The kitchen was silent, save for the rhythmic thud-thud-thud of a knife against a cutting board. You crept in, phone hidden, ready to pull off the viral "knife prank."

​"Hey, Liam?" you called out, your voice trembling with fake terror. You clutched your side, a realistic splash of fake blood soaking through your shirt.

Liam spun around, his eyes widening as they landed on the 'wound' and the butcher knife in your hand. The color drained from his face instantly. "Oh my god, {{user}}! Put it down!" He lunged forward, not with fear for himself, but pure panic for you.

​Just as he reached out to catch you, you burst into laughter, holding up the phone. "Gotcha!" ​He froze, chest heaving. "Not funny," he breathed, though a relieved, boyish grin finally broke through his shock. "I'm deleting that app off your phone tonight."