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The video starts by focusing on piercing red and a mouth twisted down into a snarl. Bakugo Katsuki’s dusky blond hair is set into its usually spikey fashion. There’s something missing from the image. A space next to Katsuki that needed to be filled. Something green and freckly. 

“Hey, losers; welcome back. Deku’s coming, he just feels the need to grab a shit ton of stuff right as we start.” The camera cuts to a zoomed in frame, Katsuki’s face filling most of the space.

 “We’re professionals.” Then it cuts back. 

 “I’m coming!” Shouts a familiar voice from somewhere far away.

 “Gross!” Katsuki yells back. “Deku, we’re filming.” A dark figure comes up from behind Katsuki. The image pauses and yellows, a to be continued sign tucks itself into the corner—just in time to see something bulbous and round cover Katsuki’s face. When the video cuts to Katsuki and Deku sitting under blankets, there’s a squishy looking pillow placed half-hazardly in Katsuki’s lap. Deku’s face is pink.

 " Oh -kay,” Katsuki starts in an exasperated voice. “Now that everyone’s ready, can we start?” He throws his head to the side to stare at Deku, who’s only looking mildly offended. He huffs, freckled cheeks puffed out and tempting any and all to pinch them. Katsuki does just that, taking a small chunk of skin between his thumb and forefinger and pinching lightly.

 “Dekuuuu~!” He shouts. “Are you ready~!”

 “Aye aye, Kacchan.” Deku mutters low under his breath.

 “I can’t hear you!”

 “Aye aye, Kacchan!” Deku cries louder.

 “Ooooooh!!!” The camera zooms in on Katsuki’s face gradually in time with his out of tune singing and then immediately cuts to a rotting door stained with fresh looking blood.

 “This game is called From the Darkness ! It came just over a month ago and it’s taken me that long to bribe Deku with enough candy and shoulder rubs to get him to play this with me.”

 “It involves a life-time supply of raisinettes.”

 “You’re so gross. Those are barely even candy. Anyway! A game by the same developer came out a while ago—a few years now—called Wrong Floor . It was a psychological horror game involving an elevator and a smiling maniac. It actually got me a little bit.” Katsuki smirked.

 “Just a little?” Deku asked. The screen then cut to Katsuki yelling at a towering man while he backed up into an elevator.

 “ Go away! Go away! ” His voice continued to rise in pitch. The video cuts back.

 “Yeah, why?”

 “No reason.”

 The game starts and opens up in a stair well. The walls are split painted: green on the bottom and white on the top.

 “Oh, this is neat. It’s already super similar to Wrong Floor .” It was the same setting, quiet and ominous.

 “I already hate this.” Deku brought his knees up to his chest.

 “Your complaint is noted.” Katsuki said. Then the point-of-view went down to stare at a pair of brown leather shoes. “Hey! I have a body.” Katsuki moved back and forth, watching the feet move along the ground. “Dope.” Lifting the POV, Katsuki look a step forward; the character lurched to the side. Deku made a noise like he was going to throw up.

 “Is this guy drunk? He walks exactly like you when you’re drunk.”

 “I walk like that?” He left the landing and began making his way up the stairs. At the bottom of the screen, text formed.

  Objective: get into the 64 th apartment of the deceased grandfather.

  “Grandpa’s haunting the apartment.” Katsuki said quickly and bluntly.

 “Probably.”

 “If it’s anything like Wrong Floor , though, then nothing’s gonna happen for a long time.” Katsuki said as he made his way up to the second floor. “The game’s just gonna build up a lot of tension and make you paranoid.” Deku pulled his microphone closer to his mouth and looked at the camera.

 “So it’s school.” The sound echoed. Katsuki just scoffed.

 “Yes, Deku. We’re going back to school in this apartment complex.”

“Knew it.”

 On the second floor, next to the elevator, there was a missing person’s paper stuck to the wall. It was on the first floor too, but Katsuki hadn’t seen it.

 “Left home and did not return.” Deku read. “One-hundred-seventy-three cm—”

 “Haha,” Katsuki said. “Short.” Deku rolled his eyes and kept reading.

 “Short, dark brown hair, brown eyes. White t-shirt, red shorts, and red sneakers.”

 “If his red shoes are anything like yours, then he deserved to go missing.”

 “What is your deal with my shoes?”

 “They’re ugly. You never even wear red with them.”

 “Just because your parents are fashion designers, doesn’t mean you need to judge my sense of style.” Katsuki snorted, making his way up to the third floor.

 “You have no style, Deku.” He retorted without taking his eyes off the screen. “You just wear whatever’s been dirty the least amount of time.” Deku flushed pink, looking offended; he didn’t say anything more. Katsuki continued his trek, coming up to the third floor. The lights were flickering ominously. Deku clenched his blanket tight in his fists, knuckles white.

 “I hate this.” He murmured low. “I hate this so much.”

 “They’re just lights, Deku.” Katsuki snickered. “Relax.” The lights seemed to be blinking more than they were flickering, going off and on in one second intervals.

 The fourth floor was mildly better. The light was stable and consistent, but there was a harsh clacking noise, rough and metallic, that was coming from the floor above. The moment Katsuki turned to go up the stairs, he stopped. It was mostly likely involuntary given Katsuki’s break-the-rules-steal-your-man bad boy appearance. It was completely dark, void of any signs of light or life. Katsuki’s obvious hesitance halted him for only a second before he was moving again. It was becoming harder to see with each step forward. The grating sound of metal scraping metal was getting louder in its rhythmic movements. Katsuki reached the top of the stairs, where there was a steady stream of light that was constantly getting bigger and smaller. The elevator doors were desperately trying to close, but the box was only half-peeking out of the shaft.

 “I wonder if this is a callback to Wrong Floor .” Katsuki said absently. “The elevator was just like this at the beginning of the game. Then again, it looks like the developer used the same engine.” Deku—ever the lover of theories and random knowledge—didn’t look comforted.

 Floor six was the last floor, the sixty-fourth apartment directly to the right. Clicking on the door, Katsuki walked into a tiny, sixteen-square-foot box with a door to the left and a door just ahead with some panels to the right.

 “Ahh…” Katsuki sighed. “Home sweet home.”

 Deku snorted out a laugh before dissolving  into chuckles that quickly died out.

 “What if this was all the game was? Like—it was just this tiny space and we ended up getting nightmares.”

 “A lot can happen in a small space.” Katsuki agreed, then he looked at the camera. “Size doesn’t matter.” The camera slowly panned closer and closer until only the bridge of his nose and his eyes could be seen. The screen cut back to normal when Deku let out a snort. Katsuki clicked on the door to the left, only to hear a knock on the dark wood.

 “Guess we’re not opening that one.”

 “Rude that no one’s opening the door.” Deku chuckled.

“Maybe that’s because no one’s inside.’ Katsuki replied inn a spooky voice. Deku just pushed at him. The door ahead of them was the obvious answer now; there was a note stuck to it.

 “ Dear neighbor ,” Deku read, “ if you don’t stop making noise at night, we will call the police .”

 “That’s why we got kicked out of our last apartment.” Katsuki sniggered while wiggling his eyebrows. Deku flushed light pink in embarrassment.

 “No it’s not! That apartment was nasty and we hated it.” Katsuki nodded solemnly and opened the door into an eerie darkness as Deku’s blush slowly went down. There was a glowing object on a table that was almost completely swallowed up by the inky blackness of the rest of the apartment.

  This apartment has long been abandoned.

  “Yeah, no shit.” Katsuki scoffed. He moved the POV around in an attempt to see something, anything, but his tries were in vain. He jumped when Deku let out a high-pitched yelp next to him.

 “What the fuck was that for?!” He asked in astonishment.

 “The coat and shoes against the wall looked like a person.” His crooked fingers covered his face. Katsuki rolled his eyes and moved the POV around some more, looking for any light switches. There were two next to the front door; when he clicked on them, nothing happened.

  No electricity .

 “There was a breaker box in that tiny nook.” Deku offered. “That could be the key for it.” Katsuki just hummed. Back in that small space, he turned to the two panels against the wall. On the box closer to him, there was a padlock.

 “Look at Deku being smart.” Katsuki cooed sarcastically.

 “I’m always smart. You’re just stubborn.” It wasn’t a secret that Katsuki had a slight temper on him, so of course it was foreseen when he smacked Deku in the face with the squishy pillow.

 The switches on the box were all a dull gray except for two that were a bright, fire truck red. One could laugh and compare them to Deku’s shoes. Katsuki clicked on both and they flipped up with two dull and heavy clacks . He then moved back into the apartment.

  Objective: pick up the family album and leave .

 “That is the most clear and concise objective I’ve ever been given in a video game before.”

Deku snorted. “Do you even game, bro?”

“Say that to my face again and I’ll fucking end you, bro .” Katsuki’s face was painfully stoney. Deku leaned back with a weak chuckle. “I’m sensing a lot of hostility from you right now, and that’s not the type of energy we need.” Katsuki just ignored him in favor of going over to the light switches and flicking them up. A light bulb to their right and ahead of them fluttered to life. On their right was a small kitchen unit with a small walkway between the oven and sink and the fridge and a table where suspiciously fresh looking meat lay partially cut. The old fashioned floral wallpaper was peeling in some areas. Ahead of them was a small hallway perpendicular to the main hallway. In the main hallway was a set of double doors on the right with the glass windows shattered and barely hanging onto the frames. Past the gaping windows was total darkness, like a portal to another demension. Katsuki just walked right past it. Along the wall of the smaller hallway were two more doorways. The door on the right had been taken off, but even with the light bulb burning overhead, the open spaces revealed nothing. On the left end of the hallway was a door cracked slightly ajar. Katsuki went towards it—the door opening further with an eerie creak—and the screen began to pale, the edges darkening. The soft yellow wallpaper turned ashy and haunting. 

