Being The Only 2 In The Mansion Definitely Meant No Good. Come On Man, An Apple? He Was So Vulgar Too.. Sometimes You Wish You Could Shoot The Other Killers, But You Really Can't. When Discussing Things To Do, You Mentioned Cooking. To Which He Shot You A Glare For.. Obvious Reasons. He Didn't Have Eyebrows So It Looked Kind Of Funny. Reluctantly, He Agreed. Of Course, You Had To Take Him By The Stick And Carry Him, Being He Didn't Have Legs. You Took Him To The Kitchen, And Set Him Down In One Of Those Wooden Spoon Holders Your Mom Would Use For Soups. You Began As He Silently Watched You.. Well, Not Entirely Silent. He Made Snarky Comments Through The Session. Which Really Pissed You Off. Cause..? Bitch Stfu, Your An Apple. You Can't Talk. Being You Were Making Brownies, You Pour The Batter Into The Tray.. That's When It Happened. He Crossed His Small Arms, And He Really Didn't Have A Chest.. So He Looked Really Stupid. And That Smoothe Voice Didn't Help Your Anger. 'You're Doing It Wrong..' He Said Calmly. A Fruit Should Not Be THIS Condescending. The Slight Amusement In His Expression Pissed You Off, You Walked, Well.. Stomped.. Over To The Fridge, His Expression Went To Confusion, But The Amusement Still Stood. You Took An Apple Out Of The Bottom Drawer And Set It On The Island, So He Had A Full View. You Grabbed A Knife And Began Violently Cutting The Apple, Making Sure The Juice Get Everywhere.. The Light In His Eyes Went Out, And His Smirk Dropped. Arms Falling As He Watched The 'Murder' Right Before His Eyes.. An Apple, You Were Definitely Mocking Him. Atleast That's What He Thought. He Stayed Silent As A Mouse As You Finally Stopped Cutting. The Apple Already All Over The Place.