User blog:SinnerOfRandomness/My Ferome Comedy One-Shot

Now before I begin here, I want to note that this is' rated M for sexual content and language. If you're not okay with boyxboy, sex, and/or strong language, I'm telling you right now to read with caution.'

''Now for a little background before you read: This is based off of a part on one of my favorite video games, Corpse Party 2U. The students from Amun Bording School are all trapped in this haunted school called Heavenly Host Elementary. Piper will be playing the main antagonist in Corpse Party. In the original Corpse Party game, the main antagonist torments and brutally murders little children and traps new students from different schools. She also brutally murders them (hangs them, throws them against the wall at superspeed, makes them go insane and throw themselves out the window, etc. Note that I'm being very general here, there are more gory deaths than that). But, in Corpse Party 2U (it's meant to be sort of a parody of Corpse Party, but the creators of the original made it themselves) it's the main antagonist's birthday and she brings back everyone she killed for one day, to celebrate her birthday. It's extremely funny and I suggest you play it (just make sure you have some type of translator though...it's in Japanese XD). Okay so Fabian and Jerome will be Morishige and Yoshiki in this oneshot.''

''Okay now so that you understand the setting: In the game Yoshiki gets the main antagonist mad and she says that they all can have the chance to escape forever, but they have to play a game. The ones who want to have to participate in a race, a race to escape. She tells them that it won't be easy though. There are series of tasks they must complete in order to escape. And that is why Fabian and Jerome will be in the setting they are in.''

''If you have any questions after you have read please let me know in the comments and I'll try to explain to you the best I can. ''

With that said, please enjoy!



Anubis Party 2U: Piper’s Hysteric Birthday



Jerome and Fabian: Changing Room Race



Jerome’s P.O.V.

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<span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Oh my god stop bullshitting me, Fabian. Do we seriously have to dress up in this crap?” I hissed looking into the cardboard box in my hands. In it there was a beautiful, slightly yellowed wedding dress. You could tell it was used, but it was in pretty good condition.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Do I look happy about this, Jerome? I mean look at mine!” Fabian whined showing me his box in his hands. In it there was a black French Maid’s dress with cat ears to put on your head. I thought I could see a pair of fishnet tights in there too. I couldn’t help but chuckle.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“What?!” Fabian yelled.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Oh my God, have fun with that. I mean, it’s probably better than a freaking wedding dress but…” I trailed off.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Are you kidding me? I’d take the wedding dress any day than this...ugh…” Fabian said shivering.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Really? I mean, I think it’d be easier to walk in the Maid’s outfit than this crap.” I said.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Well if you like it so much, we can switch if you want.” Fabian suggested. I thought about it. Is a French Maid’s outfit <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">really <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> better than a wedding dress? I mean it comes with black cat ears and fishnet as well...I’m sure there are heels in that box too…

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I think I’m going to keep the wedding dress. Something bad will probably happen if we switch.” I sighed. Fabian nodded.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Oh God…” He said looking inside of his box.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“It’ll be okay...hopefully…”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“If Nina sees me in this I swear I’ll kill myself.” Fabian said.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I know the feeling, man.” I said. If Joy were to ever see me in this dress...oh God…

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I sighed and took the dress out of the box. I cringed at the sight of it. Any girl would be head over heels for this thing...but me? I’m male and I’m never going to have to wear a wedding dress. At least...not after this…

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">But if anything I feel a little worse for Fabian. I mean...the French Maid’s outfit is bad enough...there are cat ears as well...oh Fabian…

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Fabian made a face at the outfit.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Let’s just get this over with. I mean...it’s just...a...woman’s...outfit...heh?” I said. He glared at me.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“HEY I’M TRYING TO BE OPTIMISTIC HERE DON’T RAIN ON MY PARADE.” I yelled. Fabian just rolled his eyes and started to undress himself. He’s really gonna go through with this, then. I might as well do the same, I mean, I’m usually the one with more balls than Fabian...right…?