Too dark.

As Katsuki backed away, the image righted itself to how it was before. Still, the lit bulb showed no light. Deku’s eyes squinted into the dark abyss, then he paled, shaking Katsuki’s arm and pointing. 

“There’s someone in the doorway.”

“What? No there's not.” Katsuki argued. 

“Yes, there is! Look!” Katsuki squinted his eyes too; he leaned forward and even zoomed in the screen before he pushed back. 

“Holy shit there is. What the fuck.” He zoomed in a tad more. “See there? It's the outline of a person. There are even eyes if you get close enough.” He inched the character forward and angled the P.O.V up. In the black background were two small, barely-there white dots of someone’s eyes stared back. 

“He's a tall dude,” Katsuki commented idly. “He’s got some reach.”

“I don't like this.” Deku curled in tighter on himself until he was a large rice ball.

“Clearly not the guy who’s missing.”

“That’s all you have to say about it?” But Katsuki didn't respond; instead, he walked forward, closed the door, and turned his attention to the door on his right. 

“I'm just gonna say, this atmosphere is amazing.” Katsuki praised. There was a set of two light switches between the two door frames, so Katsuki flicked the switch on the left and the doorway in front of him lit up without a problem. 

It was a bathroom. Filthy, but a bathroom. It only had a bathtub where a cockroach lay dead next to one of the nozzles. 

“Cozy.” Izuku said. 

“This is a fucked up layout. Do you think the toilet’s in the other room?”

“So you go to the bathroom in one room and wash your hands in another?”

“Imagine all the germs you’re spreading along the way.”

“Completely unsanitary.”

“Completely.” Katsuki moved the character  over to flip the other light switch up; when he did, the bulb shattered and Deku let out a small yelp up surprise. 

“Seriously?” Katsuki began, laughing. “That scared you?”

“Shut up!” Deku shouted, though his voice cracked so he didn’t sound very threatening.

“You sound like you’re going through puberty all over again.”

“You’re being unnecessarily mean.” Deku said, but it was easy to see the smile fighting to stretch over his face. Katsuki shook his head and turned the POV toward the door at the other end of the hallway. When he tried to click it open, it remained firmly shut, the handle barely wobbling up and down. 

“I wonder if it needs a key,” Deku muttered. “There might be one in the room with the double doors.” The character moved away from the locked door; Katsuki moved out of the little hallway. 

Then the lights went out.

“Oh, jear desus it starts now.” Deku slid down in his seat as if he was hoping to melt into the material. 

“Relax,” Katsuki snorted. “It’s not a big deal.” He quickly cleared his throat before making his way over to the main door, which was still open, and flipping up the light switches.  

“Why is that your first reaction?” Deku’s tone was accusatory. 

“Because it’s a horror game. I’m still betting on ghosts.” When the lights didn’t turn back on, Katsuki went into that little nook to open the breaker box. The bright red switches were down again. 

“Who did that?” Deku whispered. 

“Grandpa’s ghost, obviously.” Katsuki brazenly clicked on the two switches until they were back to their desired state. Once that was done, he turned the lights back on in the kitchen and hallway. When he turned around, there was on one there. 

“That would’ve been the perfect opportunity for a jumpscare.” Katsuki said. “I’m disappointed.”

“Don’t say stuff like that.” Deku hissed.

“It’s a game, Deku. It can’t hear me.” Katsuki tried the handle on a door between the kitchen and the main door. Also locked. 

“Can you open the kitchen cabinets?” 

“How should I know?” But he went to try anyway. Walking into the kitchen, Katsuki clicked on all the cabinet doors in a row. Nothing happened. 

“I don’t trust that sausage.” Deku said. 

“That’s a rude thing to say about a sausage.” In the bigger hallway, the double doors were now open. 

“Why!” Deku shouted. “Why is that open?” 

“Grandpoppy’s just playing some pranks, Deku. No need to get your panties in a twist.”

In the tiny hallway, the door that had previously been locked was now wide open. Unlike all the other rooms, you could actually see into this with the light from outside. There was a dark wooden desk with papers and a glowing guy scattered over the top. After grabbing the key, Katsuki turned around to see an empty light switch cover. Katsuki still clicked on it. 

Missing part 

“So we need to find a switch.” Deku confirmed. “And we have a key. Maybe we should try that door next to the—kitchen...” He then fell silent. Katsuki stopped to stare at Deku in confusion. 

“What?”

“Shh!” Deku held up a finger to silence him. “There’s really heavy breathing coming from that room.”

“For real? Well—that’s not really surprising; we already know that someone’s in there.”

“I know! It’s still creepy.” 

Katsuki shook his head with a grim expression. He passed the double doors, only to heave a sigh of annoyance and step inside. 

“Is there a light switch in here? It’s dark as shit.” Sure enough, there was a switch on the inside next to the right door. Katsuki pressed it; the light stuttered on. The design was more than a little strange. There was a buffalo futon couch pressed against the wall with a heavy looking floral print rug hung up on the wall. Next to the futon was a leather couch and on the other side of the room was an entertainment center with a small tv tucked into the center space. Junk littered the smaller shelves and probably the drawers too. There was even a set of Russain Nesting Dolls laying topside. 

TV not working. 

Katsuki walked out of the living room area to continue his trek over to the slim door next to the kitchen. The key fit inside, just as Deku had suggested. It was a little supply closet with more peeling wallpaper and a wooden box nailed to the wall. There was a keyhole and a knob handle on the front. 

“Cozy.” Deku said again. There was a shield on the left with a light switch and a cover and something else that was either covered in rust or blood. Something clicked behind them. Another light switch. 

Closed . Flashed across the bottom when Katsuki’s mouse passed over the wooden box. Looking out at the rest of the apartment from inside the supply closet was somehow even more unnerving by the look on Deku’s face. 

“Why don’t we just close the door and never come out?” He asked, sounding rhetorical. 

“Huh, I guess you’re right.” Katsuki said nonchalantly. “It is high school.” He clicked on the light switch and a magnified image of it popped up on the screen. 

“There we go.” Katsuki said, more to himself, then looked around the supply closet some more. “So we need a bigger key for this box right here, but I don’t know where we could find one.” Turning the POV, Katsuki went to leave the closet when something could be heard in their headphones. It sounded like peeling, or rubbing. The sound moved too, ever so slightly. 

“This sucks. This sucks all the balls.” Deku said. He had a white knuckle grip on the armrest of his chair. Katsuki left the supply closet, seemingly unperturbed. The living room light was flickering on and off. In the smaller hallway, the door that Katsuki had previously closed, the one with the tall person inside, was now wide open. The heavy breathing was still there. 

“Does he need to stand there and watch us though?” Deku asked. 

“He’s just hangin’ out. He ain’t hurtin’ nobody.”

“He’s hurting my heart and he needs to leave.” But of course, it wouldn’t be that simple.

With the new light switch acquired, Katsuki was able to fit it in the hole of the cover and turn the light on. Because game physics. Katsuki turned the character around and they both jumped back as the screen burst into different shades of red and a plastic face took over a majority of the monitor accompanied with a sharp beat of low music to add to the effect. 

“Mother fucker!” Katsuki shouted. Deku just placed his hands over his eyes so he wouldn’t have to look. The culprit of the jump scare was plain to see now. A little doll placed in a sitting position on a bed with brown hair that looked like a mop had been stapled to its head. The doll wore a green and blue plaid shirt with puffy sleeves and a pair of overalls. 

Just past the door, on the same wall as the Doll from Hell, was a mirror that reflected the image of Katsuki’s character back at them. He had a buzz cut with wide shoulders tucked into an army coat. He looked very Russian. Below the mirror, on a wooden chair, was a cardboard box that read ALBUMS in sharpie. 

There was a small wooden nightstand next to the desk with a drawer on top and a little door held shut with a padlock. Katsuki clicked on the padlock and they were drawn into the slowest zoom possible as the padlock lifted upwards. It was the type of padlock where you had to scroll the numbers, letters, or etc. to get the right combination. Two of the little rollers were missing. They were color coded too, going red, green, blue, and yellow left to right. 

“I’m gonna go out on a limb and say we need two find the other little thingies to stick in the lock and get the combination.”

“I think you might be right.” Katsuki said in a studious accent before falling back into his usual rough timbre. “But ‘little thingies’? Really?”

“Shut up! You don’t know what they’re called either.” Katsuki exited out of the view, much faster this time, and continued looking around the room for any types of clues that would help them. There wasn’t really much. A mug, a picture, a newspaper, what looked like a passport, and a radio all placed carefully on top of the desk. There wasn’t the layer of dust that was expected of something that had been sitting somewhere for a long time. 

Not seeing anything worthwhile, Katsuki went back to the cardboard box labeled ALBUMS and clicked it open. Inside it was empty, save for two dead bugs and more writing. This time it was GET OUT written in red. 

“Sounds like a plan.” Deku said with fake cheerfulness. “Shall we go then?” 

Back in the hallway, the light was flickering, which didn’t feel like a good sign. Katsuki walked the character past the living room when all the lights went off. He turned around to see that a red glow was now reflecting off the white double doors. 

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Katsuki muttered under his breath. The kitchen light was still on and the door locked when he walked into the little nook and clicked repeatedly on the knob. Without speaking, he turned the hallway light back on and made his way to what was making the red light in the living room. It was the TV. Images were flashing over the screen, too fast to tell what they were. As Katsuki got closer, the sound of static grew louder until the screen changed. It was a familiar sight, a doorway and flooring. The carpeting matched the apartment’s.

