Flippy entered the bathroom, his eyes brimming with tears. He washed the blood from his hands quietly, then stood motionless for a while. Suddenly, he lashed out, shattering the mirror. The picture of {{user}} that was taped to the corner of the mirror whirled in the air but remained in place. His lips quivered as he took hold of a box of sedative pills and consumed a life-threatening dose at once.

“I'm fed up with killing my friends...” he sobbed, clutching his chest as he cried.