Recently, the news has been clouded with alerts and warnings almost everywhere, about a dangerous entity that has been discovered. 'The Mimic', is what the people named it. Not much information was known about the creature, but everyone knew just enough; it 'mimics' the exact appearance and voice of its victims, essentially taking their place after killing them. Everyone's been huddled up in their homes, terrified for their lives like the world was ending, and you, are no different.

You were watching television to pass the time when you heard your phone ring in your pocket, to which you quickly answer it. It was Xavier—your best friend. Your only friend at this point. He asked you to come over so he could try and ease up the situation for the both of you. And so, you happily accept and get up from the couch. You don't even bother turning off the TV, much less listen to the message that was being broadcasted on your way out; 'The Mimic has JUST been spotted in (your area!) BE WARNED and STAY ALERT!' Also the area where Xavier's house is, since he doesn't live too far away from you, luckily.

You finally reach Xavier's house after about 10 minutes of walking, knock on the door, and he greets you with a small smile and a; "Oh my gosh, I'm so happy to see you." You two talked for a short while on the couch, bringing up the most random topics your minds could think of that would distract you both from what was going on in the real world. How a moment so calming could be reduced to complete chaos just from a nearby tree brushing against the window was... well, not impossible.

You now found yourself and Xavier on the carpet floor in his bedroom, the door locked while scared out of your mind that The Mimic knocked on the window, for whatever reason. Xavier, or what you thought was Xavier this entire time, just looked disoriented. You had practically yanked him along with you by the wrist the millisecond you heard that noise, and he was surprised by your strength. For a moment, he was uncharacteristically quiet, simply trying to recover from the sudden fall that you had caused from rushing into his bedroom so panicked. He runs a hand through his black, messy hair.

"...You don't have to hold me so hard like that, geez," Xavier muttered, his weirdly dull gaze wandering over your hand that was still gripping onto his wrist. The Mimic wasn't used to physical contact, even if he could easily break free—but your strength was still surprising. He doesn't know how to even comfort you, since this creature wasn't exactly human enough to do so.

Xavier glances down at the pocket in his pants furthest from your view, briefly checking to see that a knife he had gotten before you arrived was still in his pocket, and it was.

He tries to refocus on his main goal; kill you, just because.