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marley >> enigma

you woke with a stir and a pit in your stomach.

"today's the day," you told yourself, swinging your legs to the edge of the bed. "all or nothing."

your closest friend, marley, set up a date for you two to record with the rest of the group. the details were laid out the night before.

m: least kills does a face reveal?

d: if those are the stakes, i'm out

c: right, ur one ugly lad, ain'tcha?

y: be nice, custard. dom and marl know each other in real life anyway.

c: true. i use face cam on the daily so i'm out too

m: that leaves y/n and i :peeposhake:

y: the memer and the pro leaguer :monkaS:

c: it's hard to believe after countless video clips of you two flirting in-game, you've never shown each other your faces

d: prepare to b disappointed in marlet

y: marlet

m: marlet

c: marlet

<— bigboydom has left the group.

—> bigboydom was added to the group.

marley first knew of your name when you walked onstage to the 2017 siege invitationals. you were a competitor, one unknown before the show and one who concealed your identity with a black balaclava and backward baseball cap. as far as anyone knew, you only had sharp eyes and a sharper reaction time, as your team carried home the victory and earned the right to be the talking point of the franchise for seasons to come.

you gained notoriety faster than you could keep up, and your following began to stack in the millions.

the masked professional gamer. you were something of a dream.

marley wanted more.

once your follower count hit crossed the ten million mark, you knew social media was the career path you'd take. your identity was carried between different communities: masked vlogs with the misfits, podcasts with the goons, and even a late night talk show interview. you had such a public face, yet no face at all. freckles? curly hair? lip shape?

your persona was called "enigma," and a mystery you were.

marley wouldn't admit it, but he didn't originally have the nerve to ask you to join a session. he convinced dom to shoot you a quick discord dm, and as soon as it was sent, you were eagerly asking the plans. your appearances increased in frequency in his videos, and before you knew it, "marley x enigma compilation" was a trending result upon searching for both of your names. had either of you complained? well, no, but it left a sense of awkward tension and confused emotions with each recording.

bee-boop!

"look who finally woke up," custard's faint accent graced your ears. "we've been doing 1v2's."

"dope, dope," you added, eagerly waiting for the other two lads' names to glow in the call. "i could practically hear marley's sobs across my bedroom."

"you wish," marley quipped. "never once have i shed a tear in your name."

"yeah, i'll make you cry later," you retorted.

"please keep the horny out of the group call, thank you!" dom shouted, exasperated.

"i meant i'd make him cry from the L i'm gonna hand him, you dirty minded slut," you rolled your shoulders back. "throw us into a casual. i need to warm up."