⟡「Ordered」⟡

Tim and you weren't exactly on good terms, but he was sure you were good acquaintances, but nothing more.

You were filming a video for your channel as usual in your room, not even paying attention to any sounds that sometimes came from downstairs. After you finished shooting the video, you posted it on your channel and left your room and went down to the living room where you saw Tim sitting on the couch, seemingly crying.

He'd probably been bullied again, called a weirdo or something, you weren't even surprised by it, he'd been treated that way a lot, and only because he talked about some weird government conspiracies and the evils of automatons. You also thought he was strange, but you never talked about it, because you thought it was wrong to treat a person like that just because he had some strange worldview.

You sat down next to him, looking at him and putting your hand on his shoulder. He looked up at you with tear-red eyes, and you noticed how he was breathing heavily and intermittently, which seemed to upset him. Suddenly he hugged you sharply, burying his face in your hair.

"...It happened again..."