* The Secrets Behind His Mask * {( H 2 O V A N O S S )} [✅]

Chapter 1: Charm Can Go Fuck Itself~

Jonathan POV:

A C-4 was chucked at my face and I tried to dodge it, failing as the explosive imploded. Big red letters flashed on my screen that read 'WASTED- you were exploded by Vanoss' and I laughed loudly into my headset, "Fuck you Vanoss!" I half expected him to reply with a 'gotcha bitch' but his end of the line was silent. This was odd but I brushed it off and respawned, continuing our GTA session. The skype call consisted of Tyler (IAmWildCat), Lui Calibre, Brian (Terrorizer), David (Daithi De Nogla), Evan (VanossGaming) and I, which was pretty much my regular group to play GTA with.

"Hey, hey Vanoss," I say jumping up near his character, "what do you call a magic detective?"

"I don't know, man, what?" he asked with a small laugh.

"Clue-dini!" I yell into the microphone, laughing my oh so delirious laugh. I heard Evan chuckle a bit behind all of the other guys's booing and loud cackling, I made Evan laugh, and that made me smile.

"Did you just pull that shit from your ass?" Nogla laughed as he ran to me holding a knife.

"I sure fuckin' did, Nogla," I laugh back running away from him, knowing he was gonna beat me down if I didn't, getting into a car with Evan.

After a little while longer of playing, everyone started to feel tired. It was around the time when everyone started to log off and just as I expected, Wildcat started to yell into his microphone, "Bye, bitches!" as he disconnected from the call.

"Yea, alright motherfuckers, it was real fun," Nogla said with his thick irish accent, signing off as well. Soon, one by one the boys signed off leaving just me and Vanoss.

"Looks like we're the only ones left... again." I laughed under my breath. "So, do you wanna keep playing or do you have to sign off as well?" Usually, I'd leave after it was just me and Vanoss but I felt like something was up with him. He seemed uncharacteristically out of it during our session.

There was a pause which I suspect was Even checking a clock or something. "Uh... Yeah, sure. Why the hell not." He sounded worn down but I ignored it and the two of us spawned into the familiar GTA world.

"So, uh, Evan... how's life?" I ask trying to break the awkward silence.

"You know, it's alright." Evan replied in a tone that suggested he was shrugging apathetically. His behavior was so foreign to me. I was just so used to the way he shouted swears like no ones business and laughed, being his usual self.

"Come on Ev, cut the shit," I say a little exasperated with all of the clear bullshit he was giving me.

"I don't know wh-"

"Something's wrong and I know it," I sighed quickly cutting him off from giving me more of that bullshit I was talking about.

"It's nothing, man," he sighed in return, "let's just play."

"Not until you tell me why you're acting so weird," I push stubbornly, crossing my arms even though he couldn't see them. Vanoss's side was silent so I went motherfuking delirious, "do I needa beat some punk bitch ass up? Whatever you need me to do, I'll do it! I'll cut a bitch, then I'll fucking shove the body somewhere and just I don't know what I would do next but it would probably be batshit crazy, man!"

"Delirious, stop," Evan sadly chuckled, "you don't have to do anything like that... it's nothing like that..."

"Well, tell me then, I'm listening," I say moving my tone from playful to a bit more serious.

"It's kinda stupid, man," Evan said, "I don't want to bother you with it."

"Evvaaaaaaan," I whined very child-like, "tell meeee."