Never!

You felt rage slowly building up inside of you. Like a boiling kettle, you were about to burst. You were full of emotion, feeling unstable and volurable, and it was clear he was trying to take advantage of that. One moment he was threatening your life, saying he was gonna kill your loved ones. And now he wanted you to join him?

You shook, tears rushing to Tina's eyes. Why did you have to get involved with this? Why did you have to know? This was all wrong. How could you go back to your old life now? How could you sleep easy, knowing this imposter could be anyone you know?

"Are you sick in the head?!" You burst at him finally. To any outsider, this would look like couply bickering. But it was nothing close to it.

"You're a fucking maniac! You... you're a murderer, you take over people's lives for your enjoyment. You... you **** me to do it, and you say we're the same?!" It was hard for you to breath with all the crying. And hearing Tina's voice do the yelling only made it worse.

You reached for the back of her head, ripping her mask off and revealing your own face. "I would never join you! I hope you rot! If you're bored, you'd be better off just shooting yourself with that pen and letting your skin decay!"

You took deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down. Max stared at you blankly, taking your outburst in, almost like it was just some constructive criticism. You felt frail before him. How could he be so emotionless?

Finally, he spoke.

"I see." He said simply, sighing. "If that's how you feel." He shrugged, aiming the pen at you. Your eyes went wide, opening your mouth to react, but before you could do anything you went dark.

***

You sprung up in bed, panting like crazy. You were covered in sweat, feeling like you just woke up from a terrible nightmare. What happened? It took you a long moment to recall the last week's happenings. Your neighbor... Jessica... Tina... was it all a dream? It felt like it. It all was so surreal. You sighed, just glad you woke up from this terrible nightmare.

Wait, no.

This wasn't a dream. You felt like this before, when waking up with Jessica. Jessica who later turned up to also be the imposter. It was all real. The suits, the pens... you put your head in your hands, sighing deeply. God, you wore Tina. How could you look at her now?

You ran your fingers through your hair. Why did he restore you? Did... did he finally leave you alone? You took deep breaths, trying to calm yourself around. You took a look around your room. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Sunlight was sipping through the curtain, telling you it was early morning. You let some air out of your nose, turning to grab your phone from the counter, when suddenly your face turned pale. Next to your phone laid the two pens, and on top of them- a note.

"I'll wait."