“Oh, it’s a torso.” Deku moaned. “That is a mangled torso and arms.” Ignoring him, Katsuki exited the living room to look out at the hallway. Sure enough, it was the door with the person standing inside. There was a black rectangle halfway over the threshold.

“I think we have to grab it.” Katsuki said. 

“This game is awful.” Deku said in reply. Katsuki chuckled and then walked closer to the doorway. He clicked on the black rectangle and the image of a black book with a bloody hand over the front took the main focus while everything else was blurred out. When the book slipped open, there were pictures that were mostly black except for one, but it was hard to tell hat the picture was. 

Objective: get out

“I like that objective. Let’s go!” Deku said hurriedly. Katsuki raced the character over to the door as the lights went out and the wood swung closed with a finalizing click . They were stuck. 

“No!” Deku cried out. It was impossible to see now except for the two light switches. There  was a little sliver of light coming from the supply closet, but nothing else. Katsuki tried the light switches and they turned on, again, without a problem. When he turned around, the tall figure of a man was stepping back into the room from which he came. 

“Shit!” Katsuki cursed while Deku shouted, “NOT TODAY, SATAN!!” Voice cracks included. The door was open now, but it didn’t show the tiny nook from before. It was hard to tell in the low light, but it looked… fleshy. 

“How long do you think it would take to put all that in the door? Like in real time.” Katsuki asked. “Do you think all this shit is filling the entirety of the nook?”

“Kacchan, stop.” Deku moaned into his hands. Katsuki just shrugged and moved on. He turned the character’s back on the door just in time for it to slam shut and for a phone to ring somewhere in another room. Deku jumped at the sudden noise. Then all the lights except for the bathroom light went out. 

“Nothing’s happening and that’s the worst part.” Deku said. 

“Shit's happening.” Katsuki argued. 

“Barely! The lights are turning on and off and now there’s skin in the doorway. There’s been two jumpscares so far, three if you count the telephone. The game’s just amping up my stress and heart rate until I die of a heart attack! Is that what you want, Kacchan? For me to die of a heart attack.”

“Right now? Kinda.” Ignoring the pout of Deku’s face, Katsuki turned around to turn the lights back on. The phone was still ringing and the ominous music was growing, but there was a new sound amidst the noise. A type of moaning sound. Like the teachers from Charlie Brown in slow motion. Katsuki flicked on the hallway light and turned around like he was expecting the man in the room to step out again. He walked towards the hallway, the light flickering. The door had changed. It looked old and rotted, pale. Blood covered the top of the door and dripped down and smeared. It was the same door from the main menu of the game. 

“Ooh noo~” 

“Relax.” Then he frowned. “I’m not really sure what to do I—” he was cut off by more doors creaking open. 

Shift to run.

“I don’t like that they’re just now telling us that.” Deku said. 

“Shit’s definitely about to go down.” As if on cue, crunching noises started coming from the bloody door. Slurping, chewing, ripping. Like a predator tearing into its prey. “There’s nowhere to go,” Katsuki started, “I’m assuming we have to open the door.”

“You know what they say about assumptions, Kacchan.” Deku said. “You make an ass out of you and me.”

“You’re being a baby, Deku. There’s literally nothing else we can do. And watch your language.”

“Curiosity killed the cat.”

“But satisfaction brought it back to life. I know the quote, Deku; quit being a sissy.” Katsuki walked his character closer to the rotting wood. The door was slightly ajar, just enough to be able to peak inside. 

Through the crack in the door, the room was illuminated into a dark red color, scarred with empty black shadows. All that could be seen was the beaten back and shadow of a man hunched over his meal. Katsuki frowned and pressed a few keys on the keyboard. 

“I can’t move. We’re locked in I guess.”

“Oh no!” Deku moaned into his hands. The white of the door and the faded yellow wallpaper turned red as the eldritch music began to swell. 

Slowly, the man lifted his head. As he turned his neck, the door creaked to a gentle close. The moment the latch clicked into place, everything went silent. The music came to an abrupt halt the way it did when there was about to be a jumpscare. 

“Back to the bedroom.” Deku said. 

“Agreed.” The POV spun around and Katsuki’s character sprinted back to where the doll resided. The light had to be turned on again (of course). The only problem now (to add to the list of ever growing problems) was that the light went out immediately after. Then it was turned back on, then off, then on again. It continued to flicker while Katsuki’s character stood in the middle of the room dumbly. 

“What do we do?” Deku looked like he was on the verge of a panic attack. 

“I don’t know.” The light switch flipped up and down noisily. “You wanna try clicking on the switch.”

“ You can try.” 

“Fair enough.” Katsuki clicked on the switch—everything went dark and quiet.

“Was that wrong?” Deku asked. 

“I just turned the light off. I gotta turn it back on.” He clicked the switch again. The light turned on with no flickering. There were some weird static sounds coming from the radio, but those didn’t last very long. 

“So…” Katsuki shrugged like he didn’t know what to do.

“The game’s saving at least.” Deku said. 

“Oh… that’s not good.” Katsuki said simply. Deku looked at him with a foggy expression. 

“What? Why?” 

Katsuki looked at the camera ‘Jim Halpert’ style. Poor Innocent Deku was typed in bold letters across the screen. 

“In horror games, saving means we’re fucked”

“Oh.” Deku said weakly, slumping down further in his seat. The POV turned around so they could look out into the hallway. The bloodied door was opened to reveal more of that eternal darkness. 

“There it is.” Katsuki said. A large bear claw of a hand had slipped into view. It was there for just a second before it rose up to the light bulb. For one brief moment, the hand could be seen closing around the bulb before the glass shattered and the hallway was plunged into darkness. Heavy footsteps could be heard along with the barely visible silhouette of a towering man. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Katsuki asked. Powerful banging echoed through the apartment; Deku jumped at the first thud. 

“So what do we do?”

“Well I don’t think there’s anything else we can do.” Katsuki said. “There’s nothing in here for us.” He walked out of the bedroom slowly to peek around the corner. The living room light was on and Deku sighed in relief. 

“At least that one’s—”  

The light went out with another shatter. 

“Nevermind.” Katsuki muttered as he backed into the bedroom. 

“This room is actually pretty nice now that I’m used to it.” Deku said with obviously fake cheer. “Why don’t we just stay here?” 

“Honestly, I don’t see a problem with that.” Katsuki agreed. After a brief moment of looking around and appearing to not find anything, they both sighed. 

“We have to leave the room don’t we?” Deku asked. 

“Yep.” Katsuki answered with his head down. He brought the character in the hallway. To accompany the banging was something that sounded like a mix between a siren and an out-of-tune orchestra. The kitchen light was on. 

“That’s the only light that hasn’t been broken yet,” Katsuki said, “so I’m thinking that whatever we have to do is in there.”

“Do you think we can just… jump out the window?” Deku asked.

“We’re on the sixth floor, Deku.” 

“Desperate times call for desperate measures.”

“I think it would’ve been an option already if we could.” Katsuki walked past the now darkened living room to the kitchen. “I’m just gonna click shit until something happens.” The POV turned and shifted until the oven door felt open. Two little balls glowed faintly next to a crockpot. When they came into closer view, it was clear to see that they were actually decahedrons with glyphs painting into each little square. 

“Oh! That’s for the padlock on the nightstand!” Deku shouted. Katsuki squints then relaxes his eyes. “Oh yeah, totally forgot about that.” 

“There’s also body parts in the crockpot.” Katsuki zoomed in on the inside of the oven. In the pot were ears, fingers, and other fleshy pieces that couldn’t be identified. 

“Human casserole.” Katsuki said. He left the kitchen and began making his way back to the bedroom. Glass shatters and the bathroom light begins flickering. 

“Can you fuck off ?” Katsuki shouted angrily. In the bedroom, they go through the slow close up of the padlock again to put the decahedrons in the right place. 

“So we need to find the symbols in the colors along the padlock?” Deku asked, sounding like he was mostly talking to himself. 

“Seems that way.” Katsuki answered. “We need to find symbols in red, green, blue, and yellow. Katsuki exited the close up and looked around the room, the light overhead kept flickering. 

“I don’t see anything.” Katsuki murmured. The doll was still seated on the bed, but there was something off about it. The character moved from side-to-side--the doll’s eyes followed. 

“That didn’t happen before, right?”

“No.” Deku answered quickly. “No it did not.”

“Fucking. Awesome.” They looked around the room a little bit longer until Katsuki groaned defeatedly. “There’s nothing in here.” 

“The creepy doll’s here.” Deku supplied… unhelpfully. 

“Do you wanna be friends with the creepy doll, Deku?” Deku was silent for a few seconds. 

“No.”

“That’s what I thought.”

You can hide under the bed

“Why would you say that?!” Deku cried. 

“So we have to hide under the bed?”

“Yes! Hide under the bed!” 

“You’re such a fucking coward.” But Katsuki slides under the box spring anyway. Once under the bed, a few more footsteps fill the speakers. 

“Was that us?” Katsuki asked.

“I don’t know.” Deku whimpered. Katsuki moves the POV to the right. There’s a green symbol painted onto the wall. 

“There’s one of the symbols.” Katsuki gestured loosely to the glyph. 

“I’m gonna go grab some pen and paper.” Deku rose up from his seat. Katsuki stayed under the bed. 

