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...
There was a stray dog that was barking at the boy who looked exactly how Grace described Benjamin Fairest.
A man with dyed cerulean blue hair, wearing a red beanie, a periwinkle hoodie, navy blue jeans, and red sneakers, holds a paintbrush.
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I delivered a swift uppercut that sent the dog flying.
Benjamin: Thanks Toughie.
(Y/N) as Whamphire: That's kinda soft... and it's (Y/N), the names (Y/N).
Benjamin: Wait, huh?
He looked up to realize he wasn't talking to who he thought he was. He slowly backed into the wall behind him. I then transform back.
(Y/N): (Y/N), what's your name?
Benjamin: Benjamin, uh... thanks for saving me.
(Y/N): You scared of dogs or somethin'?
Benjamin: I'm afraid of a lot of things.
(Y/N): Like being a disappointment for your childhood friend?
Benjamin: Yeah... wait... how do you know?
(Y/N): Just a hunch.
You felt a gun pointed at your head.
(Soft) Pico: Who are you?
He too looked exactly how Grace described him.
A man in a dark green hoodie, denim blue pants, black sneakers, fingerless gloves, spray paint can, and black bandana with white "X" over nose and mouth.
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(Y/N): Pico my man, where's Nene?
(Soft) Pico: Who the hell is that and how do you know mah name?
(Y/N): (So... just I thought there are also clones of him as well.) Well, I mean I've heard a lot of you two. Like both your skills of art and music, I thought we could have a friendly little art or music competition.
