Sidestrike

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V: Dude. How many days have it been since you've got.. Any..form of damn sleep? You look like those weird eye peeling spooky ghost monsters..

T: mm..i dunno, I wish I would but I can't. You bafoons stay up all night lighting fireworks and I can't even sleep in the first place. And didn't you like..attach Phynx to one..?

V: Phynx.. OH SHIT.

T: huh?

W: ... You didn't.. Leave.. Him tied to it.. Right? You..were sober enough to not light a huge, possible nuke, with your friend on it.. Correct?

V: long sto-

T: DUDE. WE NEED TO GET HIM BACK!

W: he's probably dead..

V: cool.

T:.. NOT COOL.

W: He's probably long gone dead if that thing like.. Completely exploded

V: it did. I saw his guts everywhere

T: this is SERIOUS, Vytrix.

W: We have to find him, guys.. But he could be God knows where because some IDIOT lit a firework because he snuck into his parents' fridge and took corona beers and chugged them like a crazy man and decided to grab a pack of matches and-

V: Fuck, you yap a lot, holy. He has Snapchat, maybe I can find him there by his location.

T: Are you and idiot. HIS PHONE COULD HAVE PROBABLY EXPLODED.

V: mmm..aye, don't you judge a book by its cover.

W: says you.

V: yeah, shut up, fat ass. We're trying to think and you're being a damn nerd.

W: I'm being LOGICAL.

T: You men argue too damn much.

V: okay, shut up, Tryrn. We're trying to find Phynx and you're not helping, you're just being a little bitchy bitch girl and yapping trying to stop me from fighting with your little boyfriend.

T: I'M NOT. I'M JUST TRYING TO SHUT Y'ALL UP TO WE CAN FIND THIS DUDE.

V: what do you want us to do, walk about and yell for him?

*BURST THROUGH RANDOM DOOR*

P: VYTRIX.

T & W: ....

V: Sup, man. Fun travels or whatever?

P: YOU ALMOST KILLED ME, NO!

V: Pussy.

P: VYTRIX.

V: hmmm?? haha..

P: you don't understand how badly I want to murder you sometimes. I fantasize on it.

V: awhh you think about me? How cute

P: I want you dead.

T: PHYNX!  *Hug 🙀*

P: Hi, Tryrn..

V: Damn, Try, you're always trying to hit on guys huh?

T: you need to shut up sometimes..

P: you do.

V: I find it quite fascinating how nearly all of this stupid friend group except William hate my guts completely, sometimes fantasize on me dying at that.

P: you're highly annoying.

V: oh yeah, how?

P: maybe the fact you've tied me to a firework, put fish blood into William's home made popsicles, laugh at Tryrn for getting attacked by those weird skinwalker
things, and found it completely normal to get us all possessed by a possible spawn of Satan and just take it so casually.