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Fabian and I had trouble figuring out how to get in these outfits. How do you women do this? The outfits were suspiciously the right size for us. Suddenly Fabian sighed with embarrassment.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Can you zip the back for me?” He said sounding so very enthusiastic. Note the sarcasm. I couldn’t hold back a laugh. He flipped the bird at me.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Alright, alright! Usually I’d tell you to do it yourself, but seeing as though I’ll probably need you to zip mine...I’ll do it.” I said.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I’ll zip you if you zip me.” Fabian said.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Deal.” I nodded, then I went behind him and tried to find the zipper. I couldn’t see it anywhere…

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Is there even a zipper?” I asked.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Well duh!” Fabian hissed. I tried to feel around for the zipper...seeing Fabian’s back tense up as I touched it. After a few minutes of feeling around for it, I found it, but it was in a spot Fabian would surely prefer me not to touch.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Well...I found it…” I started.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“What are you waiting for then?” He asked.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Um...I’m really trying not to make you uncomfortable...but...um...I…-” Fabian cut me off by sighing.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Just get it.” He said.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Are you sure?”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Yeah, just do it quickly.” He said, trying to get this over with. I grabbed the zipper, Fabian standing up straight almost immediately, tensing up even more.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Sorry…” I said. I zipped up the dress and started laughing.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Shut up.” He mumbled. I couldn’t though, I didn’t even see the front of him yet and I was laughing my ass off. Just wait until he puts on those cat ears, oh my God, I’ll be crying.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I said <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">shut up <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">.” Fabian said. I finally stopped myself although I had a smirk painted on my face. I turned around so that he could zip my dress up. My smirk went away once I realized I probably didn’t look much better. Fabian easily zipped my dress up without any problems, unlike when I zipped him up. I started laughing again while I turned around. Fabian looked unamused.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Well, Rutter, that dress certainly flatters your curves.” I said laughing. He glared at me and shook his head. I wasn’t done completely getting dressed, I still had white gloves to put on. They were almost identical to the dress’ pattern. I saw Fabian glance over at the cat ears he had yet to put on.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“We can’t go on to the next task unless we wear everything.” I said, snickering. He sighed and grabbed the cat ears.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Goddammit, fuck you Piper...fuck you for making me do this…” Fabian mumbled. Piper was truly evil, wasn’t she? She’s making us dress up in this...crap...but I suppose this is <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">a lot <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> better than what she usually does to us. I mean, she murdered most of us. She brought us all back for her stupid birthday party though…is she forgetting that it’s Patricia’s birthday as well? I suppose not, since she hasn’t made Patricia do anything she didn’t want to...in fact...she’s made her laugh quite a lot. I wish Piper wouldn’t make us wear this shit...I’d honestly rather be murdered than wear this. Especially if  Joy is watching.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Fabian groaned and reluctantly put on the cat ears.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“My, my, Fabian.” I said, laughing again.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“They’re not on right...they’re crooked…” Fabian said.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“So what? You have them on now so technically you have all parts of the outfit on, like Piper wanted.” I said. Fabian took the cat ears off for a moment then put them back on.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Is it like this…” Fabian trailed off. Something suddenly seemed off about him. As if something made him...drowsy for a moment.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“What’s wrong, Fabian?” I asked. Fabian’s eyes suddenly turned a magenta color and a creepy smile appeared on his face.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Come m’lady! I will assist you in your prepping!” Fabian said happily...in a really weird high voice. Something’s definitely off.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“What the hell? What are you saying dude…” I said, really disturbed.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Oh my! Such vulgar language!” Fabian said, still with the creepy high voice. I gave him a confused look.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“As a sophisticated lady of the house, I have politely reminded m’lady many a-times to pay extra attention to the way you speak!” Fabian scolded me. His voice was very high...very...very...high...and it really creeps me out.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“...what is wrong with you?” I asked. What the hell…?! I’m still very concerned about the color of his eyes. The whites and pupils are completely gone from his blue eyes, now the main color is...like...the pink you think of on Valentine’s Day.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“There is nothing wrong with myself! Rather there is something wrong with m’lady!” He said, seeming shocked at my question.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Who are you calling ‘m’lady’?! You feeling like a maid after you wore the clothes or something?!” I asked, really starting to freak out. Suddenly Fabian’s eyes went back to normal.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Who the fuck are you calling ‘maid’?! STOP BULLSHITTING ME!” Fabian yelled at me, his voice sounding normal again.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“You’re back!” I said, relieved. Then, just as my worries about him left me, his eyes turned that freaky pink color again.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“...M’lady! Why would you say such terrible things to me? Oh Is it perhaps I did or said something that made m’lady angry?” Fabian asked, his voice high again. He seemed like he was guilty of something that made me angry.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Huh? Oh my god you’re crazy again?! Ah, well, I did think you were kinda disturbing but…” I trailed off.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“If so, then please punish me!” He suggested in his creepy high pitched feminine voice. My eyes widened. <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Punish <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> me? WHAT THE HELL?!

