All language subtitles for DeengDavid (2023)

20, 40, 60, 80...

-I'm telling you, Linda.
-...100.

It'll be all about the Internet,
this will pay off big time.

Uh-huh?

You know
how many people
are online?

35,977,000.

I'm just saying that
people are gonna
go crazy over this.

I mean, look at David.
He loves those computers.

Where is he anyway?

Where do you think?

In the basement again?
I'm getting worried about him.

Gosh.

Sorry, I didn't mean
to frighten you.

It's past your bedtime, okay?

So say good-night
to your cyber friends
and you get to bed, okay?

Why are you so mean?

Ellis, hands off the keyboard!

Engaging with trolls
is like the worst possible use
of your energy.

You're doing
your angry typing thing again.

Okay. I'll just delete
his comment then.

Oh, yeah,
I'm sure that's the last time
you'll hear about it.

Oh, my God, so I should--

-Ignore it!
-Ignore it!

If you feed the trolls,
they will grow in power
and destroy you.

- Okay. Have any of you
got this email?
- What email?

No, what is it?

Ah, cool,
it's one of those things where
if you look at it long enough,

you'll see a picture.

Oh, my God.

Were you filming that?

That was trendworthy.

Hey, BuzzFeeders!
Quick word.

Uh, just read an article
about a young man

who woke up after being
in a coma for 21 years.

Here's the uncool part,
I read it on Vice!

Oh, dude.

Come on!
Guys, we should be on that.

This is our kind of shit!

Uh, "27 Surprising Places
to Eat in New York City

if You've Just Woken Up
From a Coma."

But better, obviously.

Adam E.

Just going over
your performance metrics

and the general
audience sentiment
shows that your content is,

well, for lack of better words,
relatable AF.

Here's the less good part,
not as great,

your reach is kind of lame.

It's not a criticism,

it's just something to consider.

We'd like to get
those numbers up.

For example, right now
your views are lagging
way behind Norris's lists.

Yes!

I knew my
"Top Ten Buffy Episodes

and What Your Favorite
Says About You"

would totally slay.

Get it, slay? Like--
you know,
like vampire slayer.

Yes! I'm dead, I'm so dead.
It's sick, huh?

- You've been sitting on
that one.

Yeah, I have.
Yeah, I wanted to--

I wanted to raise
the stakes up so,
just for--

Oh, that's two!
For you. Yeah, boom.

Very funny, Norris.
But you don't have
to celebrate it, okay?

Take the compliment,
internalize it.
Absolutely.

Feel good about it.
Yeah.

But we don't want
to make people feel bad.

Absolutely. Lock it up.

You're behind
that pun machine.

Way behind.

I'd love to see some more
authentic original content
from you.

- Yeah.
-People really dig when you reveal

-the funny, painful truth
about stuff.
-Right.

Yeah? So maybe try that, yeah?
Cool. Okay, Evelyn, great.

He said the same thing
to Carmen two weeks ago.

Carmen who got fired
a week ago?

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

But it's gonna be okay.

"Try to make your comics
have more pain--

but funny pain."

"But not so funny
they lose the pain."

Oh, come on,
you can do that.

"You make it relatable
and inclusive."

Inclusive? AKA, gay.

Gay.

You were pretty restless
last night.

Yeah?
Yeah.

Adam, I can sleep back
at my own place.

You know,
you can just tell me.

No, it's not that.
Really, it's not that.

I was thinking,

I know that you and your mom
aren't close,

but maybe it's time
I got to meet her.

If-- If you want.

I don't know.
I-- I, um...

You don't want to
meet my mom.

You think I'm crazy,
you ain't seen nothing.

You know I love you, right?

I know
it's only been a few hours,
but I think I love you.

Oh, shit, he's responding.
"I think I love you too."

Yo, he loves you,
he loves you!

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Do you wanna hold me?

Ew.

Do you wanna make out
with a 14-year-old boy?

And we're blocked. Yes!

Okay. Sports Chat?

This one.

"Hi, I'm David.
Ask me anything."

"Chat room rules. No bullying.
No bad language." What?

Yeah, this guy's
asking for it.

"Ask only two questions,
but never three."

