The night was just as any other, a man holding his wife in his arms as they slept in their small bed. Suddenly, a bang was heard from their kitchen. Since they lived in a small apartment that only had one room and a kitchen, it was very easy to hear through the walls.

'What was that?' The woman, Arin, asked, still half-asleep. The man next to her mumbled something under his breath, not waking up even after his wife's comment.

'Jenk, wake up! Go and look what it was.'

'It was probably Klondook.' Jenk said, still lying comfortably in their bed. Barking at his owner, Klondook let them both know that it indeed wasn't her. Finally getting out of the bed, Jenk stepped out of the room with disgust. Out of all the nights that he could finally sleep, this was the one when someone had to rob him? How dare they!

But as soon as Jenk got into the kitchen, he didn't find anything else but the door of their shitty fridge from 2003 opened. Everything was still in place, even the WTF Blanket Dead Animal edition, which they got only for $19,95! Unfortunately they didn't get the book light.

Shrugging his shoulders, he walked towards the fridge and took out a hamburger. As he put it in the microwave, he thought to himself: 'What have I become. My life, why does it suck. I never knew my father, I never got the chance to do what I wanted to. The only thing that keeps me going is my wife, waiting for me in our bedroom while I'm waiting for this hamburger to finish heating up. I'm a miserable, fat, unemployed man.'

'Bro.'

'Who was that?' Jenk looked around himself, but no one was there. Hearing the microwave beep, he took out the plate.

'Bro... it's me, Chad. Your bro.' It was indeed his inner voice, Chad, 'Jenk you're fat. What happened? Why aren't you as ripped as your bro Chad?'

'I'm sorry Chad. I failed you.' Jenk cried, 'I know I'm fat. I want to be ripped like you again.'

'If you wanna lose weight, put down that plate.' Chad yelled at Jenk, to which Jenk instantly threw the plate onto the floor, screaming: 'Hell yeah!'

'Now go. Your wife is waiting for you, bro.'

'Thanks Chad. You're the bro-est bro I've ever had.' Jenk said to Chad before he walked back to the bedroom. But what was waiting for him there wasn't what he expected at all. The body of his wife was laying unconscious on their bed, a bullet hole in her forehead.

Jenk gasped: 'How come I didn't hear a gunshot?!?!!'

'Bro, you were talking to me.' Chad suddenly said, to which Jenk just said: 'Oh yeaaaah.'

'Bro, but you need to find out who did it.' Chad encouraged him, Jenk agreeing. He called his puppy, Klondook, who ran out from under the bed. She barked at him, jumping around.

'Maybe you know something I don't.' Jenk said, mostly to himself because a dog like that couldn't actually understand him. Klondook ran to the front door, scratching on it. As soon as Jenk opened it, Klondook ran out and down the stairs of the apartment building. Quickly grabbing his WTF Blanket, Jenk ran after Klondook.

They came outside, streetlights covering the roads and sidewalks with lights, making it less dangerous for both of them. Klondook ran off, Jenk following close behind her. Once she stopped, Jenk knew they were close... Almost too close.

'Mwehehehe.' Someone suspiciously laughed. Jenk gasped, seeing the terrifying face pop up in front of him. It was him, the one who he feared the most.

John Douglass.

'Well well well, we meet again.'

'What are you doing here?!' Jenk said in fear, backing away from the man. John only laughed as he stepped closer to Jenk to the point where he couldn't back away no more. That was it for Jenk, it was the end of him.

He was held by someone from behind, a gag covering his mouth. He slowly lost his consciousness as they put a paper bag on his head.

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'Jenk...'

'Uhhh.' He groaned from pain.

'Jenk, bro.'

'....'

'Bro, wake up.'

'Chad? Is that you? My bro.' Jenk opened his eyes, but he didn't see anything. Not that he became blind, it was just dark.

'Jenk, you need to get out of here. He's coming... They're coming.' Chad warned him, but it was too late.

'I see you're awake.' John laughed, stepping out of the darkness. Jenk heard a door open, someone came in.

'Is he a w ache already?' a voice said, to which John replied: 'Yes, Jack. I think it might be time for us to tell him his purpose.'

'Your a bich, Jenk. Your never going a life.' Jack laughed, Jenk only looking at him confused as to what he meant exactly.

