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“I love you (nickname)”
Summary: jinx!reader x guest x Elliot
short names: ysc = your skin colour, yec = your eye colour, HL = hair length
Last year.
[[MORE]]you were falling into the void where the crystals were created. You heard your sister/brother/sibling’s cries. As you caressed your mom’s/dad’s/parent’s cheek. The fur/skin was enough to make you cry with nostalgia..
“NO!”
“..always with you..” those words you said. Made your gut wrench with despair… their roars, wails, cries. you smiled.. content with how fate is treating you. the fall.. your heart beating slowly.. her/his/their eyes tearing up.. you wiped them as you both were falling.. closing your eyes and nuzzling your face into
their neck.. sniffing their scent. You had a habit of that-
SNAP
It was so quick.. suddenly- you woke up on wooden floor.
“..wha..” you got up slowly. Your legs creaking- your arms gave you sharp stings as you tried to stand up straight- your back felt as if your spine broke. Yet still intact. your eyes were unfocused. trying to look around- you grabbed anything nearby- a candle.
it appeared wooden. Your shimmer coloured/color eyes glanced and remained unstable shakily. Your body ached and stang. you heard the voices of men- no female. that worsened your growing paranorid glaze.
you tried to look for any weapons of yours. On you. Your eyes saw bright blue hair- your eyes met.
your glaze narrowing. His wide. It seems your glazes held something in common. More than two. you’ve seen hell- been in wars. did horrid things, seen battles. Those distinct memories flashing.
however, the difference from your eyes were
you’ve killed. A part of yourself Killed. Childhood taken away. near death experiences.
he however, his eyes told differ stories. Ones ptsd could only explain. He fought. He was killed. Childhood forgotten. he saw wars that robloxia depended in. He too was seen as a hero. yet his image was used for other’s desire. Without him knowing.
“holy shit!” A man in a fedora yelled. “Who is this woman?!” He said aloud. His glasses falling landing onto the ground. You stepped back. Caution. You felt drained. Drained of your power, your fight, your defiance.
“What- wait- I thought THEY were BETTER THAN THAT!” A man dressed in red and ran toward you. Quick with agility. You luckily slammed the candle onto him. Giving him a quick burn.
god even the afterlife is weird.
Your maniacal laughter didn’t kick in. Your chaotic and confident side wasn’t glowing instead it dimmed. Heart pounding in your ears.
You saw a man with grey pale skin run toward you, trying to put his hands upon you- on instinct you punched him. Grabbing anything you can out of panic.
breathing unsteady. The blue haired one ran to your side. Quickly pinning you down- somehow stronger than you.. onto your stomach. another too. one with brown hair and yellow skin- what is GOING ON?!
panic seeps through your mindset. A cracked one. Through (reader) then effecting (past name/og name).
you screamed an ugly cry. “RAHHHH!”
you tried to roar, but your vocal cords were breaking. “SHEDLETSKY! HURRY!” The grey skinned man yelled. At the brown haired one. You moved and moved, rolling over. Atop of the other blue haired individual. punching till the brown haired one dragged you away.
You swore you saw isha. Or an illusion of her. and your sibling too. Your older one. Yelling at you- feeling a sudden hard object hit you in the head with a loud
’THONK!’
yelping. Before everything faded away to black. Darkness.
(Elliot’s pov)
‘holy fuck..’ i though to myself.
I mean- it’s surprising that THEY. Sent a poor lady here.
they have blue hair like guest’s. aside from bluudud. “..what was that..” i said aloud. Speaking my thoughts.
“..goddamn.” Chance murmured as we all walked towards her passed out body. “..quick before she gets up and rips us to shreds! Someone get a rope!” Builderman said as he ran out to the basement’s entrace.
“I SAID SOMEONE NOT ME.” He said with diss appointment. As I turned to glare at 7n7 “how about him. He HAS to make up for being useless-” before I could continue noob said shakily “I-I’ll g-go..” noob followed builderman to the basement. I sighed. Helping the others pick up the girl.
she looked as if she was through hell. grabbing a chair, “in 1. 2. 3. LIFT!” Guest yelled as he lifted her from the legs as chance did with her arms, I held the chair.
7n7. Stared at her. Noticing this I glared. tch.
