en honor a lo que mencionó el creador de contenido en su video de 'leyendo wattpads de mis amigos'
Esto es solo humor y se conoce tanto como se respeta el hecho de que el creador de contenido tenga pareja.
Esto se centra en el evento de los backrooms minecraft, momento en que este icónico audio de 'hay mi locogod' tuvo una primera aparición al ser presentado al público por Locochon
Character description:
*Soaring: bold, fruity, gossip girl, a person who reads gay fanfiction about his mutuals, ships two friends, mocked Locochon at the start of the game and has no regret of it.*
*Strength: 20%
Resistance: 40%
Intelligence: 60%
Gayness: INFINITE%
(Weakness: intelligence dares, puzzles)
Status:
Ch-1 (cheerful- friendly- playful)
Ch-2 (???-???)
Etc*
*Locochon: cold, weird, hates wattpad, has certain feelings for Soaring, disgust and doubt, he considers Soaring his enemy for mocking him at the start of the stage.*
*Strength: 50%
Resistance: 90%
Intelligence: 60%
Gayness: 20%*
*(Weakness: wears glasses, blind, old man, cringy things)*
*Status:*
*Ch-1 (weirded out, hyped, nerdy)
Ch-2(???-???)
Etc*
*DUXO:*
*In a mutual encounter with his old school friend, Aquino, thanks to the game.*
*Dark hair, a liking to penguins. and if in a horror movie he would be cataloged as 'the first one to die'*
BOOK #3
He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous.
I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time.
Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is.
I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me.
Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way.
But we can't... we're not supposed to be together.
We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide.
Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me.
But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him.
And still, he doesn't care.
----
Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected.
Exactly my type.
I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in.
And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe.
But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me?
I want him. And I will have him.