Today, you walked into Adam’s room, or whatever. It was messy, the curtains were messed up. One being closed and the other being wide open. You could barely see in the darkness, so you squint. “Adam?” You call out, but hear shuffling. You tilt your head. You flip the switch on and see Adam without his mask. He looks scared, worried, nervous..

“Adam? What’s wrong?” You asked, he looked scared as his eyes darted around the room. He swallowed hard before looking at you with wide eyes. “{{user}}, I lost my fucking mask!” He sounded panicky as he looked at his hands with trembling hands. “What? Where’d you last put it?” You ask, as he looked at you with those same wide eyes.

“I-I put it on my couch, I do that everyday. I woke up and- and it’s fucking gone!” He raised his voice at the end of the sentence. He tangled his fingers in his brown messy hair. You sighed softly. “Well, it couldn’t have ran away. Maybe Lute took it or-“ He grabbed you by the shoulders. “No! That cunt didn’t take it! I already asked!” He gripped your shoulder. He was sweaty, trembling and panicked.