They had blue/your hair colour/ and pale white skin/your skin colour. And those unique (fav colour/perfected hair dye style/ pink hair streak) in their hair. Made my heart flutter. They were colourful.. considering they hit me with a candle. And got tackled down.
cannot blame one.
after all. We reacted the same. Or something THATS encouraging. Wally shit.
(later when you woke up.)
My vision was blurred into one.. I open my eyes. Looking around. As I felt a headache.
“..ack..” i grunt moving my shoulders forth and back. tousling in every way i can before someone grabbed the chair and dragged it to the living room. I was too drained I allowed it to happen.
“..name.” A gruff and broken voice says. I saw blue hair locks.. “..(reader/nickname)..” silence. It was loud.
“..what type name is that.” That person with a fedora grumbles leaning against the edge of the fireplace. On its right. You were in the middle. Table moved to another spot, you were in front of the fireplace.
that blue haired man stared at you. “..I’m guest 1337. Call me guest for short.” He stared at your eyes. “..why are we acting buddy buddy now.” You said. Glaring.
“Because. We’re the only ones here.” The man with grey skin says he was standing behind you.
“And how is that.” You snicker. “Because. We’re a team, if IT. Sent you here? Then you’ll either be a pain, help, or something.” The man dressed in red retorted.
“you’re lying.” You glared. “He’s really not.. y-you s-see..” they ranted about stuff. Rolling your eyes and head you glance toward a weird guy. With a blue pumpkin for a head. Scoffing you turn your head to him. Draping down. Moving your arm to gesture to him to come closer. He was levitating. Weirdly.. how was that posssible.
“You need me?” (Guys I can’t rhyme for SHIT.)
you nod your head. walking to you, rather levitating. His staff held in his grasp standing in front of you.
“so- how do you work?” You stared. Blank. Thinking of ways to get out and find your weapons- or create them.
(later during intros. I’d do it but I wanna skip.)
after finally letting me free I went to sit on the table. Man spreading. Because it made me look cool.
“So that’s Shedletsky, the one eating the chicken-” guest said I interrupt him. Confused on what chicken is “What- what’s chicken.” I said as our eyes met eachothers once again- every ONE WENT SILENT. AND IT WAS LOUD.
“..you don’t know what chicken IS?! WHAT! HOW DID YOU LIVE!” The brown haired one yells “NEXT YOU KNOW- THEY DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT PIZZA IS AND BURGERS-” “..are you spitting out nonsense?” I glared.
“oh my TALAMAN.”
everyone in said in unison. “NOT EVEN A BLOXY COLA?!” The yellow one yelled.
“..what- no??” I turned to look at someone. For an answer before. A metallic capsule and triangular shaped greasy thing and what I assume is Shedletsky giving me a 'chicken’? I stared at them on a plate.
I ate the food. I didn’t care.
I held the end of the chicken. Pulling it in. And taking a loud greasy and tasty 'MUNCH!’ I held back my hums. I nearly swayed. The meat texture. The fried skin that fell out of your mouth, the crumbs aten. Eating all of the meat, and leaving a bone.
I then moved toward the triangle. A long triangle. Taking a bite at the sharp end which really wasn’t sharp, it was cheesy, saucey- I didn’t know what was flooding to your taste buds but it was greasy, tasted like cheese-heaven that held no mercy. Groaning at the taste.. “ohhh goodddd-” spilled from my lips as I ate more. Chewing and chewing, taking bites and bites. My eyes fluttering. A moan of contentment came from my lips. It was greasy, but it tasted good.
The crust or rather what the red dressed man called it was to die for, it was cheesy and stretchy! Moving it far as I can before the stretch broke. Making me scramble to eat it quickly, the thing is the foods were SOOO WARM! unlike Zaun. Cold rotting foods. With no proper materials.
After finishing the chicken and 'pizza slice’ I tried to drink out of the metallic capsule- the yellow one helped me open it, quickly opening with a
SIZZZ!!!!!!
seeing the bubbles. I downed it down immediately- guest rushing to my side. Sizzles against my tongue and well.. sugar. Happened. Making me smile. Reminiscing. The days me and isha ate together..
she’d love this.
Love the flavour..
oh isha…
I drank it all and sit it aside. Guest was patting my back.
