I was humming to myself, happy that it was summer. I planned on heading home immediately, but I decided to go shopping first for some food. With only one look at my empty fridge, you could tell that I must be starving.

As I made my way to the nearest grocery shop, I noticed a loud thud coming from the adjacent building. Thinking that it was just some construction work, I carried on with my shopping. A couple minutes later, I contemplated whether I should buy vegetables or not. I really hated them, but they're healthy. Never mind, I'll save my money for this bag of chips instead.

After finishing up and paying the cashier, I could finally make my way back home. Crossing the same building where I heard that thud from earlier, I now heard a scream. This can't be good.

Curiosity taking over, I entered the building. My first thought was that this place was most definitely abandoned. There was barely any sound, which made this eerily creepy.

Usually, I would be running out of this place since it's scary, but for some reason I wanted to explore. Walking up the stairs to where I assumed to be leading to the attic, I heard a sound.

"Please don't kill me!"

It was the voice of what I assumed to be a teenage male. This seems bad, but I want to see what's happening. I just need to be sure that I won't get discovered or anything. 

As I crept as quietly as I could towards the door where I heard the sound from, and I peeked through the gap that the door was leaving open. I saw three people. One was the victim, who was mostly likely the one screaming from earlier. He looked like he was already injured enough, though. There were scars all over his body and some gunshot wounds here and there.

The other two were probably some type of serial killers or something. They had the stereotypical ski masks over their head. I mean, why does no one wear Iron Man helmets or something? That would be so much cooler.

Now I'm questioning my priorities for thinking about an Iron Man helmet instead of trying to help this person who's most likely going to die. But it's not like I could do anything anyway. I'm not even that strong or athletic, so I would probably just get killed.

I was wondering whether I should help this person or not, though. I can't stand the thought of knowing someone that's going to die in front of me and not doing anything about it. What can I do, though?

Oh right, guess I should call the cops first huh? I need to look for somewhere else first so that they won't hear me. I made my way back down to the first floor of the building and called them. No one answered. Seriously? Well, this sucks. I tried for another ten minutes or so, and no one picked up.

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Since there's no sense in continuing to try, I decide to head back up and check out what's happened over the course of the time I've been down head. I finally make my way back up and look through the gap in the door again.

Pretty much everything is the same as before, but this time one of the serial killer people thingamajig is on his or her phone. And that sound... Is that Flappy Bird? So you're telling me that this person is seriously playing Flappy Bird while severely inuring someone to the point that they might die? They must have some high standards. What's next, they'll eat some spaghetti?

Moreover, is that game even relevant anymore. I'm surprised they still even have that game.

Honestly though, that person who's basically has a gun up to his head look like he's having a terrible time. Not a bad time. But a terrible time. Get your references outta here.

One thing I found strange is that they didn't say anything this entire time. Could I just not hear them, or did they know that I was here? I hope it's not the latter.

So many questions, and I didn't have a single answer. Why am I even here? I should be at home, comfortable in my blanket, and playing some games.

But I guess that it's time to step in now. That person is probably going to be killed sooner or later anyway. But first, I need a plan. Maybe I should distract them somehow? How would I do that, by throwing some rocks? Actually, that seems like a decent idea.

So then, I tried searching for some rocks, but I couldn't find any. That sucks. Well, it wasn't a very good plan anyway. Don't listen to what I said before about it being decent.

I guess the only thing to do now is... To rush in!

I slammed the door open and rushed in. I made my way to the nearest killer and tried to tackle them but...

BAM!

Hm? I can't feel anything anymore. Did I seriously just get shot? Well, I did deserve it for doing something as stupid as that. Still, dying at seventeen? That's way too young. And I didn't even get the chance to eat that bag of chips I bought earlier.

I guess I'm dead now.

"Ha, nope."

Wait, what?