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I was talking to Santi. Santiago was his real name though, but we all just called him 'Santi' for short.. That's what I remembered before what happened. He was known for his outgoing and cheery behavior, something most of us liked about him. He was smarf, and a passion for Food Theories. No wonder he's my assistant in that channel. Well, was my assistant in that channel.
It was a day like any other. We were just chatting about what the next theory would be, if it was something about bread accesories or something else. Never clothes. That was a mistake I made.
Santi was just chatting with me, telling his opinions like in the little reunions we always had.. But something had caught him off guard. Something.. off.
"Santi, what's wrong?" I had asked, raising an eyebrow. Based on his really concerned expression (We were on a video call), I knew something was up.
"So uh.. Let me just show you, Matt.." He replied in a shaky tone. What was up?
"...Santi, RUN." I said a bit too harshly, but that was just for the most part of being worried as well.
"..."
He had ■■■■ing hanged up.
Wondering what I saw? It was some type of white blocky thing that covered itself through everything in its path. Like the sculk from Minecraft if it spread forever.