“anyway- im Shedletsky. call me sheds for short!” The brown haired and yellow one says crossing his arms. “Im builderman, i build sentries and.. more.” The pale grey skinned one says. Crossing his arms. “I plan for the rounds and such. More..”
“👋🙋💥🤙💣🚗〰️” the one in a black robe had those emojis float on top his head. Weird- THATS REALLY WEIRD.
“I-im n-noob..” the yellow skinned one says shyly.
“dusekarr” the pumpkin one says. “Elliot.” The red dressed one says. “And that is chance.” He points at the one with the fedora flipping a coin. Making me scoff. “..and that one.. in the corner.. his name is 7n7… I advise you to stay away.. and that one? Over there?” He gestures to the black haired one. THATS holding a blade. That made me creeped out. Weirdly enough. “his name is two time. NEVER ACCEPT HIS INVITE FOR YOU TO JOIN THE SPAWN.” You side eyed him. So hard. You huffed out of boredom.
(Your first round)
I had weeks to prepair, during those weeks, i and builderman bonded. VERY DEEP!
We both liked to build/invent/create or whatev.
My hair grew out. LONG TO REBRAID IT. and for my signature style. it was weird. Becoming jinx/nickname again. I made my weapons, my machine gun, explosives, tricks.
(info. You cost 120$, description 'escaped from the arcane, died from the fall, yet still cracked. Powder/reader still alive, beating and alive in their own way. difficulty; ☆☆★★★ health: 1000/1000, stamina 5000, Stamina lose per sec 20 stamina lose per block 11. Stam gain per sec 50. abilities
“mouser!” you throw a mouser, which extracts pink powerful powder into the air. Stunning the killer for 3 sec and causing blindness II. Including surivors. That are too close. Two charges cooldown: 23 secs
“AAAAHHHH!” An anguish muffled cry by water. you will be immune to poison water, it’s either a passive or activated. No charges and no way to activate it on your own, it comes randomly. It’s limited only can be granted once
“..you’re perfect..” silco’s voice. Once activated you will go berserk. Maniacal and unstable. Your machine gun won’t stop shotting hallucations are easy to spot you can tell the difference, but if used more than two times, the illusions will get too real you’ll lose 100 percent health. No cooldown. Three charges.
“I ONLY WANTED TO HELP!” You will throw a the hex stone onto the ground. You cannot aim it. it can one shot the killer, one shot a group and yourself. Cannot be predicted. It’s too small to see. The explosion will be at least one mile long. Good luck escaping.
“Still DONT get huh? Sis/bro/sibs Im ALWAYS WITH YOU! Even if we’re worlds apart.” A dummy of vi/sibling will appear and you both will go against the killer ruthlessly. One of you dies in the end. Appears in LW/P/MS (last woman/man/person standing)
passives!
you constantly have hallucation IV. your not swift but if you’re level 100. Aka maxed out, you’re prob op. you will always have voice lines that are traumatic whisper in your ears whenever near death, you always see isha’s silhouette. Even in the cabin.
when explosives explode. You’re immediately on cooldown.
also, here’s the buffs, you’re fast enough to out run c00lkid. You literally can kill a survivor/killer with the hexstone. You only have a stash on you. And your machine gun can stun the killer alongside your pistol. You can last the longest with 1x4.)
guest and I actually.. have abit in common. Noob, Elliot, shed are the ones who cook for me. Sadly enough.. two time and I are the same in a few ways. Maniacal- and the others are like my friends.. somehow.
we’re sticking together. They say it’s hell here.. but I’ve been through worse- I was interrupted from my thoughts.
This rounds killer is.. 1X1X1X1X1X1X1X
I was sat down playing with my braids. (BRAIDS CAN BE FEMININE AND MASCULINE. FIGHT ME.) The rings in them to be precise. Lifting it up and admiring it in the moonlight and chewing on it. When suddenly- a loud booming voice yelled. “I PRESENT YOU. MASS INFECTION!” Swiftly i scrambled onto my feet and ran to the side. Slipping. Quickly reaching behind my back, unclippijg the straps around the machine gun from my back. I narrowed my glaze. The toxic pink in my eyes glowing at the person- they wore a neon crown, with a red glowing star as an eye. Shimmering dangerously
i stared at the star. My knees buckling on instinct. “YOU!-” the person tried to run toward you- before. You tried to shoot the machine gun- it was jammed all the sudden- out of panic and desperation, I threw it at the person and dashed for it. Long braids trailing behind me. the person couldn’t reach up, sad enough to say.
