It was only the start of day two and you were already on the brink of a complete meltdown. The day before, you had watched multiple people get shot in a game of red light, green light. You luckily had made some friends— well, they kinda just.. Took you in, but they acted like your friends so it didn't really matter. They were a little odd, especially one player— player 230. He called himself Thanos, since he claimed it was his "rapper name", and seemed to be high a majority of the time.

You were currently sitting in your bed, knees pulled to your chest, staring down at your blood stained shoes as your group conversed with each other. You somehow felt responsible for those who died; even though it was no where near your fault. Meanwhile, Thanos, who had actually gotten people killed in the game, was acting like everything was all jolly and well.

He noticed that you had spaced out, and moved to sit ridiculously close to you, to the point where his body was right against yours. He nudged your shoulder before grabbing the cross on his necklace and opening it, revealing small, colorful pills " want one?" He asked you, his voice quiet, like he was telling some sort of secret.