Dude, this is hilarious.

All right.

Dear David,
why are you
such a loser?

"I think you'd both like me
if you gave me a chance."

What-- Wait, how does he know
there's two of us?

Chill out, man.
He's probably doing
exactly what we're doing.

Tell me why a loser like you
shouldn't blow
your brains out.

Dude, that's pretty dark.

Come on, man.
No one takes
this shit serious.

"So I'll live to see you die."

Dear David--
Maybe let's not.

He said not to ask
three questions.

Maybe you shouldn't be
such a pussy.

Whatever.

How am I going to die?

"Alone, afraid,
and wetting your bed."

-What? Yo, that's--
-Dude.

Dude, let's just watch
Riverdale.

-Are you bugging out
because of this creep?
-No.

Oh, my God.
And Beatrice?

She just got fired as editor
of Teen Vogue Online.

Now I'm fourth in line
to replace her.

Oh! It's like Game of Thrones,

but for a fashion-savvy
social warrior.

Here's to that.

And Adam, at least you'll have
plenty of introvert
work-from-home time

once Kyle's gone.

Yes. Wait, what?
What do you mean?

I'm flying out
to Arkansas tonight.

Your mom!
My mom's hysterectomy.

I'm gonna help out until
my sisters can get there.

Right. Sorry.

Well, it might
do you some good.

No distractions.
Except the Internet.

- Another drink?
- Yes, please.

Hey, I am so sorry.
That was super messed up.

I do remember, I promise.

It's okay. All right?
I get it. All right?

We both have a lot
going on right now.

But this,

we gotta maintain
a full signal between us

or else the call gets dropped.

I don't want that.

Me neither.

Okay.

Yeah. I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Ping!

Fuckin' twat.

Why don't you die in a fire?

Don't judge me,
you're not my mom.

Sometimes you gotta
troll the trolls.

Internet...

educate him.

See?

I'm relatable AF.

I love you too.

Oh, my God.

Are you hungry?

All right. Come on.

I should drink
and post more often.

Please stand away
from the platform edge.

Shit.

Thanks, man.

Baby steps. Baby steps.

I really didn't
sleep well this weekend.

Lonely without Kyle already?

I had sleep paralysis.

Hmm?
It's where you wake up,

but you can't move,
but you can see.

That's a real thing?
Mm-hmm.

Yeah, I haven't had it
since my final year
of college.

It's, like,
stress-related
or something,

but they say
you can see things
because...

your brain is
still dreaming.

Mm-hmm.
But I've never had it
that bad before.

I don't know, it--

it just felt very real,
you know?

Did you want me to come over
at night to protect you?

I think I'll be fine.

Adam!

You've seen my son,
Dear David, haven't you?

Dear David.

You saw him.

What does he want?

You can ask him,
but only two questions.

Never three.

Why?

Ask him yourself.

David?

What are you doing tonight?

This one
says the ghost of
a masturbating chimp

roams the hallways
of their stately home.

There are actually
a lot of weirdos out there.

Not you. You're under
a lot of pressure.

Hmm.

It's your turn.
Okay.

I feel like this game is
trying to tell me something.

What do you think?

A hundred percent.
Hmm.

That you're a total failure.
I'm a total failure.

Mm-hmm.
Yeah, thought so.

You should have let me
bring my Ouija board over.

Then we'd really figure out
what's bothering you.

I'm not trying to invite
more paranormal activity,

thank you very much.

It's just the cats.

Are you serious?

Ellis. Oh, my God.

-That's really weird.
-What is?

They don't want me
to touch it.

- Oh!
- No!

It's just a camera.

It even takes photos
like a real camera.

I should go
and get some work done.

Get some sleep.

Dream of hot men,
not dead boys.

Hey, you. How's it going?

My mom's home, she's good.

Although struggling
to go number two.

We bought her all kinds
of fiber supplements...

What the hell?

...but we don't want her to
burst her stitches.

- Ew. God.
- Love yo--

Not now, Kyle.

No. People will think I'm nuts.

Who are you?

Just a follower.

You guys moving out?

Uh, sure are.

Any particular reason?

Like, uh, I don't know,

bad dreams, or a creepy kid
in the corner of the room?

