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N/N: in this case scenario would mean a nickname that isn't tied directly to your name!
As the guard dog, nobody liked me; maybe one or two people. Not that they particularly liked each other, but most didn't like me at all.
Didn't stop that fuckhead Ben from inviting me to his weed-fest down in the basement. Ben knew his way around the internet, of course, the douche knew how to get free weed. Which leads to everyone around the mansion getting their fair share of non-sobriety.
"Hey shitface, how many bullet vibrators do you think will fit inside a balloon?" Nina asked, holding up a balloon and a bag. She was giggling, no doubt high as hell.
"The fuck?" I asked from behind my mask, my words muffling.
"Nina stole a bunch of vibrators from CVS," Ben says, snorting. He was high as hell too.
"Y'all are fuckin' weird—" Masky said, shoving passed me.
although I like to shit on Ben, he talks to me frequently and doesn't call me dog. He calls me (N/N) for whatever reason. Nina talks to me when she isn't suffocating Jeff with her love and affection.
I finally got passed the weirdness and was able to smoke a joint. The smell of weed was calming. Very calming. Stinky but calming.
When I finally started to feel.. happier, Nina came back over with a balloon that was shaking.
"The answer was 33." She giggles, holding up the balloon like a fisherman holding a fish they just caught.
"Cool."
(Short chapter I know, but I need ideas, if you have requests for a chapter or an idea to help the plot please share!)
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Mutt
Hayran KurguYou've known them for many years, not that they like you; you're just slenderman's mutt.
