It started off with one eye after the other as Mark sat up in his bed, clearing his eyes from the heaviness of sleep. He had forgotten his dream already, and was ready to do some recording. He had another fan game made for him, and despite the fact that he had been bombarded by those for the past few years, he never got tired of them. This time it was called: Fallen Angels. Just the name was enough to hook Mark into it, and couldn't wait to get started. He turned the computer on, and dragged the white mouse over to the chrome icon, mouse smoothly gliding along the table. Just as he was about to search up Fallen Angels, a little pop-up at the corner of his screen saying that he had received a message from Wade. Curious as to what his friend had to say, Mark clicked on Skype, and a conversation popped up. "Hey" 'What's up Wade?'

"Nothing much, just that there is this really cool horror game that I thought we could invite some friends over to play."

'Cool, what's it called?'

"Matter of life or death."

Baffled by the sound of the name, Mark smiled. Guess the fan game would have to wait. 'What's it about?'

"Dunno…"

'Who're we gonna invite?'

"Well, It needs more than 4 players, so I've asked Jack, Aaron, Dan, Arin, and Bob, but Bob hasn't responded yet."

'Sure, we can play!'

"YouTube?" 'You bet!' Wade went offline. 'Sorry Mr. Game developer, guess this'll have to wait.' Mark smiled.

The shadows have been telling him that he's not good enough. That he's not good enough to do anything. They obviously didn't seem to like him, and when he said otherwise, they just ended up beating him into a pulp and insulted him even more viciously. What's worse, he's starting to believe them.

Later that night, around about 10 PM, Mark was on his computer, browsing twitter and laughing his face off at what his friends posted. The same popup appeared on Skype.

Wade.

'What the hell is wrong with him? Bob hasn't responded yet!'

"What?"

'It's been two days and he's still silent.'

Mark was just about to type in his response, when everything went black. Well, he was still conscious, but everything plunged into darkness. His world was a tranquil black the shade of charcoal. "Ugh, really? A blackout NOW?" He grumbled. Five seconds later, the lights flickered back to life, illuminating Marks world once again. "Huh, guess that worked." He was just about to turn the computer back on again when he froze in fear. During that five second blackout, somebody had stuck a sticky note on his window.

"Bob is dead."