Laughter filled my ears, and a smile graced my features. Currently, I was in a Calamity Revolution call... a group chat made by Dan, for all of us nerds to gather and roleplay. Caleb was screeching autistically as Mo whined, begging him to cease his cancerous behavior. Dan and Jackson were yelling at each other again, something about whether the O.U being could kill Crona. Mel and Jaden were well... silent, as per usual when Caleb went crazy. As for Sav and Ethan, they were probably off in their own call.
"Oi, Bri, make him stop! We gotta start the RP and Caleb won't shut up" Mo squeaked, and I focused back in on my friends, snapping back into reality.
"Caleb, shut your trap, please."
"Fuck up, Bri!"
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I wake with a jolt, gasping for breath, grabbing at the sheets... something was happening, something was coming, someone was coming for me... for us.... everyone would die. Everything would end. All things would change, for better or for worse, we couldn't stop it. It chose us. They chose us.
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