“I wonder if it’s one of those things where you can’t get a symbol until you put in the previous one and that’s why we couldn’t find the others.” Katsuki said. He moved the POV around a little more. “I don’t want to progress the game while Deku’s not he—” he froze when the doll’s face appeared upside down from the top of the bed. 

“Fuck off with that. Fuck off!” The doll rose up faster than it had shown its face. “I fuckin’ hate dolls.” Katsuki growled. “Doll can eat shit and die.”

“I’m back.” Deku collapsed down into his seat again, a notepad gripped in his hands with a pen tucked into the spiral. 

“The doll looked under the bed.”

“No it didn’t.” Deku laughed, sounding doubtful. Katsuki’s face remained stoic and Deku’s smile quickly fell. “Are you serious?”

Katsuki nodded. 

“No. Why ?”

“Why the fuck would I know that? Just draw the symbol so I can get out from under the bed. This is so much worse than being out in the open.”

“That doesn’t make sense but sure.” Deku’s pen scratched onto the paper, mouth pursed into a thin line in his concentration. “It looks like a sad stuffed bunny.” Deku said it like he was trying to lighten the ever growing tension from the game. Katsuki didn’t respond above a grunt. The door whined pitifully and then slammed shut. 

“See?!” Katsuki suddenly yelled accusingly, causing Deku to jump in his seat. “I bet the longer we stay under the bed, the more shit’s gonna happen.”

“Then leave the bed; I’m all finished.” For the first time since the game started, Deku didn’t look or sound scared. 

“Thank fuck.” Katsuki rose up from the floor looking relieved. Then the light went out… again. “I want the lights on!” He shouted. “I’m not paying for this shit!” He turned the light back on and they both jumped when he turned to the right. There was a very disheveled looking person standing in the reflection of the mirror. It looked like a twisted version of Katsuki’s character. He was shadowed out in shades of black, head drooped to the side as if he’d given up on life. 

“Kinda looks like this place is draining the life out of us.” Katsuki said absently. Behind their character was another symbol, a blue one. It looked like an M with lines cutting through the bottoms. Deku’s pen scratched against the paper.

“It seems that all the glyphs for the padlock are in this room.” Deku said when he was done, lowering the notepad onto his lap. “That’s reassuring; we don’t have to leave just yet.” As soon as the words left his mouth—as if on cue—the light gave out and the whole room turned red. 

“You were saying?” Katsuki teased. 

“You know what? This is still better.” Katsuki scoffed with the roll of his eyes. Once more, like Deku was speaking magic words, the light righted itself and continued to flicker as if nothing had ever happened. 

“What the fuck?” Katsuki huffed. He clicked the mouse noisily around the room. He clicked on the bed accidentally and wound up under the mattress and box spring again. “That’s not what I wanted. Fucking—get up!” Once he was standing again, he went back to clicking random objects around the room. With each second that passed, he seemed to grow increasingly annoyed. Then he clicked the top drawer of the nightstand and it slid open. 

“You fucking kidding me?” He groaned. There was a pale yellow symbol that glowed like the number nine, except the tail came back around to connect with the main circle.  In the drawer was also what seemed to be a badge with a star in the middle and a box of who-knows-what. Deku quickly scribbled the symbol onto his notepad. 

“One more!” He declared optimistically. Katsuki stayed silent. They searched the room, scanned the ceiling. Nothing. 

“We might have to turn the lights off.” Katsuki said at last. 

“How about we don’t do that?” Deku countered. 

“If the symbols are glowing, they might be easier to see while it’s dark.” Deku groaned and flopped back in his seat. 

“Fine.” He said begrudgingly. Katsuki snorted and clicked the lightswitch—the room fell into more darkness. It was hard to tell where the POV was turning, but all of a sudden there was a big red triangle in the center of the screen. 

“Bullshit!” Katsuki shouted, clearly miffed. He shot up from his seat and marched away only to turn and pointed at the monitor with his whole hand, squatting a little. “We looked there like five fucking times!”

“Let’s just be glad that we finally found it.” Deku said, ever the compromiser, while he scribbled over the notepad. Katsuki looked back and forth between the screen and Deku’s notepad—Deku tilting the pad for easier access—until the padlock fell away and an old fashioned flashlight took up the majority of the screen. A baby blue rectangle with a boxed handle and a wide circular light. 

F - turn on the flashlight

The lights went out and the light moved around the room jerkily. 

“No!”

“Fuck off with that bullshit!” They yelled in unison. 

“Why?”

“Explain, fuckers.”

“Why was this needed?”

“Completely uncalled for.” As the flashlight flicked from spot to spot, it settled over the doll for a second before Katsuki jerked it back over when it moved away. The whites of the dolls eyes had changed into something duller and more grey, little red veins spider webbing around the corners. The eyes looked hyper realistic under the concentrated light. 

“Creepy little fucker.” Katsuku muttered. “Pretty sure we’re done in this room.”

“Are you sure?”

“Deku…”

“Because you never know. There could be something in here that we still need.”

“Deku, we can’t stay here anymore.”

“I don’t see why not.”

“We’re moving on.” Despite Deku’s protest, Katsuki opened the door.

The rest of the apartment was even more unwelcoming than before. 

“On the bright side,” Katsuki said, “now we can see if the toilet’s in this room.” He turned to the right where the lightbulb had blown out when he first tried to turn it on. Instantly, they both went wide-eyed. A clearly dead man wearing a stained white shirt, red shorts, and a single red shoe. 

“Oooooo~” Katsuki winced. “Found ‘im.’ It was a perfect match in description of the man on the missing persons posters on all the different floors at the beginning of the game. 

“Those poor shoes.” Deku lamented. 

“Shoe.” Katsuki corrected, pointing the light down. “He’s only wearing one shoe.”

“Oh yeah.”

“Are those Vans?” Katsuki squinted.

“Looks like it.” Suddenly he tensed. Katsuki’s brows knit together into a simber expression. 

“Now it’s personal.” 

Deku looked at the camera and whispered. “Kacchan loves Vans.” The words popped up in the bottom left corner of the screen before falling away.

“It’s funny that you’re more worried about his shoes than the fact that half of his face looks like it was torn off when you said he deserved to go missing. 

“I said he deserved to go missing if his shoes were anything like yours; we didn’t know they were Vans. Also, I repeat, he’s only got one fucking shoe—that makes the whole thing ten times worse.” He stopped to take a breath, then asked. “Did you mean funny as in ‘funny ha-ha’ or ‘funny uh-oh’?”

“‘Funny uh-oh’.”

“That makes more sense.”

“I’d hope so.” Katsuki ignored him in favor of looking around the apartment a little more. Or at least he was going to. When he tried to hook a left into the other hallway, a door to the right creaked open.

It was the Bloody Door.

“This shit again.” Katsuki growled. Even with the flashlight shining directly through the crack, it was still hard to see—so Katsuki kept pushing his character forward. Then he stopped and looked down to the right. 

The other red shoe was tucked in the corner next to the door. 

“We found it!” Katsuki yelled. He threw his arms up in the air. “Eat your heart out, Cinderella.” Deku snorted and broke out into laughs. 

“Wh- what ?” 

“Moving on.” The old hinges protested loudly when the door opened all the way. Inside was the complete opposite of what was expected. 

“Huh,” Katsuki made a noise of surprise. “I thought there’d be more blood.”

The room was basically just a cement brick. There was only a broken rope stuck from the ceiling and a chair positioned right under it. 

“Uuuuuuuuuhhh…” they both trailed off. Deku cleared his throat.

“So the rope’s broken, right? Did he try to kill himself  and fail?” Katsuki asked. 

“You think it was the big guy?”

“Well it wasn’t the One-Shoed-Wonder and there aren’t enough characters for it to be anyone else.”

“I find it hard to believe this ceiling is high enough for him to need a chair.”

“Maybe he’s so tall that he needed the chair for extra leverage.”

“Do you think he tried to use the chair to jump?”

“That’d be my guess. He probably had too much momentum with his mass and snapped the rope.” Katsuki walked around the chair. The flashlight was so pin-pointed that it was actually hard to see. On the wall by the door, a lowercase f was scrawled in red. Most likely blood. 

“ F for finished?” Deku asked. Katsuki shrugged.

“This is the end of the game.” He joked. “Okay, see ya, losers—oh wait.” He stared at Deku as he turned the flashlight off and then on again. 

hear? Was written on the wall behind the chair. 

“Dumbass.” Katsuki muttered. 

“Hey! I don’t know everything.” Deku threw his hands in the air in exaggeration. 

“Then what’s the point of being a nerd?” Katsuki continued to tease.

“Just keep playing the dumb game.”

“Woah! You kiss your mother with that mouth?” Deku rolled his eyes but said nothing. Katsuki turned the flashlight off then on again. 

I buried him in concrete

“This concrete?” Deku asked. 

“That’s not morbid at all.” Katsuki said sarcastically. Nervously.

you do not hear?

“I’m not hearing shit.”

Flashlight off. Flashlight on. 

VOICE

In total darkness

Flashlight off. Flashlight on. 

go to the voice

There was a rhythmic pulsating. A heartbeat that was pumping faster and faster along with the music that waxed and waned. 

The Bloody Door had closed in their exploration of the room, but it was cracked open a little now, a clear sign that it was time to move on to the next thing. 

“I don’t see why we can’t play another game.” Deku said. “ Human Fall Flat was fun, remember? Let’s play that game.”

Katsuki didn’t answer in regards to playing another game. He did, however, set the keyboard down in Deku’s lap and give his arm a little pat. 

“Have fun.”

“ What ?!”

“It’s time to face your fear, Deku. No need to be scared.”

