I quickly stood up, dropping pretending to be asleep. I held onto the desk to even stand, my legs feeling like weak toothpicks, as if they could snap at any moment. I blinked, trying to see what was around. There were two short gremlins standing there, staring at me like I was a lab rat. I freaked out, and spotted an exit into another room, labeled #vent.
I ran in, panting, looking at the ground. There were two more people in there, a tall man with black hair and a must shorter nonbinary of which's hair seemed undescribeable. They both turned towards me, one looking anxious while the other looked rather angered. It was the male who was angered, as he spoke up. His english was too broken for me to understand correctly, and his accent was too thick. He must be polish. It was difficult for me to hide my confusion. The shorter of the two spoke.
"Not another new guy. This server is too crowded anyway!"
"Server..?" I questioned the word, confused.
"You would probably call this a raiding ground!" The polish guy spoke more clearly this time, and then said a few more things I couldn't understand. I muttered under my breath, confused and a little afraid.
"Frog exposure! PLEASE SNIPE!" The nonbinary would hollar and clap their hands together like they were trying to summon a servant. A weird, deformed frog would appear out of thin air, scaring the living shit out of me. The frog would croak.
"MITZIBITCHI: What are you saying!?"
Shit, it heard everything I said. How was a frog even speaking? The frog disappeared. The man gasped, looking offended, and crossed his arms, turning away. "HMPH-"
"Aw, baby, it's okay. He's just a jerk." The nonbinary would hug the polish guy.
"Alright Gracie-" He hugged them back.
Finally, some NAMES! I began to catch the feeling I was unwanted there. I still didn't catch the name of the polish guy, but something told me trying to get it would be a poor decision.
I should probably go figure out where I am, I dash to a room called #discussion in a rush.
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