Lovely | Terrornuckle

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Saturday
October 6, 2018.

I allowed a small snort out as I tapped at my keyboard.
"It'd be nice if you could not do that" I mumbled, Evan decided to "Nuke-Tube" the room, which killed me and Evan instantly. Brock loudly exclaimed, "Dammit! You died, Brian!"
Four of us, including me, were playing prop hunt. Evan and David were hunters and Brock and I were the props. Evan giggled, only for Brock to call him a cheater. My cheeks dusted a light pink, with a small smile sitting upon my lips. I was now spectating Brock, he was a plate sitting on top of a kitchen counter. I dropped a few hints, watching as David appeared in the kitchen doorway.
"Stop giving me away, you dick!" Brock stammered angrily. I opened my mouth to reply, but David's deep voice intervened.
"Oh, you're in here are you?" He said goofily. I let out a huge snort, causing everyone else to laugh as well. After a minute our laughing stopped, and Brock tried to make a run for it. He got to the door, but David pulled out his shotgun and killed Brock instantly.

A couple hours passed and we soon became bored, Evan ended his recording and sat quietly in the Skype call.
"This is going to be a, lovely video" I said smiling whilst I clicked a few things and ended my recording. Brock chuckled before replying.
"I bet" He mumbled. Now the call was quiet and awkward. David had left a little bit ago because he was tired, Evan was just sitting in the call not saying anything, and Brock seemed to have something else on his mind. I huffed before speaking up.
"I'm going to bed, you guys. It's like 6:00 in the fucking morning" I spoke annoyed. Brock and Evan said goodbye before I exited the call.

I powered down my monitor and made my way to my bed, I plopped down and rubbed my eyes. My eyes fell droopy, the longer I sat there. Soon, I decided enough was enough and sprawled my body across my bed and small snores echoed throughout my room.

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