“You just don’t want to play anymore.”

“I’m offended that you think so low of me.”

“I’m offended that you put this keyboard in my lap, yet here we are.”

“Don’t you trust me?”

“Not right now I don’t.”

“Okay, that was rude you little asshole. How about this, ten minutes. If you really hate it, then we’ll switch back.”

“You’d better set a timer then.”

“Unbelievable.” They both rolled their eyes. Deku walked out of the cement block room. The only sound in the whole apartment was the steady drip drip drop of water falling from the faucet in the bathroom. 

The door to leave was open but still covered in what looked like brain matter. 

There was a note taped to the door. 

He doesn’t like light.

“Well it’s a good thing we have this shitty little flashlight then, huh?” Deku didn’t answer. He was too busy looking like he was trying to hold back scared tears.

“Has it been ten minutes yet, Kacchan?”

“No, it’s been eighteen seconds.” Katsuki said sympathetically. Deli turned toward the kitchen to behind walking until something fell in front of them and he back pedaled. More dripped down, red and obviously blood. Deku angled the POV up—there was a cupboard with a large patch of blood soaked through the wood. 

Closed

“This is the movie Seven all over again.” Katsuki said. “There’s gonna be a head in the box.”

“I hated that movie.” Deku grumbled. The character walked around for a while, the video drifting to another area to show that time had passed. Deku was looking in the supply closet and then exited to turn around. Then he stopped. 

In the other hallway, right in the archway, was a person leaning out like a small child. A small child with broad shoulders that was actually really tall. 

“Nope.” Deku said firmly. “No. No thanks. Sorry, we’re closed. Not open.”

“Do you think he plays basketball?”

“Not sure, lemme ask.” Deku answered sarcastically. He didn’t move. He just kept staring as if he was hoping Tall Man would somehow vanish all on his own. He didn’t. 

“You should do something.” Katsuki said. 

“Like what? Walk forward? Don’t be ridiculous, Kacchan.” Deku snorted. Katsuki just stared expectantly. Deku grumbled under his breath. “Fine.” He walked the character forward. Tall Man slid to the right when Deku got too close. To the right. 

Into the bedroom. 

“Guess he really doesn’t like the light.” Deku said, almost sounding surprised. 

“Oh yeah? How’d you guess?” Katsuki asked. Deku shoved by the shoulder. Katsuki just flipped him the middle finger. 

Deku kept toward the bedroom, albeit looking nervous. Tall Man was gone when Deku turned into the doorway. The doll was still grinning ear to ear. The only thing that was different was the reflection… again. The character’s face looked almost exactly like the dead man’s face on the toilet. Clawed and torn and bloodied to all hell. 

“We ain’t lookin’ so hot.” Katsuki said. Deku nodded and made a noise of agreement. The wind was howling through the window. Had it been open the whole time?

The more Deku looked around, the more annoyed he seemed to become that there was nothing of importance to be found. They discovered that the bathtub and sink were filled almost to the brims with blood, but other than finding out that the mirror was shattered, that was it. 

Katsuki whistled. “That’s a lot of bad luck right there.”

“Yeah, because we’ve been having so much good luck.”

“No need to be sassy.” 

Deku rolled his eyes. He turned around to leave the bathroom when his flashlight promptly turned off. Something akin to growling filled the void of silence. 

“On please!” Deku’s voice cracked as he turned the flashlight back on. 

“In the room it said go to the voice and in total darkness . Turn the flashlight off so we can listen.”

“I hate everything you just said.” Deku sounded winded. He turned the light off anyway. More of that weird growling. It sounded like strange talking the more it played. Like if someone took the Charlie Brown teachers and lowered their voices fifteen octaves.

Deku turned the light on again and all the noise went again—Deku looked around. 

“I’m not seeing anything.” He said, then turned the light off once more. The sound changed. This time it was like the teacher’s voice had been slowed down to a crawl, slow and eerie—Deku physically reacted with a shiver. The weird growling accompanied the voices. 

“Fuck this game.” Katsuki growled. Deku turned the light on; both noises stopped. 

“We have to go to the voice but I don’t know where the voice is, and now there’s two voices. Is there one we’re supposed to pick from? I’m not sure what to do…” while Deku was rambling, the screen switched to Katsuki leaning back with the color fading to gray as Deku’s voice was lost in powerful ringing. 

Katsuki looked like he was having a heart attack. 

“Are you done?” He asked, the screen righting itself. 

Deku nodded. “Yup.” 

The locked cupboard was still closed . The box on the wall in the supply room was closed . Deku turned off the light only to earn more weird growling/talking noises. 

“We haven’t searched the living room in a while.” Katsuki reminded him. Deku’s face opened up in realization. 

“Oh yeah! I completely forgot about that room.” He made his way over to the double doors with the windows shattered. The wall underneath the ornate rug hanging on the wall was stained red. 

This room stinks like a corpse

Katsuki thrust his hands up in victory. “Boom!” Deku clicked on the rug and it was pulled aside. There was a hole in the wall where a skull with one eye stared at them blankly. It was gray and covered in blood. On the wall, under the hole, was a paper covered in drawings. 

“Finger plus eyeball plus teeth equals key?” Deku sounded uncertain. 

“That’s what it looks like; where are we gonna find all that shit though?”

“We’re just gonna have to look for it.” Deku pointed the light all over the living room but ultimately came up empty. 

“The voice we were hearing probably came from the head in the wall.” Deku suddenly looked offended.

“Why would you tell me that?!” Katsuki shrugged. Leaving the room, Deku hooked a left for the kitchen. “Now that I think about it, I’m pretty sure there was a finger in the crockpot in the oven when we grabbed the missing pieces to the padlock . In the kitchen, Deku clicked on the oven door, which creaked open loudly—sure enough, was a finger lying next to an ear.

“Score!” Deku grinned. 

“Now we just gotta find the eye and the teeth.” Katsuki said. “Maybe Toilet Guy would be willing to share.”

“It’s possible. The doll also had some human looking eyes when the lights went out. That’s just my guess though.”

“I’m willing to bet on that.” The flashlight guided their path to the smaller hallway. The bedroom door was closed now. Large chains looped over the wood and stuck to the floor. 

“Okay, it’s either not the doll and we’re stupid as shit, or it’s defnitely the doll and the game wants us to work for it to keep building tension.”

“Toilet Guy might have an eyeball.” Deku said hopefully; his continuous unease didn’t go unnoticed. He shined the light on Toilet Guy’s bloodied face and clicked on it. Toilet Guy came forward with empty eye sockets and a mouth full of rotted teeth speckled with blood. Deku’s face and shoulders bunched together in disgust. 

“Oh, it’s gross! I hate that. I hate it so much.” The screen flickered and turned red, briefly showing a pair of pliers sitting on a wooden shelf next to a photograph. 

“We need pliers.” Katsuki said. Deku’s eyes were still shut tight. “I think they’re on the entertainment center.”

“Cool. Great. Awesome. Best thing ever.”

“You can look now, Deku.” Deku’s eyes cracked open before he jerked his chin up. The screen still had Toilet Guy’s dead open mouthed gape on full display. 

“Ah! Why would you say that? Frick off!” Katsuki was too busy laughing to tease Deku for saying ‘frick' like he normally would. 

“Pliers are in the living room?” Deku asked. Katsuki nodded, still cackling lightly. 

“Y-yeah.”

“Why do I put up with you?” Deku asked, hopefully rhetorically. 

“Because who else would keep you from starving?” Deku stayed silent; Katsuki’s eyebrow twitched. “Don’t you dare.”

“I wasn’t gonna say anything.” Deku said, raising his hands innocently. He grabbed the pliers off the shelf. Katsuki glared at him, daring him to say the forbidden name . “I just think that Todoroki–”

“Fuck me!!” Katsuki jolted out of his seat and marched away.

“I was kidding!” Deku cried after him. “Kacchan!” He was smiling too much to come off as sincere. “Come back! I can’t play this game alone.”

“Yes you can!” Came a distant reply.

“I don’t want to play this game alone.” He corrected himself. 

Katsuki came back into view, his grumpy face a sharp contrast to Deku’s wide smile.

“I wuv you~” Deku leaned over to peck Katsuki on the cheek. Katsuki just waved him off, face pink.

“Just keep playing, dumbass.” 

Back in the toilet room, the screen zoomed in on Toilet Guy’s face—the pliers dug into his mouth. Five blackened and bloody teeth came into view to show that Deku had them. 

“I feel kinda bad.” He said. “For taking his teeth, I mean.”

“Not like he’s using them.” Katsuki reasoned. He seemed a lot less grumpy than before. 

“You don’t know that. Maybe he’ll get up and start gumming at us and we weren’t prepared because you didn’t think it would happen!” Deku’s chest was heaving like he’d just run a marathon. Katsuki stared at him blankly for a few seconds.

“Are you feeling okay, Deku?”

“No!” He whipped his body around to face Katsuki when he answered, then back over to the monitor. “Where’s the eyeball?” He turned around, then paused and stared at the wall. “There was a picture here.’ He said. “There was a picture of a creepy grandma and Satan’s child and now it’s gone.”

“I don’t think we should be focusing on a picture, Deku.”

“But it’s creepy .”

“The room across the hall is creepy; let’s go in there.”

“I’m okay.”

“We found hints in there. There might be something else.”

“I’d rather go without.”

“…Do you want me to take over?”

“Yes please.”

“Okay, hand it over.” Deku passed the keyboard over to Katsuki who looked only mildly annoyed at Deku’s relieved expression. “You made it five minutes.” He said disapprovingly.

