Jack

After I showed her in the vlog, my viewers started insisting Emily play games with me. After our little spat, I wasn't sure about asking, but I knocked on her door anyways.

"Emily?" I called.

"A moment longer, Sean," Bloody called from inside. "Please."

"Get out!" Emily roared. I frowned. I didn't think the two could be separate. I thought they shared, like Anti and I did. But there were definitely two voices there.

"Emily, this is getting ridiculous," Bloody said calmly. "You know you need the help. You just can't accept it. Please, I can help you."

"You did this to me!" Emily yelled back, hysterical. "You killed her! She was the only friend I had…" Her voice broke mid sentence and she started sobbing.

"Let's be honest here," Bloody replied, her voice becoming hard and cold. "Kathy was the reason you had no other friends. Had they ever wronged you before? Did you really have any good reason not to trust them? I tried to warn you. Kathy was dangerous to you."

"She wasn't! You are!"

"She cut you off. She disconnected you from your family. She got rid of all your friends. She ruined your relationship with your boyfriend. She kept you trapped in what you call a friendship, but what I call an addiction. Emily, you know how horrible she was. I know when you're lying to yourself. You can't fool me."

For a few moments, it was quiet except for Emily's sobbing. Then I heard a growl and the sound of a pocketknife being opened. Suddenly scared, I opened the door.

Emily was sitting on her bed, with her back against the wall, her knees against her chest, and a blanket around her shoulders. Bloody was crouched on the other side of the room, facing the wall, playing around with a pocketknife. Her usual smile was gone, replaced with a mask of anger. She looked up at me as I stepped into the room. "Sean, back me up, here," she said.

"He doesn't understand! Neither of you do!" Emily almost screamed.

"Emily, calm down," I said softly. Emily didn't stop crying, but she looked up at me.

"You're right, we don't understand," Bloody said, standing. "And if you don't communicate, we never will. Tell you what. Sean, see if you can get her to talk. I'm going out."

"Out where?" I asked.

"Just out," she replied, walking straight through the wall.

I sat down on the bed next to Emily, who wrapped her blanket closer around her shoulders. "What's wrong?" I ask.

She gulps for a moment before answering. "I'm scared," she replies.

"Of what?"

"Of her. I don't know what she'll do most of the time. She killed my only friend. I didn't know if she would do it again. I haven't really been with people at all since Kathy died. Who would I be with, anyways?"

I sat quietly, waiting. Emily went on.

"The worst part is, she's right. Kathy cut me off. I haven't talked to my family in years. I don't know if I still have my friends' numbers. My boyfriend is who-knows-where. The only reason I agreed to her idea about having a roommate was I wanted a new friend who didn't know about Kathy, or about Bloody. I wanted someone to be normal with for a change. Then she shows up in front of you, and now I'm just scared."

"Why?"

"Because it occurred to me that she just wanted someone else to come so she could kill them."

"Emily, Bloody isn't just a murderer."

"How do you know? You've only known her for a couple days!"

"She could easily kill anyone off the streets. Why bring someone into the apartment?"

"I don't know."

I sighed, then stayed quiet for a few moments, thinking about how to help. What would I do to distract myself? I thought. The answer was pretty obvious. Video games.

I put my hand on her shoulder. "Wanna come record with me?"

She looked up, confused. "Record?"

"For my channel. Some of the people watching want to meet you. Maybe a game will help get your mind off of things."

Emily took a shaky breath and nodded. "Okay."

I led her to my room and set up the recording stuff. I let her pick the game, and she chose Gang Beasts. I had never done a local multiplayer of it before. Oughtta be fun.

Starting the recording, I did my three-two-one-clap to sync, then began.

"Hwa-poosh! Top o' the mornin to ya, laddies! My name is Jacksepticeye, and welcome back to Gang Beasts!"