Half a head?

-Nah, bro.
-We're moving upstate.

Oh.

Good luck.

And even if you are right
and it's all in my head

and I'm just a crazy person,

look how big
this apartment is.

It's a win-win, baby!

Hmm. I think they recommend
moving further
than just up the stairs.

Oh, and, hey,
no more sex sounds
above you.

Downstairs is available
if you want to hear mine.

Ew, gross.

That's homophobia.

No, it's not!

Oh, my God.

What is this?
Oh, God.

Is that you?
Mm-hmm.

Ah!

This is me and all
of my childhood friends.

That's my best friend Link
and we're saving
the Princess Zelda.

-Oh, my God,
you had an imaginary friend.
-Hmm.

That's such
an only child thing.
Hmm. Yeah, I know.

No wonder you looked
so lost and lonely
before I adopted you at work.

Hmm.

Hey, babies.
What are you looking at?

What the hell
are you looking at?

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

What?

Are you fucking kidding me?

Oh, come on.

Yes, yes, yes.

Call, call, call.

Come on, come on.
Pick up, pick up, pick up.

No.

Just breathing.
Breathe, breathe, breathe.

You're okay.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

I don't like scary
things, really, but I was,
like, riveted by this.

Oh! Speak of the devil!
Adam E! There he is.

Why didn't you tell me
what you were working on?

Uh...

-Uh, what am I working on?
-All right, Mr. Modest.

This Dear David story,
it's crazy good.

It feels personal,
but, uh, digestible.

It's fresh.
It's like a whole new format.

I was telling these guys,
I was afraid to leave
my room last night.

So, um, yeah, so that--

so that story is--
is actually happening.

It's totally happening.

It's rad too. I like how
you're bringing that back.

It's like
what we talked about.

I'm not taking credit
for this, but I told you.

It's not just about
the pep talk,

you had to dig in and find it,
and you did.

In fact,
I'm gonna spotlight it
on the home page,

so I want you
to put something together.

You know, liven it up
with some-- some GIFs
and memes and stuff.

You're good at that.
Make it fun. Okay?

-Norris, go ahead.
-Uh...

"Top Ten Reasons Why Dawson
From Dawson's Creek

is a Little Bitch Boy."

- Ooh.
The word "bitch" might be-- -Too much, yeah.

This feels wrong.

It feels dirty or something.
I don't know.

Not fun dirty,
bad dirty.

Let them vote
on what you do next.

That's a really good idea.
Mm-hmm.

Number one, Ouija board?

Definitely.

Number two, hire a medium?
I like that one.

Mm-hmm.
I don't hate it.

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay.

It's a good number two.

Three.

Oh, my God.
You have to pick that one.

For real?
Mm-hmm!

I rid you of evil.

I rid you of evil.

I rid you of evil.

I rid you of evil!

I don't remember
inviting you over.

Please, I'm the least
of your uninvited problems.

Ooh.

Someone says that
I should get a sleep talk app

to record
what happens at night.

I like it.
Hmm.

I think
I might do that tonight.

Maybe Dear David is like Link?

Just another imaginary friend.

He's not imaginary.

Uh, what does Kyle think?

I don't know.

I haven't spoken to him
in a while,
he's MIA on this whole trip.

I think he's mad at me.

Why would he be mad at you?

I haven't called him back.

Okay, fine, if you must know,

it's because he keeps
saying "I love you"

and I don't know how
to respond to that.

Okay? That's why.

If you don't wanna listen
to Kyle and his feelings,

then he's not gonna
be there for you
and your ghost problems.

What... do you...

want from me?

That's two!

What do you...

want from me?

That's two!

What the hell is that?

- Adam, Adam.
- It's me, it's me.

What the hell is going on?

It's me.

That's it.
That's everything, I hope.

You know why
I love your comics so much?

Why?

It's the only way I feel like
I actually get to know you.

My cartoons do
the talking for me,

there's nothing
wrong with that.

There is when you never
actually say
anything that's real.

That is so unfair.

Maybe you never listen
when I do,

but I talk to you a lot.

Sure, in sarcasm and memes.

