"Don't you dare kill me Chris, you know how sad you'd be!"

"I wouldn't be sad, you abandoned me for that petty girl."

PJ tried to push Chris off, this half-suceeded and Chris's grip loosened significantly. "Is this why I'm here, Chris? All because of Joeline? Do you know what? She forced me and I had no way of getting out, I broke up with her very quickly and she moved away even quicker. Are you going to kill me because of her, Chris? Answer me."

Chris's head fell to the ground, he spoke in a cold and sad manner. "Yes, Liguori. I hate you for leaving me, I hate you for letting me suffer in my own loneliness. I was so overwhelmed by happiness, that I just changed into the true me."

"This isn't you, Chris. This isn't the Chris I know, you're so happy and cheerful. You wouldn't kill me if you tried, and I'm sorry about Joeline - okay? You're not the Chris I know with my own two eyes!"

"Fuck you, Liguori."

"Chris! Fucking..." PJ began to shout, he pulled out of Chris's grip and turned to him, it was time this corrupted Chris got a taste of his own medicine. He poised his arm back and his hand turnt into a fist, and like Chris did before - PJ uppercutted Chris so hard he flew into the air, before landing. "...stop!" He panted widly and was sweating. Anger had seemed to capture PJ, but he soon burst into tears - running over to Chris. Chris's eyes were closed, and PJ couldn't see his mouth. The tears fell onto Chris's face and PJ blubbered and whimpered out Chris's full name over and over again.

"Wake up...please..Chris! Chris just wake up!"

PJ began to shake Chris, and the black space around him faded into Chris's living room. Dan and Phil ran into the room, confused.

"Where the hell did you go? We were so worried!" Dan cried

"...I don't know where I went." PJ mumbled, he looked up at Dan with pale green eyes. He sat crossed legged, watching over Chris, Dan sat next to him.

"You really are worried, aren't you?"

"That should be obvious." PJ sarcastically replied, keeping his head to the floor.

"What did you even do?"

"He was being really stupid, so I uppercutted him."

Phil sighed "I suppose it's the only thing you can do, right Peej?"

PJ nodded, and gazed at Chris. PJ's hand held Chris's, and PJ began to cry again, burying his face in his knees. He rubbed Chris's hand with his thumb, hoping and wishing he'd be okay. Looking up, his world began to spin again, maybe he'd finally find out who the figure was this time. Whilst his body in the real world was locked with his head in his knees, falling asleep slowly, PJ was transported to a new white space, instead of a black space. In the distance was the figure, even closer than before. You could see shapes of brown, as well as the pale peach, blue, red and white. It was obvious who it was, Chris. The figure began to move slightly, waving at PJ.

"PJ! PJ! Hey PJ!"

PJ ran towards the figure, who got clearer the further you ran. He began to cry tears of pure joy, Chris then began to run until they met in the middle. They hugged, PJ crying hysterically and Chris crying very softly. They rubbed each others backs, keeping the embrace for as long as they possibly could. Eventually, they pulled away and looked into one anothers eyes.

"I missed you, Chris."

"I missed you too."

PJ sat down, and gestured for Chris to come sit on his lap, which he did. PJ played with his soft, straight hair whilst he questioned Chris.

"Why did that happen?"

"I-I don't know, Peej. It just happened, I guess? After when you said okay to staying over, I became so overwhelmed in happiness that I changed, which was bizarre since I changed to a Chris of hate, not one of happiness. All I remember is that I was stuck here, by myself."

"Did Joeline really upset you?"

Chris became quiet, he sniffled softly. He nodded, before crying slightly harder. PJ rubbed his back and hugged him again.

"Hey, Chris, it's okay. Shh, it's honestly going to be alright." PJ wiped away the tears falling from Chris's face. "We broke up anyway, okay?" All that was heard was sniffling, and PJ's soft voice hushing and calming Chris. "Hey, hey, hey big guy...it's okay..."

Chris began to cry harder, and wrapped his arms around PJ, crying on his shoulder. Chris then raised his head to look at PJ, who was moving his leg slightly as if you were to bounce a small child on your knee. PJ calmly looked into Chris's eyes, and then pulled him closer.

"P-PJ..." Chris sniffled

"Yes, Chris?" PJ calmly lay him down, with PJ ontop of him.

"I-I lov-love you and I ha-have for a long ti-time..."

"I have too, sweetheart."

PJ leant in and gave Chris a full kiss on the lips. He moved his hips slightly and the kiss became more deep and full of love. PJ then pulled away and gazed into Chris's eyes.

"Do you want to come back to the real world now, with me, Dan and Phil?" PJ asked Chris, holding out his hand.

"I wou-wouldn't ever sa-say no." Chris replied, taking PJ's hand as the two of them faded out of the white space, forever.