Chris stared, his confusion very clearly shown.
"Uh, is everything ok?" Chris asked DingDong, a white rabbit looking alien who was standing at the door. He's smiling intensely and his eyes feel like they're drawing Chris closer.
"Everything Is Fine Chris. Just Visiting. Our House Is Quite Pretty In The Winter Time. The Snow Really Sets The Mood. Come, Sit Down."
Chris finds himself standing in a rather large, comfortably furnished living room. There's a comfortable couch where DingDong is sitting, with A Large Plasma Screen TV playing a show he doesn't recognize. He's wearing nicer clothes than before, with soft cotton slippers. He never wears slippers, it's always too hot in California. Wait did DingDong say snow? Chris looked outside and saw whay most deifinetly looked like snow. Why was it snowing? Was this some kind of joke? It certainly wasn't funny, and he wasn't getting a kick out of it.
Chris feels a tap on his shoulder. Looking over, he sees DingDong's left hand around his shoulder. It bore a ring he'd never seen before, with a diamond and an inscription that was too small to read. Feeling the arm around him, he realized he was sitting down, curled up next to DingDong. Chris looked around for a camera or a punchline but all he found was a pit in his stomach as deep as hell it's self.
Chris moved away from DingDong, and upon putting pressure on his left hand, found he had a ring identical to DingDong's.
Then the panic set in.
Chris burst from the couch, to DingDong's surprise, and took off the ring.
"DingDong, what the ever fucking fuck is going the fuck on right this very moment?" Chris asked, panicking as he walked backwards.
"Oney, Darling Sit Down. Are You Ok? Has The Medicine Been Affecting You?" DingDong asked in a nearly monotone voice that Chris didn't recognize. That wasn't DingDong. A cold sweat dripped down Chris's neck.
"DD, where's Matt? He was just here! Is this all some kind of prank!? Why are you calling ME Oney?! That's just my username you never use Oney unless you want to bother me!! And why are you calling me darling?! DD wE'RE NOT MARRIED. I'M FREAKING OUT, STOP IT DD." Chris backed away towards the door, throwing the ring at an increasing distorted DingDong. His pupils became cat like and thin, with his joints bending in ways he didn't understand. DD's walking was unnatural, like he was taking too few steps to move the distance he was going.
"Sit Down Oney. Submit And You Will Be Fine. It Will Give You All You Desire. Submit." DingDong's voice was not his own, with distorted and barely understandable sounds that might be words. Chris threw the ring at DingDong but as soon as he let go of it, the ring was gone. It had vanished out of thin air just like my will to live.
Chris had his back to the door now. DD was almost upon him. Chris didn't know what would happen if DingDong reached him. Would it be the end of OneyPlays? Or his own life?
Just as DingDong(or whatever it was that was supposed to be him) was about to grab Chris, the door flung open, pushing him to the side. Multiple loud gun shots where heard, and before chris could see anything, his vision faded. Was this death? God he hoped so.