Which is cute until my friends
ask me if a ghost
is haunting me too,

and I have no idea
what they're talking about

until I see this shit online
like one of your...

fucking followers.

I tried calling,
you were blowing me off.

I thought you were mad at me,
I was giving you space.

I've been calling.
Texting.

Look.

You moved apartments
and didn't say
anything to me.

And then Jaxon
sends me this.

He found it last week.

I'm not on Grindr.

Someone is obviously
catfishing me.

You can get that photo online.

Look, I'm not on Grindr,
I deleted it
when we started dating.

I didn't--
I didn't put that on there.

I don't know how
that got there.

I promise you,
I deleted it. I did.

What the hell?

Jesus Christ, Adam.

Listen...

I don't understand what you're
going through right now,

but until you
sort yourself out...

I need space.

You're breaking up with me?

How can I be with someone

when I never know what's
really going on with them?

What's been going on
with Adam?

Yeah, what's going on?

I don't--

- I don't know.
- It's weird, right?

Yeah, it is.
I really don't know.

We're supposed
to be best friends, and--

Honey, nobody cares
about ghosts.

Ooh...

Really though.

Kyle's been saying
the same thing.

He said that Adam
didn't even ask

about his mom's surgery,

which is weird.

It's just not really like him.

Please stand away
from the platform edge,

especially when trains enter
and leave the station.

Yes! Yes!

Shit, shit. Oh, my God.

Whoa. No, no. No, no, no.
God. Stop, stop.

-No, no, no.
- No, no, no.

Oh, my God. Whoa.

No.

Oh, fuck it.

I'm not on Grindr.
I deleted it.

He's not imaginary.
Oh, my God.

Because he keeps saying
"I love you."

What?

I've told you to go to bed
three times and I find you
looking at this?

What's wrong with you, David?

Why are you looking
at this filth?

Answer me!

What's wrong with you?

David?

Oh, my God! Please stop.

Please stop.

You owe me big time
for covering for you
at work yesterday.

You know it's not
all about your followers?

Hello?

Is everything okay?
Do you know how to find out

who this handle belongs to?

You really think a weird account
is haunting your apartment?

I woke up hanging out of
the fucking window last night.

It's not a joke.

Are you serious?

You didn't put that
in your thread.
'Cause it's too insane.

Maybe you should
see a doctor or something,

do a sleep study before
you really hurt yourself.

I'm fine, I just...

need to find out
who this is.

Ask Kyle,
he did all those exposés.

He broke up with me.

Adam Ellis! My office!

Now!

Fuck.

Wish me luck.

Wh--

This is crazy, Adam.

Um...

Yeah. No, that's--
Yeah, no, it's all--

It's true,
it's all happening.
I got the LA office calling

and asking what's happening
and I don't know
what to tell them.

Which they don't like,
of course.

And I don't like it,
so tell me. How does this end?

I don't-- I don't know.

The reason I'm asking...
Yeah, no--

...because you're being
weirdly coy,

um, is because I'm thinking
about taking this thing
much bigger.

I mean, not that
it's not right now, but--

I'm thinking
we take it multimedia,
not just one quadrant.

I think we go four quadrants
on this thing, you know?

And we take it to the mat.

We could really make this,
like, a thing. You know?

This could be-- I mean,
I'm not diminishing--
It already is big.

But I'm talking, like--
I mean, like, worldwide.

What's going on?

Is everything okay?

What happened?

Pics or it didn't happen.

Ellis, wh--

Come on, pick up.

I said I needed space.

I know, I'm sorry.
I just need help, Kyle.

Yeah, I'm aware.

This is me trying
to say something...

real.

Is this you hearing me?

What do you need?

I really need to find out
what's behind
this anonymous user handle.

That's not what I meant, Adam.

And it's not an easy ask,
all sorts of privacy issues.

Please?

Whatever it is
is trying to kill me.

The ghost?

Adam, I'm worried about you.

Maybe you should talk
to someone.

I'm talking to you.

Please, Kyle.

Text me the handle.

Thanks.

You said that the spirit
harmed you, like, physically?

Yeah, um, look at, uh--

Yeah, it hurt, and, um...

it gave me a nosebleed.