“Stop it.” Deku whined. Katsuki was walking into the cement block room scanning the walls. He kept walking and walking, both of their faces growing more confused. 

“It’s so fucking dark.” Katsuki murmured. Still, he kept walking until he came upon the chair that had been in the middle of the room when it was much smaller. There was a key placed on the seat.

“Cabinet key!” Deku cheered.

“And you didn’t want to go in.”

“And I didn’t; you did.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes. “Whatever, let’s just go.” As soon as he grabbed the key, the room resumed its original state with the words stamped all over the concrete. 

“This whole game is the worst acid trip ever.” Katsuki announced. “The guy who made this game was off his ass .” He was quickly making his way over to the cabinet. 

“There!” Deku cried abruptly. He was pointing at something on the screen. Katsuki looked alarmed. 

“What?”

“On the door! The creepy grandma and Satan’s baby.” Even without the flashlight shining on the picture hanging on the skin filling the doorway, the image was well-illuminated like it was a glow-in-the-dark photograph.

“Again with the fucking picture. I thought something had actually happened.”

“Kacchan, don’t be like that. It’s creepy enough. This game does a good job of doing small things to get you tense.”

“You’re just a big baby.”

“Mean.”

Katsuki pointed the POV up to the bleeding cabinet. When he clicked on it, nothing happened.

Closed

“The fuck? Where does the key go then?”

“There’s that locked box in the supply closet.” Deku suggested. “The key’s probably for that.”

“Oh yeah.” When he made it into the supply closet, the key fitting inside without a problem, the little door swung open to reveal a pair of red bolt cutters.

“Oh, I bet those are for the chains on the door.” Deku said.  

Katsuki hummed. He grabbed them and then a child started crying somewhere behind them. 

“I bet that’s Satan’s child crying because you neglected them.” Deku scolded. 

“It’s not Satan’s fucking child.” Katsuki said. He turned the character around and they both jumped, the flashlight shaking erratically. 

“ FUCK me in the ass with a ten-foot pole !!”

“That’s not Satan’s child! That’s not Satan’s child !” Looming through the doorway, just inches away from the screen, was a man with a shaved head and pale milky eyes. The skin around them was rotted and black, his mouth torn and bloody with his teeth far too long and far too pointed. He was tall. So tall that he had to duck under the door frame for them to be on the same level.

Deku made a wailing sound. “Why did you do this to us?” It was unclear if he was asking Katsuki or the creator of the game. “That’s straight up the devil. He’s Satan. His child’s crying because he’s the one doing the neglecting.” Deku was pointing blindly at something that was no longer there. 

“Deku, he’s gone.”

“I’m not doing this again. Last time, you said Toilet Guy’s face was gone and it wasn’t.”

“Deku, he’s gone.”

“Do you swear on your mom’s life that he’s not there anymore?”

“I don’t have to swear to shit. Just look.” Deku’s hands were now covering his eyes. He separated them slowly so he could see through the cracks and heaved a great sigh of dramatic relief when he saw that Tall Guy was, indeed, gone.

“This game sucks.”

“Yeah.” 

The baby, wherever it was, was still crying somewhere in the distance, though now it’d been reduced to labored breathing. There was a picture across from the supply room down of a young woman that was now red and twisted almost beyond recognition. 

The deeper Katsuki went into the apartment, the louder the crying got. And the closer he got, the more it began to change. It was getting deeper, no longer sounding like an innocent child being forced to cry alone. It sounded… wrong. 

Katsuki cut away the chains on the door, metal quietly clattering together until the white wood was bare again. 

“Tall Guy’s gonna be in there.” Katsuki said. “And I’m gonna throw this PC.”

“It’s been a good run.” Deku mourned. “It treated us well and it was expensive, but the time has come. We all knew this would happen eventually.”

Katsuki opened the door. The world outside the window was red and below the window sat the doll that had once been on the bed. The crying dropped down another half octave. 

“Oh okay, the doll was crying. That’s—… that’s just great.” Deku sounded wheezy. Katsuki walked up to the doll. About a foot away, an eyeball popped up on screen and all the crying stopped. 

“Eyeball!” Katsuki cried victoriously. “We can get a key now.”

“Yaaay! One more step to being done with this game.” Katsuki walked by the mirror and instantly backpedaled. In the reflection, the bottom left corner of the glass, the doll stared back at them. 

“That’s it.” Katsuki announced. “I’m never sleeping again. Hello, insomnia. This happened right after I finished playing Wrong Floor .”

“It was bad.” Deku explained. “I once woke up to him staring at our bedroom door like it was going to open at two in the morning. Scared the crap out of me.”

“That’s going to happen again.” Katsuki said. “There’s no way it isn’t. Mirrors are never going to be the same again.”

“You said that when you finished The Haunting of Bly Manor .”

“And they weren’t, but now it’s going to be worse. It’s still a good show. Not all that scary, but I highly recommend it.”

“Not sponsored.”

“I wish Mike Flanagan would sponsor this video. I don’t know how that would work, but it’d be awesome.” As Katsuki got closer to the mirror, it was revealed that there was a man on the floor. He was wearing all leather, a flashlight in one hand while an axe buried itself into his left cheek.

“Is that us?” Deku questioned. 

“I mean you’d have to assume so right? Do you think the doll killed us?”

“You’d have to assume so.”

“All right. Now to the wall skull.” He walked over to the living room where the head lay, waiting patiently. Above the head was a boot.

“How’d we miss that?”

“No fucking clue.” All the body parts that they had collected all came together. The finger nail was jammed into the iris and the teeth stuck into the round membrane. 

“Oooh,” they both said in unison. 

“Finger plus eye plus teeth equals key.”

“So much clearer now.”

“Very clever. Gross and icky, but clever.”

“You’re a fuckin’ weirdo.”

“No you.” 

The makeshift key entered the empty eye socket and gave a sharp twist. The jaw fell open, a paper folded neatly inside. There was a close up of the folded paper as it opened up. 

“ He’s stronger in the dark . We knew that. When you light up all the rooms, it will get weaker and you can get out. This is the key to the box under the ceiling .”

“So is he a ‘he’ or an ‘it’?”

“Are you seriously worried about misgendering the guy who’s trying to kill us right now?”

“Just because he’s a psychotic murderer doesn’t mean we need to be intolerant.”

“Un-fucking-believable.” 

A key popped up after the note, rusted and dirty.

“So did Tall Guy shove him in the wall? How’d he get there?”

“That’s a good question. Do you think that’s the grandpa? And how’d the note get in there?”

“Dunno, but I guess we shouldn’t look a gift shark in the mouth.”

“Yeah…” 

Now armed with the key to the cabinet under the ceiling, Katsuki and Deku were both visibly relieved as a cardboard box dropped to the ground until they saw what was inside. It was a box of candles. 

“You know, these candles would be absolutely amazing if we actually had a couple of matches or a fucking lighter.”

Nothing so set fire to the candle . 

“So we’re screwed is what I’m reading right now.”

“Majorly.”

The strange music was back. It sounded almost mechanical. Like being trapped in a factory with steaming machines and clanking metal.

“There might be a lighter now somewhere in the supply room?” Katsuki pondered, but he didn’t sound sure. He turned to the right, looking over shelves and in the cabinet where they had found the bolt cutters. 

“Not in there.” He muttered absently. He walked past the living room, seeming to make his way to the cement block room when three heavy knocks beat against the door. 

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Then the doorbell gave a loud buzz. Katsuki turned the character around to walk toward the door. He and Deku both jumped when the door was blown off its hinges. 

“Jesus!”

“ Gaah !”

The once soft yellow light was now red and menacing. 

“For the first time since we started this game, I don’t want to go through that door.” Katsuki nodded solemnly. 

“This whole time we wanted to leave, but now that the door’s gone it sucks.” 

The door to the stairwell opened and it was just as dark as the apartment. Metal bars blocked off the stairs and the door on the other end of the hallway was the exact same as the Bloody Door inside. The elevator was all flesh and metal, the doors sharped into points made to look like chomping teeth. 

Katsuki swallowed heavily. He got close to the New Bloody Door and was promptly locked into the action of slowly opening it without being able to see what’s on the other side. 

“Fuck me.” He whispered hoarsely. The other side of the door looked exactly like the hallway behind them. More bars and another Bloody Door at the end of it. Once more, he was locked into the action of the door slowly being opened. “Is this what we’re supposed to do?” He asked. “I’m so fuckong lost.”

“I have no idea.” On the other side of the other bloody door. There was no hallway. Just a brick wall with another Bloody Door across from Katsuki’s character.

The brick came around to the left where words were written in black lettering. 

you need to LISTEN

The brick came around on the right too, with more black words. 

try again

“Do you think we have to do the thing where we turn the flashlight off again?” Deku asked. 

“That’s probably what they’re telling us to do, yeah.” Katsuki turned the flashlight off but nothing happened. There were no new noises. No old noises. Just the same empty silence that made everything infinitely worse. 

Katsuki turned the light back on. 

“So that didn’t do anything.”

Once more, he was locked into the action of opening the Bloody Door so slowly .  

He was back in the hallway, the bars still locked firmly in place. Behind them was a pale man with no hair and scars placed all over his chest. Deep gauges were taken out of the skin. Deku shivered.

“That’s not even the same guy.” He announced. “Why is he here?” 

“Atmosphere.” Katsuki lifted his hands off the keyboard briefly to wiggle his fingers at Deku. Footsteps were echoing from somewhere to the left, right down the stairs, but even as Katsuki pointed the flashlight down the steps, there was nothing to be seen. 

