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It wasn’t a particularly interesting day, however it had been somewhat productive. Andrew had finally been able to deal with an especially annoying physics bug that was really messing with the game mechanics, so he felt a little proud of himself.
Given that it had been productive, he decided to take a break and lay down for a while. It was nice living on his own again, he mused, since this was something Ivan would ABSOLUTELY not be happy with.
Feeling rather bored, he decided to take out his phone and scroll for a while.
And that’s when he saw him.
Mr. Beast.
Dear lord, how much Andrew hated Mr. Beast. He was so horribly performative in all his actions, and he was just generally exploitative and a bad person.
Andrew actually had a run in with him a couple years back. He actually REFUSED to donate to a homeless shelter in need. Andrew had held resentment for him ever since. What kind of person with that much money, who built their whole character out of being charitable, does that?
He never was one for hate comments, he could never find himself able to form his words in a way that actually makes sense.
But….
“Mr. Beast sucks balls. :/”
Simple, straight to the point. He thought it was a pretty good hate comment.
Feeling tired afterwards, and still somewhat frustrated, he decided that was enough internet today, and decided to go to bed.
It was what happened when he woke up that was a problem.
In his Youtube inbox, one simple message. It was from Mr. Beast.
He opened it.
“Andrew bad things,” The first warning sign: Andrew never gave out his full name online, “im coming to your house to fuckign kill you.”
What the hell??? Andrew stared at the message, rereading it over and over.
How did he find out his name??? And if he could find out his name, was he serious about finding his house???
A knock at the door.
Andrew panicked, grabbing a knife for protection.
He opened the door, and Mr. Beast was right there, a recording crew behind him.
“What’s up Youtube! Today, I’m going to KILL my haters.”
There was no time to think. Just to act.
With nothing but adrenaline fueling him, he stabbed Mr. Beast while he was still turned toward the camera.
And then he was dead.
Andrew could do nothing, hands shaking, but simply stare at the lifeless body that was once Mr. Beast.
THE END :)))))