There's a strange energy
coming from this corner here.

It's really unusual.

Yeah, so that's
where I first saw him.

I was getting sleep paralysis,

and I wake up and I see him,

but I see him
in real life now as well.

Starting in your dreams
doesn't mean that's actually
where it started, yeah?

Okay.

-This area...
-Right?

...harbors an awful lot
of negativity.

Yes. Yeah,
it's the Internet.

Some... ghosts, if that's
the word you choose to use...

Right.

...can tap into your thoughts.

Did you do something
to invite it into your life?

This number keeps calling me.

I thought it was a prank
at first too, but it's--
I don't think it is.

And I think it's--
I think it's connected

because
whenever I pick it up--

I'm not-- I'm not crazy.

I know how this sounds.
I'm not.

Is that the primary device
you use to document
your experiences?

Um...

yeah.

Is that bad?

I don't know,
if I'm being perfectly honest.

What I do know
is that whatever it is,

is not connected
to this space,

it's connected to you.

To me?

So what does that mean?
What do I do?

You gotta figure out
who and what it really is
and what it really wants.

It's a child ghost
called David,

and I'm pretty sure it wants
to kill me. I told you that.

Yes,
that's what he told you

in your paralysis-induced
dreams.

Exactly.

Spirits don't always appear
as they actually are.

They're gonna show you
what they want you to see

and they are gonna tell you
what they want you to hear,

and the truth is often
far more complicated.

Thanks for
joining me, Mr. Ellis.

I know the note thing
is a bit odd
and a bit old-fashioned,

but I have my own reasons.

My name is Phyllis Crainey.
I'm an Internet sleuth.

Okay.

I have a keen interest
in the paranormal.

Sorry, does that mean
you investigate
Internet ghosts?

It's not as uncommon
as you think.

- I keep--
- Here you go.

I keep having
these nightmares.

There's a boy with a--
with a caved in head.

And there's a woman,

she has, like,
long straggly hair,
it's like--

Loopy Linda.

Loopy Linda?
Linda Johnson.

I always assumed
she was mentally ill.

That was until
I read your articles.

Linda is what you would call
"Internet famous,"

especially on the Deep Web.

It started off with these
message board users

sharing interviews
of a psychiatric patient
called Linda

saying and doing
all kinds of crazy stuff.

Like-- Like what?

She'd be drawing
a boy with a crushed head,

saying things like,
"I fought the devil."

"Don't ask three."

A tape of her suicide
even made it on there.

Suicide?
Why would anyone
post that?

It's the Internet.
It's anonymous, and that...

can bring out the worst
in some people.

How many questions
have you asked him?

Two.

The three questions
are a basic incantation.

You've invited this
"Dear David" into your life.

What do I do?

Search for "Loopy Linda."

That's where you'll find
your answers.

Linda?

It's Dr. Landers.

Are you still
having trouble sleeping?

It comes in the darkness.

It feeds on our fears,
anxiety and suffering.

I can hear it in my sleep.

Linda. Linda.

Your delusions are something
that your mind has made up

to help you cope
with the trauma.

You need to accept reality
if you want to get better.

You murdered your husband.

No, I didn't. I didn't.

And you inflicted severe
head trauma upon your son.

He's not my son.

He is your son,
and you put him
in a coma

from which
he might never wake up.

Good.
Don't let it ever wake up,

because it's coming for me.

I know it's coming for me.

But I am not gonna let it,
because you know why?

I fought the devil.
I fought the fucking devil.

I fought the dev--

Go back. Go back, go back.

He's not my son.

He is your son,
and you put him in a coma

from which
he might never wake up.

...put him in a coma

from which
he might never wake up.

David Johnson coma.

Coma, coma, coma.
David Johnson. Davi--

Oh, my God. No way.

"David Johnson has awoken
after 21 long years in a coma.

Doctors at
NewYork-Presbyterian
Hospital say

he is still yet to speak,
but is recovering well,

and was only ten
when his mother
went inexplicably insane,

killing her husband before...

going on
to crush David's skull...

with a computer monitor."

Sir?

Sir, can I help you
with something?

Oh, yeah, um...

I'm looking for a patient,
David Johnson.