'How do you two even communicate. I mean, he doesn't even know what the difference between you're and your is.' Jenk said to John, expecting some normal answer.

'We use common sense, duh.' John replied.

'i use proper grammer wich makes you more retared.' Jack tried to make a point, but it only got worse when Jenk said: 'You're literally making no sense! How do you even live with yourself!'

'Facepalme....'

Everyone went quiet, they didn't know what was coming next.

'Faceplam*'

'Okay Jack I think that was enough. I'm just gonna go and feed the dog.' John said, slowly walking away but Jenk stopped him: 'Klondook?'

'No... Her name is Klondike now.' John maniacally laughed, leaving the dark room

'Your a faget.' Jack said, staring at Jenk who was still sitting on the ground all tied up. Sighing, Jenk told him: 'Please, just stop. I don't know what is going on but don't talk to me ever again.'

'How inbarrisin.'

'...'

'One thing though is dont let people push u down and make u feel like crap cuz ur not. Everyone is special... Except it.' Jack said, taking an iPhone S out of the pocket of his not-pants. 'This I phone S good. The S stands for s-crabs.'

'Ooooh, nice. Can I take a look at it?' Jenk said, his mind full of ideas on how to get the fuck out of there.

'Yah.'

'But first you have to actually untie me.' He said to Jack, who suspiciously looked at him: 'Are you challenching me?!'

'No, I'm not! I promise I won't do anything.' Jenk tried to reassure him, thankfully Jack was stupid enough to trust him. He untied him, but as soon as he did Jenk used his super secret moves he was taught by Chad and knocked Jack out. He ran out of the room, careful enough to not let John know he escaped. But to his surprise, no one was at home. John's apartment looked very nice. It wasn't as small as Jenk's but not as big as he'd imagine.

Before Jenk left the apartment, he looked through the drawers in the kitchen. He found a gun, looked like a toy gun because it wax blue, but it wasn't a toy gun because it had actual bullets in it. Yes, America.

He quickly made his way out of the apartment, running away as fast as his legs could even go. But he didn't make it really far. In fact, he only ran across the street into a little park. He stopped to take a breath but just then he realised what a mistake he made. There he was again, John Douglass, now facing Jenk Douglass in the last fight.

Jenk held up his gunb, pointing it at John who looked angrily at him. Throwing arguments at each other, Jack ran to the place, holding a camera in his hands.

'I should've killed you when I had the chance.' Jenk said as he looked John straight in the eyes. Not scared at all, John told him:'You don't have the guts.'

'Yeah but I do have a gun.'

'That's a good point.' John admitted. Jack felt proud of himself for filming this masterpiece. He felt like Spielberg there for a second.

'I'm gonna count to three.... One.' Jenk began.

'Please don't shoot.'

'Twooo.' He continued.

'Don't do it.'

'Thhhhhhhhhhh.' He almost finished but John cut in: 'I'm your dad!' Jenk gasped loudly, dropping the gun onto the ground.

'I'm your dad, I've always been your dad.' John stated now the obvious. With a surprised expression on his face, Jenk realised something: 'This changes everything!!!'

'I'm sorry I shot your wife.' John finally apologised to Jenk, to which Jenk only said: 'I love you, dad.' As John made a kissy face. But before they could hug, something terrible happened.

'John!!!' Both Jack and Jenk screamed, John already falling onto the ground, a bullet in his head.

'Jenk. It's your time... Bro.' A familiar voice said, but instead of it being only inside Jenk's mind, the owner was standing behind them.

'Chad... Why?!'

'You can finally show your true potential! You can be the king of sass on YouTube!' Chad argued with Jenk, but he wasn't having any of it.

'I can't. The one and only true king of sass on YouTube could only be Jack Douglass and no one else.'

'Butt Jenk. You have to do to John. Make like his videos. The subscribblers will know!!' Jack pleaded, Chad agreeing with him.

'I.. I have to do it.'

*2 weeks later*

'TOP 10 FARTS.'

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This is a true story okay, don't hate cuz haters suck. Check your facts before hating. I can't have this confirmed by John because HE'S DEAD AND HIS CHANNEL IS CONTROLLED BY HIS CLONES DON'T LISTEN TO THEM THEY WORK FOR THE GOVERNMENT THE REAL JOHN WOULD'VE NEVER LET THIS HAPPEN.