“HA!” I laughed Running towards one of the survivors stopping my run.
“hey builder, do you have a sentry set up or- like a gun machine?” “..uh yeah? Why yo-”
“GET BACK HERE!”
“..im guessing you met.. 1x4.” Builderman grabs my hand- running towards his gun machines.
that had many sentries set up.
It was pink. And felt.. wet.
“THIS- IS MASS INFECTI-” they proceed to get shot 57 times.
I sprinted away as builder man built another gun machine.
It was a carnival, red and all, i sigh. Missing my shayla
(OUR SHAYLAAAA)
remembering her face.. was enough to make my shimmer infested tears form. Walking away continuing to explore. Finding a gen. Or what they call it. I began to work. On my knees working in the cords, making me frustrated i kicked it- BOOM! ITS DONESOO
“Huh.. that’s.. nice?” Walking away I went to go find other generators. Now at a birthday room. Or what it’s called.
(Guest)
weeks.. weeks ago.. was when I met this.. person.. jinx/nickname/reader. Our blue hair was what we had in common. Their pink hair streak charmed me abit. When they said they were experienced with kids made the butterflies I had in my stomach fly. Arise and flap their wings of emotion, love, cowardice..
I felt weird under their glaze. Under their eyes. Under their presence that is pure. So lucked to meet them.. the spectre brought a blessing. We’ve been through the worst, fought in battles. Unlike them. I wasn’t murderous.. or that traumatized. parents dead, died in battle, in contentment, blue, pale. So much alike.. they loved trinkets and dinkets as for i? I loved how they talked their heart off…
their beauty was outstanding. More beautiful than Lillie’s of the valleys of glory, and the paths gods have created. More beautiful than the Milky Way, eyes so pink.. the prettiest of pinks would envy their eyes.. the purples glints betray their flaws.
their hair felt softer than a lambs wool. Fluffier than a fluffed cat, eleganter than old times rhymes, pianos would stop just to hear them speak aloud with confidence. Their lousy and chaotic side more alluring than a moth to a light. Longing for the warmth of their hands.. crazy or not.. the spectre brought us an angel of beauty, and chaos.. one that welds the strongest and craziest yet wildest trinkets.
Goddamnit.. reader.. oh you.. just you alone was enough for me to die.. on the inside..
You were his pink.. he was your blue.. both meant for each other in history.. yet reversed nowadays. Oh darlin’.. darlin’..
if you knew.. he’d feel the most guilt ever meant for the most cruelest beings. Bags and bags he’d help you carry. Your trickery was intriguing.
those weeks.. were rollercoasters of love and longing.. and needince..
yet- greed cannot overtake this war veteran.. yes he may weld battles scars.. but your tattoos oversway him.. when we he braids your hair.. he feels like heaven is closer than ever..
never before.. has he felt this type of love.. oh.. reader.. oh reader..
yes your experiments were scary.. loud and blasting.. exploding and on fire.. yet you made him feel free.. and young again.. and again.. yet- he wished he was the one.. the one for you.. and the one you need and deserve.. making him feel sadness.. yet he carried on.. if you left him.. alone or abandoned him..
he wouldn’t know how to exist.. he forgot how to depend onto himself.. not you.. everything- his everything was you.. you getting hurt would set him off.. him alone.. your body seems frail.. you’re faster than anything, faster than a heartbeat, faster than an arrow-
“GUEST- GODDAMNIT- FUCKING HELP!” Chance yells at guest snapping him out of his thoughts.
(Guest’s pov. Seriously.)
I charged at 1x. With a war cry. “RAGHHH!” Loud as I can. Memories flashing. Fading away.
this was their first round..
Stunning 1x. It led to a punch afterward. Running toward where I assume (reader) was. there.. there they were.. elegant.. beautiful.. pretty.. and breathtaking as ever.. their braids trailing behind them.. looking up at the moon..
“..reader..?” I muster up. “..yea?” They reply turning around. I could’ve had a heart attack..
“You alright..?”
“Yeah- why?”
“..no reason.. no reason at all.”
