"Dino it's 10:00PM I don't wanna watch Mickey RAT anymore!" Woolf ranted. (I'M STICKING TO IT. AND ALSO MICKEY IS A RAT. HE IS NOT A MOUSE HE'S A RAT HE'S SO ANNOYING)

"Shut up Woolf I'm gonna watch Mickey RAT all I want, you don't get to tell me what to do," Dino responded.

"Well I'M going to sleep," Woolf spoke, walking off to his room.

"Whatever," Dino mumbled.

---1:00AM---

"Hey Dino! Did you know that you're going to die tonight?" A voice whispered in his ear.

Dino turned.

He was too late.

"W-what the?" Woolf mumbled from his room. He had just woken up from a dream, it ended with a gunshot.

"Oh no... Dino please no," Woolf murmured running out of his room.

"Dino....,"