“So we’ve had three jumpscares in this entire game and we have about forty minutes of footage.” Katsuki leaned over to the side. “Forty-one. If something doesn’t happen and we just have to keep walking, I’m going to flip a table.”

“And the steps are so slow and deliberate, too. You know those movies where the main character’s running away while the antagonist is walking really, really slow but still manages to catch up somehow?”

“You mean like Friday the 13th ?”

“Yes… I’ll never forgive you for making me watch that by the way.”

“I know.” Katsuki turned around like he still wasn’t sure what he should be doing. When he turned, the footsteps changed direction. Instead of being to the right now, where the stairs were, the sound was coming from both speakers, like the sound was coming from in front of them.

“It said we need to listen and try again. Maybe we should go back and see if anything’s different.”

“Makes sense.”

“You’re not objecting to this one?”

“I just want this game over with.”

The door opened with the same sad creaking sound as all the others; nothing was on the other side. It was the same brick room with the same writing on the wall. And there were no more footsteps.

“Okay, that wasn’t right then.” Katsuki went back. This time the hallway was different. The stairs were blocked off with the bars and instead of the pale bald man staring at them, there was just a severed hand dangling halfway through the bars. “Hey. Hey, Deku–”

“Please don’t.”

“Need a hand?”

Deku threw his hands up in the air exasperatedly. “Why do I even try anymore?” 

The elevator doors in the hallway were crooked and stuck half open now, slanted off to the side. Katsuki opened the Bloody Door at the end of the hallway. The other room was the same brick room with the same writing on the wall with the same Bloody Door on the other side. 

“Did we fuck something up?” Katsuki asked. 

“I think we did. Though I’m not sure what we could’ve done wrong.” 

“I’m just gonna keep walking and see what happens.” The Bloody Door creaked open slowly and they were back in the hallway. The bars blocking off the staircase were gone and the man behind the bars was back. “Down the stairs, maybe? We might have to follow the footsteps, you know?” He didn’t wait for Deku to answer and went down the stairs. There was a red glowing to the right and to the left was yet another Bloody Door. Huge eyeballs were stuck into the corner next to it.

“We’re on a new floor, so the door might be actually safe to go through this time.” Deku suggested. Katsuki shrugged. 

“It couldn’t hurt. If it doesn’t work then we can just try something else.” On the other side of the door the stairs were blocked off with bars and the hand dangled halfway through the bars. “Oh, come on!” Katsuki groaned. “What else are we supposed to do?” He turned off the flashlight, but the sound didn’t change. “There’s literally no difference.” He turned the light back on. The door he was in front of now was cracked open slightly and there were more Bloody Doors to the left. 

“Oop?” Deku made a questioning noise. “That’s different.”

“Yeah, but now there’s the question of which door to go through.” He turned the flashlight off again. It seemed to be the only thing that could help them at this point. 

If sounds are heard outside the door, it is better not to go there

“Okay, now we have a hint.”

“Is this just part of the game or are we so lost that the game decided to help us out.”

“Let’s just hope it’s the former. So we just have to listen and try to gage whether or not it’s safe to go inside.”

“Reminds me of when we played Little Nightmares 2 and we had to look for Six.” 

Katsuki scoffed irritably. “Lying ass bitch.”

“Kacchan–”

“I’m just saying! She had our hand! She could’ve pulled us up but decided to be a prick and just dropped us!”

“We’ll talk about it later.” Deku rubbed his hand up and down Katsuki’s arm soothingly. Katsuki continued to grumble. He clicked off the flashlight in front of one of the random doors to listen, but there was no sound. He clicked the light back on. All of the doors were slightly ajar. 

“I really don’t know which door to go through. I know we have to listen, but what kind of noise are we supposed to avoid? Is it breathing? Someone walking around? Is it gonna be more of that weird talking?”

“Couldn’t tell you.” 

Katsuki looked around in hopes of more clues, only to find that there was a door on the ceiling. And then he looked to the elevator. There was a door behind the open jaws with a black X marked on the wood.

“Maybe we won’t actually have to listen then.” Deku said. “That looks pretty promising.” Katsuki opened the door and for the first time he wasn’t locked into the animation of the door opening. On the other side was another door, but instead of another brick room or another hallway, there were organs and intestines covering the room. “It’s gross,” Deku said helpfully, “but it’s different.”

“Different’s good.” Katsuki and made his way through the doorway. He opened the next door and this time he was locked into the opening animation. On the other side, arms and hands covered the elevator doors that went back to opening and closing rhythmically. “There we go!” Katsuki cheered. 

“It’s different!” Katsuki walked to the end of the hallway where another door was waiting. He went to open it but stopped. There was a noise coming from the other side of the door, a kind of squealing wheeze. Like someone was trying to scream through ripped vocal chords. 

“That must be the noise we have to avoid.” Katsuki said. “Good to know.” Instead of going through the door, he turned to the right and began making his way down the stairs. It was the first floor with the mail slots, but the moment he walked off the steps and he hit the flat floor, there was a buzzing and a little tink noise like a bulb giving out. Not shattering this time, but simply giving out. The flashlight went out and a red light hit the wall in front of them. 

“What the fuck?” Katsuki murmured. He walked around the corner, probably to see where the light was coming from. The front door was open and red light was cascading through the doorway. “That’s definitely not freedom.” 

“Everytime a door to leave opens, it gets worse. Where’s the logic? Outside doors opening is supposed to be good; this is very, very bad.” 

Katsuki just shrugged. “It was like that for Resident Evil 7 . Except I had to leave the main house to kill the mom. Crazy bitch.” He moves closer to the stairs and there’s a door to his left. There’s heavy breathing coming from the other side. The noises seem to vary. Katsuki presses a button on the keyboard a few times, a clicking noise coming from the game, but nothing happens. 

“My flashlight’s broken.” He said, sounding offended. “The fuck.”

“Poor flashlight.” Deku mourned. “Your sacrifice shall not be in vain, for we will beat this game and leave and never come back.”

“Why are you talking like that?” Katsuki asked. Deku hummed and shrugged. “Stop it.” Hejust went down the stairs and passed through the door. Immediately, there was a sound similar to a fog horn, just lower with more vibrato. The ground that stretched out before them was barren and red. Nothing in sight. Katsuki turned around to face the building. It was hard to tell in the red light, but the building looked rusted. The surface was uneven and the whole building was a singular block in the middle of nowhere. 

“What. The. Fuck.” Katsuki said. 

“This is so creepy!”

Katsuki walked back but soon came to a halt. “Guess this is the farest we can go.” He said. “So we’re out here… what now?”

“I don’t think there’s anything we can actually do out here.”

“So the developer just wanted to show how creepy this is?”

“I don’t know, but I think our best bet is to go back inside.” Katsuki shrugged and went back to the door. His shadow stretched out before him, the character was running. 

“He’s running at walking speed.” Katsuki snorted. He walked up the stairs; there was still breathin from behind the door. At the end of the hallway, however, there was a new door. The only way to tell was the way light was coming from the cracks--soft golden light that was so much different than the lights that were either too pale or too bright. 

“If there isn’t a balloon arch on the other side of that door that says ‘ you did it ’, I don’t want it.”

“I think those standards are a little too high for this game, Kacchan.”

“Just let me have this, Deku!” Deku put his hands up innocently. Katsuki walked closer to the door as it slowly began to open. It only opened a little and Katsuki had to push it open the rest of the way. The music rose in pitch and it was clear.

There would be no balloon arch. 

The door opened the rest of the way and Katsuki’s head fell forward. His back hunch as he curled around the keyboard in his lap. Deku rubbed his back gently. 

“That’s not a balloon arch.”

“I know, Kacchan.”

“We’re so fucked.”

“I know, Kacchan.”

Standing in the middle of the room, perfectly still with a lighter held in his right hand, was a barely tall, very bald, very scarred man standing in front of a mirror that showed off a long neck. The music rose in pitch even more, shrill and loud just to make it clear that the end was near. 

Katsuki lifted himself up and stepped a little closer. Deku clutched the sleeve of his t-shirt tightly.  

“We need that lighter for the candles.” Katsuki said. He moved a little bit closer; the man didn’t move. He stayed still, grinning at his reflection in the mirror. Or maybe he was smiling at Katsuki’s character. It was hard to tell. 

Deku stayed silently curled up in his seat, holding onto Katsuki’s shirt like it was a lifeline. Katsuki walked around to the front of Tall Guy—his head was tilted slightly, eyes still focused on the mirror. 

“Oh my god.” Katsuki said. “Holy fucking shit.” A little bit closer, he clicked on the lighter and everything went black. Footsteps grew fainter and fainter. 

V - light the lighter

A soft glow illuminated from the corner of the screen. 

“It’s getting harder and harder to see every time.” 

“Did he just give us the lighter then walk away?” Deku spoke at last. 

“Seems so. At least we have it now though.” Katsuki turned around, the wall was behind him but there was no reflection when he looked in the mirror. He turned around again, blindly walking over to the door. Once he found it and went through the doorway, he groaned. 

“We have to go all the way back.”

“Maybe it’s like one of those things where the way back is a lot faster than the way there.”

“Fucking hope so.”

He went up the stairs, leaned into the door—there was still the squeaking/wheezing noise. Like something was crushing a mouse. The only other door was at the end of the hallway this time and the elevator doors were apart. Tall Guy was standing in the corner, still wearing that huge smile on his face. Katsuki walked right past the elevator and leaned into the door. Heavy breathing on the other side. 

“No, are you kidding me?” Deku cried. “We don’t actually have to get in the elevator do we?”

