knocking is louder now, and it most certainly comes from the door. The far door. At the front of his house. Far away from his bed. At 1 am. Fuck.
Chris drags his half asleep body to the door. The knocking has become loud banging. It sounds desperate and needy, like a frantic cry for help. He finally opens the door after staring dead on in T pose for a solid minute.
"Chris oh my god you're still alive jesus Christ I thought it got you but I think you're ok, god Chris it's gone bad. Chris? CHRIS!?"
"Oh Hello There Matt Watson From SuperMega" chris says sounding kinda gay but more like the audio of his voice had been compressed. He looks at Matt as he wonders how bad of a hangover he must have to hear such weird shit.
Matt begins to panic, backing away into the door he didn't close. Who closed that door. Matt looks Chris directly in the eye like a dog does when it's shitting.
"DEAR GOD CHRIS NO PLEASE NOT YOU TOO, THEY-THEY'VE ALREADY G-GOTTEN HIM AND I CAN'T-wait is it a they? Is it even an it?-CHRIS PLEASE"
Matt shakes Chris until he pushes him away.
Chris looks at Matt who has a worried look in his eye. Or his whole face. Matt is very clearly worried.
"Matt what the fuck it's 1 am what are you doing at my house. Is everything ok? Are you on drugs?
Matt's shoulders untense and he sighs.
"Oh thank God..I though I had lost you too. Chris, I've got a fuck ton of explaining to do. First with the time. Chris, it's not 1 am. Or 10 am. Or any time at all."
Matt checks his phone and looks back at Chris. He shows the lock screen of the phone. Instead of numbers, it simply says "YEET" in the same font.
Matt's relief wears off quickly.
"Chris, I think we have a virus."
