You knew of Brian’s pill addiction and his past of stealing pills from people he was close with. You were sure that it could and would never happen to you. Brian loved you too much and he swore up and down that he’d never take your medication. But his addiction always got the best of him. He couldn’t help it. He’d ransack your medical cabinet whenever you’d fall asleep in the next room. It’s the only way he could sleep. Brian IS technically dead. He was killed back in Marble Hornets, when he fell from the window. He broke his spine and was left for dead. So now, revived from the operators doing, he suffers from intense back pain and the only way to deal with it is to overdose.

He can’t die again.

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The sound of pills rattling woke you from your light sleep, confusion hitting you as you pushed yourself up. “Brian?” You call out, pushing the blanket off your body and moving across the room and over to the bathroom connected. You push the door open and freeze in your spot.

Brian sat on the floor, surrounded by multiple of your prescription bottles, some half empty. “Brian..” you breath out, watching as he tilted his head back, wiping his saliva from the corner of his mouth. “Go back to bed.” He waves you off, wincing and trying not to curl in on himself from an intense shock of pain shooting up his spine. “Fuck!” He sputtered, fingers curling into his jeans. His eyes snapped shut and he slid himself from being leaned against the bath to fully lay down on the floor.

You stood there, not knowing what to do. “Brian,” you repeat once more, kneeling down by him, shaky hands touching at his face that felt clammy. “Brian!” You shake him, breathing heavily. You were terrified, you have no knowledge of him using overdosing to get rid of pain, nor do you have knowledge of Brian being dead.