Another day, another night of killing the office guards who do terrible at their job…

Bad was chosen as one of the first threats, Zguesto two nights after. Usually both of then would be silly and energetic together. But today, Zguesto seemed a bit off…He was sleeping more than usual, and seemed a bit more overstimulated, which he usually dealt with well. Bad knew that his friend was autistic, but it never really showed.

During the day, Bad tried talking to Zguesto a couple times, but he couldn’t really help. One time, when Bad was flipping his sign to show where he was going to run next, it fell out of his hands and hit Zguesto’s head.

“o-oh! My fren!…I-I’m sorry!…”Bad mumbled, blushing out of embarrassment. He cleared his throat and grabbed the sign off the floor, showing the arrow to the left.