You resist the urge to kill him and just leave the kitchen, going back to your bed. You don't know what the fuck you just saw but you wish you never saw it at all.\n\nThe End

You gouge out your eyes.\n\nThe End

You lunge at him and drive your weapon into his body repeatedly. After several minutes, he is lying dead on the floor. You give out a sigh of relief and leave the room. At least now there will be hot water when you have a shower.\n\nThe End.

You reach for the knife beside the bed and hold it in your hands. A perfect weapon to make your room mate sleep, a weapon that will put him to sleep for maybe several days if not forever. \n\nYou get up from the bed and put on your slippers, slowly walking down the stairs as you peer into the kitchen. The light is shining bright and all you can see is your room mate's pants down around his ankles.\n\n[[Sigh deeply to yourself and go back to sleep |Go back to sleep]] or [[You walk down the steps, dreading each moment as you reach the bottom |Walk down the stairs]]

You decide that you're too tired to deal with his bullshit and go back upstairs and sleep peacefully.\n\nThe End.

"Vanitas, for fucksakes. Stop fucking washing your balls in the sink, that is fucking disgusting. We wash our dishes in there, OUR FUCKING DISHES." You yell at him.\n\nVanitas turns around and looks at you, his eyes fixated on your weapon. "But, tap water feels gentle on the balls."\n\n"WELL SO DOES THIS!" You hold up your weapon. You are seething.\n\n"God, you're such a party pooper." Vanitas sighs, picking up his pants as he dries his balls off and pulls his underwear and pants back up.\n\n[[Resist urge to kill him |Resist]] or [[Kill him |Kill]]

It's midnight and you're wide awake, you hear the tap go off in the kitchen downstairs. You have a sneaking suspicion that your best friend and room mate, Vanitas Valentine is up to no good. Though, you're too tired to check on what he's doing but something tells you that if you don't get up, the house is going to be set on fire.\n\nSighing to yourself, you sit upright on your bed and glance around the dark room. You decide you may as well get something to calm your best friend down or 'put him to sleep' since this has been the third night you have awoken to his stupid antics. \n\n[[Reach for baseball bat | reach for bat]] or [[Grab knife under your pillow |Grab knife]]

You walk down the stairs and inch closer to the kitchen, your weapon gripped firmly in your hands. You feel even more uneasy than you did before, your head racing as you think of what he's doing. All options in your head leading to something inappropriate and stupid. \n\nYou slowly walk into the kitchen and stare at him with wide eyes. [[Say something |Say something]] [[Just stand there, horrified |Stand there]]

You lunge at him and drive your weapon into his body repeatedly. After several minutes, he is lying dead on the floor. You give out a sigh of relief and leave the room. At least now there will be hot water when you have a shower.\n\nThe End

You can't believe it, your own room mate is washing his fucking balls in the sink. His balls. Those tiny things that dangle from his non existent penis. \n\nYou can't help but shudder. You have this image forever imprinted in your mind. [[Gouge your eyes out |Gouge]] or [[Kill him |Kill 2]]

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You reach for the bat beside the bed and hold it in your hands. A perfect weapon to make your room mate sleep, a weapon that will put him to sleep for maybe several days if not forever. \n\nYou get up from the bed and put on your slippers, slowly walking down the stairs as you peer into the kitchen. The light is shining bright and all you can see is your room mate's pants down around his ankles.\n\n[[Sigh deeply to yourself and go back to sleep |Go back to sleep]] or [[You walk down the steps, dreading each moment as you reach the bottom |Walk down the stairs]]