Arthur sighed and looked around without moving his head. He held in a sharp inhale, hoping to God that Alfred wasn't crazy enough to pull the trigger…but at this point, he couldn't be sure. Then his suspicions were confirmed by the next statement said.
"…you're with them."
"Alfred…"
"You are a fucking liar, you're with them!"
"Alfred, who in the hell are you referring to?"
Alfred looked him over, grabbing him by the hair and looking him in the eye. Alfred's expression was insane. Arthur was sincerely terrified. He was trying to hold his composure, but at the same time he was shaking like a leaf.
"Alfred, I'm not who you say I am…(Whomever that may be.)"
Alfred threw him onto the couch and hovered over him with a gun pointed at his forehead. Arthur closed his eyes tightly.
"Please…"
Alfred proceeded to pull the trigger when the doorbell rang. Alfred's eyes widened and he ran. Arthur was still so shaken that he sat there in shock for a moment, thinking that he was only a moment away from having his blood splattered on his furniture. He got up shakily and walked over to the door. Opening it to see no one there, he thought that the ones who rang the bell must have been prankster kids, yet had no idea what kind of trouble they just helped avoid. He shuddered and sighed shakily. Next task was to find Alfred.