“This is turning out to be just like Wrong Floor .” Katsuki grouched. His face was tense, jaw clenched tight. He walked into the elevator. 

Just as he stepped inside, he was locked in. Tall Guy’s face was the closest it's ever been and it was easy to see the way his left eye popped out a little bit more than his right. Or the way blood leaked from his mouth and glistened on his chin. Skin puckered over deep scars that looked like they never healed right… or at all.   

“Holy—!” Deku waved his arms like he was trying to take flight. “Nope! I hate this. Nothing about this is good.”

“This fucking game!” Katsuki threw his head back. No matter where he moved around in the small space, Tall Guy’s eyes were locked on, his head turned to follow every single movement he made. As the elevator rose up and up and up, the doors continued to open and close. “Maybe I can get out. I don’t care; I’ll walk the rest of the way.” He pushed against the door, but no matter how hard he tried, they just wouldn't give and he was stuck inside. 

“Lemme out. Lemme out!” Katsuki’s voice was rising in panic. Deku had covered his face with his hands, not even cracking them apart to peek. 

Finally— finally —Katsuki was able to slip through the doors. Tall Guy continued to smile almost mockingly. 

“Okay.” Katsuki breathed heavily. “Okay, we’re out.” This time, Deku did crack his fingers apart so he could see through them. “That was the most stressful elevator ride of my life.”

Bars still covered the stairs, but at the end of the hallway, the door back into the apartment was open. Inside the apartment, the candles were still sitting in the box on the floor, waiting. Katsuki clicked on the box. 

Objective: to light up the light in all the rooms

“I miss when the objective was ‘ get out ’.” Deku said. “Can we go back to that? Can the objective instead be ‘ get out ’?”

“I don’t think outside is any better than in here.” Katsuki tried to click on the box of candles again. 

You already have a candle

“So we can only take one at a time.” Deku said. “Good to know.”

Katsuki walked into the kitchen, most likely as it was closest, and set it down on the table. Clicking on it again, it lit up.

“Well that’s not very bright.”

“It’s a candle, Kacchan.”

“Yeah, but the light bulbs were brighter and he took those out no problem. What’s to say that these little shits won’t end up the same. All ya gotta do is fucking breath on ‘em and they’re down for the count.”

“Please don’t say that.” 

Katsuki picked up another candle and it was set on the little table with the mirror on it in front of the box. Katsuki lit it. He picked up another candle and went into the living room. The picture with the creepy grandma and devil baby could be seen just behind the entertainment center. 

“That stupid picture again!” Deku shouted incredulously. “What the heck?”

“Is there a reason behind that picture?” Katsuki asked. “Or is it just there to be moved around and creep us out.”

“I don’t even know, but I’m so done with it.” 

Katsuki went back to the box of candles when all of the lit ones suddenly went out. Red light streamed through the windows. 

“See? I fuking told you. Asshole’s gonna keep putting out the candles.” The sound of the lighter behind flicked accompanied the new darkness, but nothing happened. “What are we supposed to do?” His voice rose a little again. Not quite a shout yet, but close. He walked into the kitchen and tried to look through the window but there was nothing to be seen. Then he walked into the living room. 

A face was moving in a circle in front of the window. The same face that had been seen in the supply closet when the bolt cutters had been grabbed. 

“What the absolute fuck is this game?” Katsuki asked. “Who thought of this? That’s his fucking face!” The window then went dark and the candles were lit once more. 

“What’s even real anymore?” Deku asked. “Are we hallucinating? Or is reality changing over and over again and we’re just stuck in the middle of it?”

“Deku, I really don’t have the mental capacity for your conspiracy theories right now.” He grabbed a new candle from the box and opened the bathroom door. The candle was set in the basin on top of the wooden planks over the bathtub and it was lit. Heavy blowing then came from behind them. Katsuki spun around--the rest of the apartment was dark again. 

“Fucking knew it.” He growled. He left the bathroom, walking through the hallway until he was met with Tall Guy fast walking toward them. They each shouted something intelligible (Katsuki most likely a swear word and Deku probably just a scream), but then Tall Guy was gone. Deku let out a noise that sounded similar to a sob mixed with a groan. 

“Why did you pick this game?! Do you hate us? Is that what this is?”

“I don’t know! This is so much worse than Wrong Floor . This game sucks and I fucking hate it.”

“So you agree?”

“Fuck! Yes!” With tense shoulders and an uneasy expression, Katsuki left the bathroom and walked through the hallway once more. This time Tall Guy wasn’t there to stop him. As he walked, a door creaked. “Fucking—stop! Stay there!”

“You think he’s in the cement room?”

“Fucking better be.” He lit all the candles and grabbed another one from the box. He walked past the bathroom and placed a candle next to Toilet Guy’s decomposing corpse and lit it. “If we have to put a candle in here, then I’m pretty sure we have to put a candle in Tall Guy’s room.”

“No…” Deku moaned into his hands. “That is the worst thing you could have said right now.”

“I could’ve said ‘let’s fuck’.”

“Kacchan!” 

“I’m just saying. That would be far worse than putting a candle in Tall Guy’s room right now.”

“You’re so gross.”

“Mhmm,” Katsuki sarcastically agreed. He went to grab another cadle from the box and all the lights went out; more red light cut through the darkness like a bloodied knife. 

“Again?” Deku asked. “The candles were so nice. Let’s go back to that, please.” Katsuki looked through the window in the kitchen and then the window in the lying room; there was nothing outside. 

“There’s a window in the bedroom, right?”

“With the creepy doll? No thanks.”

Katsuki went into the bedroom anyway. 

There was nothing outside the window, but when he left the bedroom, a silhouette was standing outside of Tall Guy’s room. It wasn’t Tall Guy himself, this person was much too short for that, but as Katsuki got closer, he saw that the person had a stained shirt and a bloodied face. 

“Is that Toilet Guy?”

“He’s standing right where his other shoe was. Do you think he died right there, dropped his shoe, and then was moved to the bathroom?”

“If that’s the case then Tall Guy was probably what killed him.” He kept trying the lighter as he backed away from Toilet Guy’s… ghost? Body? He turned toward the living room so he could turn around all the way and they both jumped. 

“Oh!”

“ Jesus !” 

More Toilet Guys stood in the middle of the living room. There were even more in the kitchen. 

“Why are there so many of him?” Deku asked, lifting both of his arms at the screen like he was personally offended. 

“Hell if I know.” Katsuki walked further into the kitchen and all the Toilet Guys started moving at once. They both let out surprised noises as they were forced back into the hallway. 

Then all the candles were lit again and the bodies were gone. Katsuki grabbed another candle from the box and placed it in the bedroom and lit it. He grumbled under his breath the whole way. There were two more candles in the box. 

“So everywhere has a candle except Tall Guy’s room and I’m gonna guess that the supply room needs a candle.” Katsuki grabbed a candle from the box and opened the door to the supply room. “If he’s behind us again, I’m gonna lose my shit.” He placed the candle on one of the shelves and lit it. As soon as he did, all the lights died and the door was covered in more red light. 

“Really?” Deku asked. “This again?” Katsuki turned around to look at the kitchen—no Toilet Guys to be found. The music was swelling higher and louder. When it reached its peak, everything returned to normal.

“Fuck,” Katsuki said tiredly. “This is giving me whiplash.”

He grabbed the final candle from the box. 

“It’s the final countdown.” Deku joked weakly. The Bloody Door slowly creaked open. As usual, they could only see darkness inside. When they were fully inside, there was nothing there. Just the chair in the center of the room and the writing all over the walls. When Katsuki lit it safely from the doorway because game physics, all the noise stopped. That was it, every single room was lit. It was over. 

Katsuki backed out of the room and into the small hallway. Across the apartment, the doors were open and the lights were on outside. Deku sagged down in his seat like a puppet cut from its strings. Katsuki released a deep breath. He sprinted across the apartment and down the steps: past the floor with the broken elevator, past the floor that was seemingly normal, and past the floor with the flickering light bulb. When they reached the second floor and as Katsuki was turning the corner, the light bulb shattered and the only light then was the one coming from Katsuki lighter. 

“Fuck that!” Katsuki said. “I don’t even fucking care.” Soon he was back on the ground floor, standing in front of the rusted door to the outside. He clicked it opened and the fog horn noise returned. Katsuki’s character was bathed in red light, there was nothing except a barren wasteland before them. 

“Are you kidding me?” Deku cried. “We’re just stuck forever? We can never leave?”

“Guess so.” 

The character walked forward all on their own and then the screen went black. 

END. 

“So that’s it.” The game screen went away and it was just Katsuki and Deku in their living room where they played horror games together. “That was…” Katsuki looked for the right words.

“Awful?” Deku supplied. 

“Yeah, especially at the end, but it was also really fucking good. I’ve been having a hard time looking for games that weren’t just jumpscares and were actually really scary. The bar for horror seems a lot lower nowadays and this was great.”

“That’s not what you were saying five minutes ago.”

“That was in the moment. Anyway, the game was good and I’m glad we played.”

“I’m not.”

“You wanna take a break?”

“That would be great.”

Katsuki snorted. “Maybe next time we’ll play Human Fall Flat or something.”

“I’d like that.” Deku took the plush pillow he’d given to Katsuki at the beginning of the video from his lap and squeezed it tight. Katsuki ruffled Deku’s wild hair fondly. 

“All right, well, thanks for watching, losers and we’ll see in the next video where there definitely won’t be anything scary.”

“Why’d you say it like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like there would be something scary.”

“Fucking what? I just said there wouldn’t be.”

“Kacchan!—”

“That’s all, folks!”