He was admitted in 1996.

Severe head trauma.

That's weird,
there's not much here.

There might be
some hard copy files
out back,

but unless you're family,
I can't give you
his medical records.

His family are all dead.

My condolences,
but I still
can't release these.

They're too fresh.

Too fresh?
What does that mean?

Well, he died
a few days ago.

Sir, what is your relationship
to the deceased?

I'm...

being haunted by
the ghost of his child self.

Okay, so the department
you really need to go see
is psychiatric,

and you need to go
to another location
for those services,

so let me find someone
that can help you
with that.

Security to reception.

Security to reception.

Okay.

Records, records, records.

Johnson. Year, '96.

David Johnson.

Security to reception.

Dr. Landers.

Okay, Dr. Landers, let's hope
you have some answers for me.

Dr. Landers?

Dr. Landers?

What?

Oh, my God. What the fuck?

Dr. Landers?

Oh.

Get out!

9-1-1, what's your emergency?

I need to report a dead body.

Hey, what happened to you
and your sisters, anyway?

You were all so close...

All right, you little shit.
Let's dance.

I keep hoping
you'll change your mind.

Can we please just
talk about something else?

I just want you to know
I'm here for you.

- Andy, please help me.
- I've tried to help you.

You didn't want my help,
remember?

Do you know how many times
I tried to get you
to tell me the truth?

I practically begged you.

But no.

You decided
to protect your girlfriends.

I loved you so much.

Fuck you.

Hey, Aurora.

Call Evelyn.

Sorry, can you repeat that?

Call... Evelyn.

I'm sorry,
can you repeat that?

Call-- Call Kyle.

Calling Kyle.

Hi, it's Kyle.
I'd love to talk,

but I can't right now.

Please leave a message
after the tone

and I'll get
back to you soon. Take care--

Oh, my God.

Hey.

Can I talk to you
about something?

Are you kidding?

Are you mad at me?

Does it matter?

You're Internet famous
and I'm just a wannabe,
right?

I can pick up your slack
at work but you can't pick up
your phone when I text.

You're not the only one
who hates being ignored.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

I really don't.

Those DMs last night?

Eat shit.

What?

I didn't write these.
I didn't write these.

Hey.

So it turns out
my contact didn't have
to break any privacy rules

regarding
the @(D)___David handle.

Oh.

That's good. Why?

It doesn't exist.

But it do-- I mean,
I'm looking at it right now.

Adam.

Yeah, I'm here.

I think it's time
you let this go.

Okay. Yeah.

Well, thanks. Thanks.

Hey, can you take a look
at my newest list?

I want to make sure
it's relatable,

and you're
super good at that.

Yeah, sure.

Yeah, let's do it! Yeah.
Thanks. Yeah.

Should be in your inbox.

Why, Norris?

Uh...

Do you not want to do it?

Do I want to--
No, I don't want to do it.

Why would you
even send me that?

I-- I just thought
you could do it
as a favor.

As a fa--
Are you a fucking psycho?
Is that the problem?

What? No.
Are you fucking sick?

Adam, I'm sorry.
What are you talk--
What's going on?

What are you talking about?

Norris just sent me
the most fucked up thing
I've ever seen.

No, I--
I didn't.

Oh, my God.
Are you all in on this?

Adam,
what are you talking about?

Is this some fucking joke?
You think this is funny?

Yeah, everybody
watch the fucking show.
Real funny, huh?

Yeah, really funny.
It's on every fucking screen.
Are you fucking kidding me?

- Hey! Whoa!
- You guys are so fucking...

-Hey!
-...fucked up!

Yeah, film this.
Fucking film this.
Is that good content for you?

Hey! Hey! What's going on?

Look what the fuck
they just sent me, Bryce!

Huh?
That is so fucked up. Look.

Did it--
No, it didn't say that.

- Okay. Hey.
- They changed it!

-They changed it.
-It's okay.

Come here. Come sit down.

Sit down. Sit down.

-It's all right, everyone.
-It didn't say that.

Go back to work. Stop filming.
But good instincts.

What the--
It didn't say that.
Okay, hey. Hey.

It didn't say that.
Hey, listen, listen, listen.

