I sat on the couch, staring blankly into the lens cap of the camera. It seems like just yesterday I was stuck in the Blue Room. I still remember  the day after that timer hit 00:00. I don't remember anything in the middle, though. I mean, why would I? Everything has been such a twisted blur lately.

I remember Evan. I put a hand on the cushion next to me. He sat here. He apologized, as if he was obliged to. He couldn't control the things that HABIT did in his body. He knows that. He knows that I know that.

My thoughts were interrupted by an all-too-familiar face - but not person - walking into the room.

"Vin! How are you? Doing good? Feeling sassy?" he asked in his usual happy-go-lucky personality. He sat down on the couch next to me, right where Evan sat two months ago. He didn't deserve to sit there. He put his arm around my shoulder. Too close.

"Fuck off," I spat, grabbing his wrist and pushing it away, only for it to come right back, wrapping even more tightly around me.

"Hey, calm down. Is that any way to treat your boyfriend?"

"W-What?" What the fuck is he talking about?! This better be a joke.

"You heard me. Congratulations, we're dating now! You see, I've always wanted to know what it's like to be in a relationship, so why not you? You're not currently dating anyone, and I've killed everyone else, so that makes you a perfect candidate."

"No, I'm not... no! What made you think I would ever want to do that?"

"Well, Vin, because your life is literally in my hands," he smirked, pulling out his machete and holding it up to my neck. "You don't have to like it, but at least pretend," he chuckled, planting a light kiss on my cheek. I'd fight it, but I don't really have the intention of dying at the hands of this monster.

"Yeah, o-okay," I shook, knowing that he wouldn't hesitate to get my blood on his seemingly new weapon.

"'Atta boy. Alright, I'm gonna go have some fun. Don't leave, or I won't hesitate to find and kill you." His voice dropped, and he trailed the machete down my chest, hard enough to leave some tears in the fabric, yet somehow not hurt me. His voice sprang back up and a bright-eyed smile returned to his face. "Oh, wait. You can't. Bye!" With one more peck on the cheek, he removed himself from the couch and walked out the door, weapon still in hand.

Well... this is going to be interesting.