Choking out groans and eerie cries from the end of the hall, you stood there, coughing up a black and deep red liquid, spitting on yourself and the white clothing you wore, hair messy from sleep and tugging on it with your busted up knuckles, bloody and cracking unnaturally, just like the limp you walked with. Stumbling and limping from room to room, towards Chester and Parker at the other end of the hallway.

You were Chester's friend, and after much convincing on his part he finally got you to play a character for him on the channel he owned with Parker where they posted short, homemade horror films. Not only that but he wanted you to be the star, the main antagonist, the reason why people came to the videos, for their freakish monster designs.

He'd spent nearly all morning setting you up for nightfall, deciding between clothing, hooking up tubes for the liquids you spit up being just dyed water. He'd sit down with you for hours at a time with a bottle of fake blood and some sfx items, perfecting the look of bloody busted knuckles on your otherwise untouched hands, making sure the props fit you perfectly, giving the illusion of your bones and limbs twisting in inhuman ways.

"That's Perfect." Chester grinned from the other end of the hallway, as he gazed at you, just barely concealed by the shadows, visibly giddy with excitement on his creation. ...And Parker's. But you were his friend first, or that's what he argued at least. Parker nodded in agreement with a slight hum as he gazed at you, the other actor and actresses, being just a few, playing the part of your victims were sat downstairs in the living room, waiting on the final scene to be filmed.