Why don't you take
some time off? Yeah?

Get your head right,
all right?

I'm very passionate
about mental health.
It's very important to me.

So go home--
Take all the time
you need, in fact.

And if it's the end
of the thread
that's stressing you out,

just know
that we can absorb it.

We can workshop it in-house,
it's what we do.

We're a family here
at BuzzFeed, all right?
We look out for each other.

But you need--

You need to take it easy.

You look like shit.

All right, everyone,
it's okay.

That was fun.

Right, it's okay, Norris.
Why don't you take a break?

All right.

Hey, babies.

Come here.

What now?

You're a judgmental
asshole, Kyle,

and I'm fucking sick of it.

Go fuck yourself, Kyle.

I didn't send these. Damn it.

Fuck you!

I'm in control now.

I'm in control.

Fuck off.

I'm in control,
I'm in control.

Stop.

Stop!

What?

I'm in control, David.

Oh, no.

No. Stop. David, stop.

No, I just saved.

David,
what the fuck did you do?

That was three questions.

Oh, shit.
That was a question.
No, it was--

What the fuck?

I'm in control.

No. No.

What's going on?
No. No, no, no.

Oh, no.

What is happening?

No. Help!

Help me! No!

Help me!

No, no! No! Stop!

Please help me!

No!

Die in a fire!

No!

Adam.

I'm in control.

I'm in control.

You were an artist too?

You never ask
about my day.

- You never call me back.
- People don't like you.

All I wanted
was to be your friend.

Your cartoons, they're empty.
Like you.

You never say anything
that's real.

I have a new list.
"Top Ten Reasons
Adam Ellis is a Dick."

You're only here
to tick some boxes.

You're selfish.

- Self-obsessed.
- You're a fucking--

Asshole!

-And you never say I love you.
-But I--

Why are you saying
this shit to me?

You know this, Adam.

Deep down,
you know you're worthless.

Accept it, you're alone.

You'll never be enough.

So give up.

He hasn't been
answering his phone.
Have you talked to him at all?

Holy shit! Adam!

- Adam!
- Open up!

- Are you in there? Ellis!
- Can you hear me?

- What the fuck--
- Adam!

What is this place?
This is a nightmare.

I'm gonna call 9-1-1.

- Watch out, watch out!
- Ellis!

- Ellis, we're outside.
- Can you hear me?

- I'm not alone.
- Hold on a second.

Hello? Adam!

I'm lonely sometimes,

but I'm not alone.

And I am enough.

I am enough.

I am enough.

And I'm waking the fuck up.

Adam!

Adam!

Ellis!

Ellis!

Adam, are you in there?

We're trying to help.

Ellis!

Ellis!

Die! Die!

Ellis!

Adam!

Here! Come here! I've got you.

Come on!

Stick up on the alpha side.

It's gonna be okay.
It's gonna be okay.

I love you.

Holy shit.

-Hey, babies.
Come here, come here.
-Look who's here.

Come here. You made it.
Come here.
Come here, I got you.

I got you. Come here.

Hey. Here we go.

Oh. You found them.

I'm so sorry, Ellis.

For not believing you.

Yeah, you told us
something was wrong,
we should have listened.

Yeah.

I pushed you guys away,
it wasn't you.

But I'm here now.

I'm actually present.

I just...

need to work on letting
you guys in more.

And I will.

I promise.

And Adam Ellis's
last tweet was,

"For everyone asking
if I'm alive, I'm doing okay."

Peace sign emoji.

I don't know about you,

but I'm calling bullshit
on this whole thing.

Now you tell me what's up.

I see you, BeardedBoy233.

Thank you for the sub.

Ellis is a douchebag
if he thinks that we're gonna
play nice on the Internet

'cause of
his little ghost story.

Screw you, bitch.

Don't come onto my stream

and try to silence
my free speech.

Thank you.

Come on,
which one of you cucks

made a dumbass
Dear David account?

Okay, I'll play along.

- Dear David,
why are you so fugly?

All righty.

Dear David...

...is it because your parents
tried to cancel you?

I feel so bad.

Dear David, for real?

See?

This is so dumb.

Way to go, guys.
Frickin' brill--