You've been a friend of BF ever since high school, but some things changed. Can you protect your friend from the Dearest control? Find out now.
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"Where's GF?" You asked yourself.
"Your fate isn't in your hand, (Y/N)."
"What? Who's there...
I miss them, but... why... we're not even real siblings. It's complicated. (Now where have I heard that before?) I've never seen their small faces since I was ten. I then heard my phone go off.
(Y/N): Oh, funk I forgot I had a job interview with someone.
I picked up the phone and the young feminine answered.
??? (Over the Phone): Hello?
(Y/N): Uh, yes, it's me...? (Y/N). Can I help you?
??? (Over the Phone): Oh it's you I didn't think you'd actually answer.
(Y/N): Of course, I'd never leave anyone hanging. So what's your name?
Grace Dearest (Over the Phone): It's... Grace... Grace Dearest.
(Y/N): Not a confident public speaker eh?
Grace (Over the Phone): No, not after... *Sob*.
(Y/N): Hey, you, all right? Sorry, if it's a sensitive topic... but... I still need to know why you called me.
Jeez, I know how to make people sad, don't I?
Grace (Over the Phone): Oh, yes. Of course, I need help finding my best friend... Benjamin Fairest. He has dyed cerulean blue hair. His natural hair color is blond. He wears a red beanie with green, red, and blue polka dots on its rim. He wears a periwinkle hoodie with a pale red caution sign on the center, navy blue jeans, and red sneakers with black laces. In his right hand, he always has his *Sigh* trusty paintbrush with him.
She said in between sobs.
(Y/N): He lost or something?
Grace (Over the Phone): You could put it that way.
(Y/N): And your last name was?
Grace (Over the Phone): Dearest.
(Y/N): Okay... Wait... What?
Grace (Over the Phone): Y-yeah...
(Y/N):Okay...
I didn't even need to be there and I could practically sense the fear coursing through her body. This girl... I might not know what's wrong with her, but her fear... is off the charts.
(Y/N): Fear, huh? I used to have one too.
I said with a colder voice.
Grace (Over the Phone): Huh? About what? You were born with that watch melded to your hand. What was there to be afraid of?
(Y/N): You wouldn't understand. Either way... Noon tomorrow?
Grace (Over the Phone): Yeah... I think I can suffice for tomorrow at twelve.
I cut the call. Then heard a knock at the door.
(Y/N): Huh? Who could that be?
I opened the door... and...
(Y/N): Oh, hey Hex, what's good?
Hex has a head resembling a television, antennas, and a black screen. He has grey metal, black bolts, and flat feet. He wears a white basketball shirt and orange shorts and goes barefoot.
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