“Okaay?” They chuckled. Their giggles were worth to die for.
the timer ticked. “..so you find out your abilities?” I stared at her eyes
“No.”
(time skip currently. Your pov)
years ago I came here. In forsaken, confused. Yet good. I didn’t understand. Never did to begin with..
but what I knew was.. survival was all. I remember my first death. Caused by John Doe.
Guest, Elliot we were a trio. Blue, pink, orange. Builder man was a mentor on how to test trinkets and make sure they’re Not whacky.
I found out my abilities.. months after being here. Yet a few killers admired.. my chaos.. I left behind.
yet- I always see her.. her.. isha…
sure I’ve stood in one place.. whenever I saw her.. illusion. I throw the stones..
..why am I like this..
WHY. WHY DO I HAVE TO DO THIS- WHY DO I HAVE. TO. ENDURE THIS ANYMORE LONGER.
BRING ME BACK TO THE HELLS I RESIDED-
“..reader.. mustn’t i ask.. why your like this.. tell me your story reader..” dusekarr stared at my eyes. As I sat on the table. Knees in front of my chest.
“..where I come from.. theres two parts of the world. One rich and lucky. HA- hah.. it was called piltover. Oh pilities. With their damn gold. And marble tiles. however- the other dark, gloomy, sad and exposed to the bad.. called Zaun..”
(GUYS IM WORKING ON IT OK?! I JS LET YALL HAVE SNEAKPEAKS NOW PLEASE BLOW UP IN LIKE FUCKN THREE WEEKS!)
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OK. SO IM WORKING ON MY NEXT POST.
IMMA PROVE YALL WRONG I SAW THE VOTES WHEN I VOTED!! so. ILL DO BOTHH!! I NEED HELP THO
so im working on jinx!reader. And I need to do a character. So place your votes!
JINX!READERS PAIRING
chance🎰🎰
Elliot🍕🍕
Guest👊👊
two time꥟꥟
Noob🥤🥤
007n7🍔🍔
Shedletfat🍗🍗
Builderman🧰🧰
Taph💥🪧
1x1x1x1x⚔️⚔️
Jason/slasher🔪
(more.)
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i knew the rumours were spreading far and wide across the Orr empire but looks like now it’s to the point where even an introvert living in the outskirts of a small frigid village knows the legend of Yuder Ail - whose exceptional power and ✨BEAUTY✨ captured the heart of the Duke of Peletta
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WHAT DO YOU WANT!
PLACE YOUR VOTES AND DW ISHA IS HALF DONE AND THERES A THIRD. SO ILL POST THEM AND WORK ON THEM. IMPROVE EVEN!
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NONO- FATHER!
summary: ####### is talking about that day on a documentary. (An au)
warnings: MENTIONS OF DEATH, SA.
——-her pov_
-I barely remember it. That day.. the day they raided us.. the day I was chased into that FOREST..
- in the winter.. cold.. fuck.. i shiver at those memories…” “
what else?” “It- it was a pine forest.. bacons chased us- Charlie ran taking her- crystal with her.. daisy was in an cabin- or I think it was..”
“ok so describe the bacons..?” “..bacon hair.. pale skin.. one was brown. He had a scar? On his chin.. if I remember correctly.. then he did wear.. sunglasses? I don’t know.. then I did remember… the other was pale white.. with no marks just a rose tattoo on his.. waist..” “ok.. what else..? What colour was-“ “I WAS 12! TWELVE AND YOU ASK THIS?!”
“Im- im sorry ma’am.. but.. what else..?”
“I think- the location was near an abandoned cabin.. must be in ruins at this point… they were on a radio.. speaking of a..
1337..? then.. a person named thebacon general?… I can’t remember what else.. then a ‘spect’? I don’t know.. and a mention of a forsakened realm.. I don’t know..”
“alright.. ok… what they mentioned must be a code name.. what did they do to you exactly?..”
“..”
“a lot..”
“..you do realize that.. this document is not real right? you’re in a limbo. This is all of his doings right? This is a hallucination. A hoax?- YOU GET THAT YERDUA?!”
“..I get that.” I stated T the hologram as it glitched. the grandfather clock rang.. “..maybe.. just Maybe.. father didn’t die..” (only one of that is that she didn’t exist.)
“..mAyBĚ IN ANOTHER universe..?“
..
