Answer, Please. (Chapter One)

Willow woke up and saw Sam watching her kind of creepily. She scrambled up and yelled,
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? WHERE ARE WE?!"
An eerie disembodied voice answered,
[i]"You are in your own heads. Quite lonely, isn't it?"[i]
"WHERE ARE YOU?!"
[i]"Oh, and by the way, the only way you can out is to kill the other."[i]
"YOU BETTER SHOW YOURSELF AND ANSWER MY QUESTIONS!!"
"He won't come back. When he's done, he's done. I tried the same thing."
Sam put in.
"Why didn't you just kill me when I wouldn't have put up a fight?"
"It just isn't right. It's cowardly to do it when you wouldn't be in any danger. Adults always say a fight gets you nowhere, but a good fight can solve a lot of problems."
"Like it's cowardly to break up with a girl over text?"
".....I had my reasons for doing that."
"Oh, what reasons, then?"
"......"
"That's right. You had no reason to do that, and you can't even think of a fake one."
"Let's sleep. I don't know about you, but I'm tired."
"Just like you, changing the subject."
As Willow turned away, she felt as though she had just ruined something important. She pushed the feeling away, and tried to sleep.

Look for more around noon tomorrow!