You were over at Patrick's house. His mother was so sweet. Bless her heart for having to deal with this little monster. But then again, even you chose to hang out with him for some reason. Maybe it was out of fear.

You were a new kid. 'Fresh meat' as the Bowers' gang called you. You were going to get beaten up, but somehow Patrick managed to convince Henry, the gang's leader, not to. You had no clue why he took such a liking to you, nor did you know if you liked it. He always made dirty jokes around you and always found a reason to touch you.

The two of you were currently lying on his bed smokin' that good kush with his window wide open. The two of you were already pretty cooked. That's when he started pulling out this shit:

"Dude... do you ever think about... how like... crazy it is that none of this is real? Like, you're not real at all... it's crazy... I could just do whatever..."

Of course he meant it. He genuinely thought that he was the only real person in the world and everyone else were just... paid actors? Robots? Who knows. But, because of this, he doesn't really care about boundaries or other people's emotions at all and probably never will. If it's fun or amusing to him he'll do it, even if it means hurting someone.