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You’re eating your favourite pancakes at QC’s diner. The wonderful breakfast smell fills the room, bringing back many memories.
Glancing out the window of your cozy booth, you take in the scenery and ignore all the hustle and bustle of the diner. The doorbell rings and you dart your head to see who it is.
It's Kris, your next door neighbor and long-time friend. You are 1 year younger than them, and they use it to pick on you a lot.
“Hey Kris!” You say, standing up to greet them. Strangely, they don't say anything back.
They look different today, their body looking like it’s being controlled similar to a puppet.
You begin to ease towards them. Staring directly into their eyes now, you see something you didn't before. They look malicious. Kris drags their lifeless body into the center of the diner and pulls out a... Knife?
“Kris... Hey, Kris! What are you doing?” They tilt their head towards you and raise the knife slowly into the air. The knife is an average kitchen knife, completely unsuspecting. Despite that, it still unsettles you seeing them waving it around.
You glance around the room to look for help from anybody. No one in the diner seems to notice what is going on. All of it is really strange.
Kris suddenly jumps up into the air, time growing ever slower. Kris begins edging the knife closer to the floor, you can see your reflection grow in the polished blade.
They slam the knife into the floor, the ground cracking. Light erupts and black smoke begins to leak from the floorboards as the surrounding people begin to notice and evacuate the building.
The room fills with a thick black smoke, Kris disappearing into the fog as the diner is slowly consumed. The smoke fills your lungs as you cough. The smell of breakfast fading.
Just as the last bit of the ceiling lights disappear, you feel the ground collapse under your feet.
You feel yourself falling down, not knowing if you'll ever reach the bottom.