Smii7y+ House And The Return Of The Entity

Chapter 1- The Return To Normality

"There's a guy!"

"Don't worry about it."

"There is no longer a guy. He is now part of the car."

"He would of wanted to go out that way."

"Sniper behind!"

"Shit!"

"And The car is going to blow up in 3...... 2...... 1......"

"Whole team pushing!"

"Man we're dead."

The sound of a desk being slammed would follow gunshots, as a message that read 'round lost' was displayed on the screen of a computer.

"Bruh. Bruh. Bruh. Bruh."

"You good Grizzy?"

"I think the Nelson is mad we lost."

"It's Warzone Grizzy. We don't play it to win. We play it to mess around and do stupid shit."

"I fucking know that Smii7y. But I want to fucking win as well."

"You can't have everything Grizzy. Besides we can try again. It is a game after all."

Smii7y, Blarg, Grizzy and Puffer would all be in a discord call together, having a session of Warzone to record and upload on their channels.

They recovered from their physical wounds a while back, but it had taken them ages to catch up and return to normality, due to the severity of their mental injuries, wounds that can't be cured.

Despite the ever looming shadow of the mental pain and suffering, the mere memory of what they endured has faded into oblivion, left long forgotten, never to be remembered again.

They will never be able to recover from the mental scarring, for there are some things that once you see, you cannot unsee, these things can be forgotten, but will never truly be gone.