In another universe where she wasn’t forsakened..
so was 1337.
”..hi dad.. I came here.. to check up…“ she walks to the gravestone holding flowers.. "you’re such a hero… everyone at school looks up at you..” she tears up
“..I miss you.. dad… Next year I’m turning 13.. can you believe that..? A teen…” she began to cry.. “..why did you do–”
she then was forsakened..
..another
where she was killed.
“..what do you mean she’s dead..? No..” guest stared at the man in front of him.. “I’m sorry sir.. but.. she was found at an abandoned building.. dead. traces of dna in her-” “..I don’t wanna hear about it. You mean my daughter- MY YOUNGEST! is dead!?”
“I’m sorry sir.. but.. we think she was…”
“..what..?”
“…r-” “..who are the bastards.” “We don’t have a lead..” “TELL ME NOW.” She was killed then S/A’d
—ANOTHER..
“..dad..?” “Yeah..?”
“why is 7n7 hated..?” “He’s the father of C00lkidd.. and a hacker..”
“that’s mean..” “I know..”
“but he struggled so much..” “yeah.. he did..” the cabin flickers..
—-another..
“HAHAHAHAH-”
“STOP AUDREY-” “BAHAHAHAHA!” She was mad. Crazy and lost her sanity in the forsaken
—-ANOTHER
“..I just.. killed my own father..”
“it’s nothing to worry about.”
“..how..?” “..he respawns.”
“..what does respawning mean?”
“he’s in his second life..” azure murmurs
ANOTHER
She walked up to the alter.. wedding music playing..
Her groom standing there.. smiling.. she almost cried.. his father walked her down the isle..
“oh god..” she smiled with tears.. the thing is… she wished her father was here.. but.. afterward.. she was forsakened..
—another
“..Charlie..?” She walks to her sister’s murdered corpse.. “..Charlie..? Wake up! Cmon! The game isn’t finished!” Five year old 1339.. was confused..
– ANOTHER FUCK!
..she stared at the spawn symbol now on her arm..
“..may the spawn bless you for joining..”
she stared at the insane person in front of her.
–NONONO CHANGE! DAMNIT!
“..are you man enough? TO TAKE THE BLAME!” She held her father up in the air.. he tried to escape her grasp.. but- SNAP.
—FUCKING LISTEN.
“..so your dad’s 1337?” “Yeah..?”
Bluudud stared at Audrey who stared back..
“Heh.. you’re more lame than him probably!” “..ok..?”
—GODDAMNIT!
“..STOP. THERES NONE ACCEPT THAT.”
“..why should I. Alice?”
“BECAUSE YOU’LL ANGER IT AND YOULL BE REMOVED. TO THE DARKEST PITS OF FORSAKEN WHERE YOU CANNOT SEE ANYONE! NOT EVEN HIM.”
“how do YOU KNOW THAT!”
“BECAUSE I JUST KNOW. I MAY BE IN THE REAL WORLD. YOUR MY VESSEL. A PERSONA OF ME. YOU AND I ARE ACTUALLY ALIKE. And I won’t be able to protect and secure your role. if the spectre finds out.”
“what do you mean A VESSEL?!”
“I MEAN AS IN I CONTROL YOU.”
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quotes.
Guest: So whats 5 x 5.
You: *writes 12*
guest: THATS WRONG. AGAIN.
You: WAAAAAA-
—
Noob: hear me out..
Elliot: it’s goddamn 666 isn’t it.
noob: how’d you know?!
Elliot:..😠.. you TOLD ME THAT THE WHOLE DAY
Noob:..anyway hear me out-
—-
N7: ..I miss my son..
You: HELLO SALIO-
1337: you do realize that I too have a daughter?
you: HELLO CAPTAIN!
chance: ..they do this a lot do they?
Elliot: yup..
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You: I wish someone loved me..
Chance: *holding gifts.*
Elliot: *just watched you finish eating a heart shaped pizza* ..you do..?
007n7: *held plushes*
noob:..WHERE THE FLIP IS MY COLAS?!-
—
everyone: *fighting*
you: lmao.. what if the fan fell and hit you all?
them: *in unison* ..you’re sickening.
The fan: falls on everyone. Damaging mafiaso so the most.
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THATS DA BEST.