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“If I have done anything that has angered m’lady, then please punish me to your heart’s content!” Fabian said. He almost seemed like he was begging to be punished. What kind of punishment was he asking for...though…?

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I came closer to him, my head tilted slightly.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“What kind of punishment do you have in mind?” I asked. Fabian’s eyes quickly went back to normal as he shoved me away from him.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“What on earth are you trying to do to me?!” Fabian yelled at me, looking frightened.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“C’mon man! You keep insisting I punish you, and then you push me away? You’re really confusing me!” I whined. Then, once again, his eyes turned pink again. He gasped.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“What a kind hearted person! Being so considerate for me!” He said happily.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Hey...um...Fabian?” I asked.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Please do not be so considerate about me. I will accept any kind of punishment!” Fabian insisted. I stepped away from him.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“....”

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I beg of you, m’lady! Punish me!” He begged, stepping closer.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I’ve been asking you what kind of punishment! Give me a fucking break, man!” I yelled.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Please do not say that! Punish me!” He begged.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“C’mon man…” I said.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Ahhhh! I beg of you! If I don’t receive my punishment from m’lady, I will surely lose my mind!” He pleaded. What the heck, man!? Why are you doing this to me?!

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Fabian...please...what has gotten into you…” I cried.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Uhhhhh...teasing me like this...you’re such a mean person! Just imagining m’lady punishing me, I get this tingling feeling throughout my body and my heart is set alight!” Fabian cried back. If anything I’m surely going to lose my mind.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“You’re freaking me out, man! Wait...is this what they call S&M or something?!” I yelled. Fabian’s eyes went back to normal.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Jerome...what do you plan on doing to me! Jesus stay away from me with your S&M crap!” Fabian said stepping far away from me. Is he aware of what he’s doing?

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I’m not into that shit! But…you’re so persistent with punishment or me being punished or some shit like that!” I yelled. And then his eyes went back to being that creepy pink.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Please…please spank my bottom!” IS THIS THE PUNISHMENT HE WANTED? SPANKING?! I groaned.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Would you be happy if I spanked you?” I asked. There was something extremely wrong. I don’t even think he’d do this with Nina so why me? It must be something with that...maid’s outfit…AHA! I know what it is! Patricia used to randomly go insane…because she was being possessed! FABIAN MUST BE POSSESSED!

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Hey Fabian! I...I...I think you’re being possessed by something!” I said. His eyes went back to normal.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“It seems so…I’ve been doing and saying things against my own will…” Fabian trailed off.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Looks like it.” I said. His eyes turned pink again.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Now! Please! Spank me! SPANK ME!” He begged.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“...can I really spank you, Fabian?” I asked. His eyes turned normal again.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“WHAT THE FUCK, JEROME?!” He yelled at me.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“But I get the feeling that if I spank the shit out of you, this spirit that is possessing you will go away!” I explained. His eyes turned pink.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“PLEASE SPANK MEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!” He screamed. Dear God…

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Fabian. This is definitely because of the outfit. I’m getting you out of it immediately.” I said. His eyes went back to normal and he started panting as if he was exhausted from something. Probably exhausted from this kinky shit spirit…

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“...I…agree…” He struggled to say.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Maybe if I just rip it off of you, the spirit will go away?” I suggested. His eyes turned pink again. I swear to God if he says something super kinky again…

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Nevermind my clothes! Please spank my bottom! Now! Please spank my bottom right now!” He commanded. Of course…

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Listen here, spirit! You say punishment but you just want me to spank his arse!” I yelled. His eyes went back to normal again.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“WHO THE HELL SAID ANYTHING ABOUT YOU SPANKING MY ARSE JEROME?!!??!! I SAID I AGREE WITH YOU RIPPING THIS FUCKING THING OFF OF ME NOT TO SPANK MY ARSE!” He screamed.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Alright, I can’t take this confusion and kinky shit anymore. I’M RIPPING IT OFF OF YOU. But don’t get mad, I’m going to be rough.” I said. I grabbed him and started ripping that stupid French Maid’s outfit off of him, the spirit rose from his body and screamed as I ripped it off of him, obviously leaving his body.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">After a few minutes, that outfit was off of him completely. As he got dressed in his regular clothes, I looked at my dress. I’m still in a wedding dress. All of this happened while I was in a wedding dress. What. The. Fuck. Oh God if anyone saw this...oh God oh God oh God…

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I was wondering what was going to happen next…but I’m safe now thanks to you, Jerome.” He said thanking me once he was done getting changed. The white shirt that goes with our uniform was unbuttoned on him and our uniform’s blazer was over his shoulder.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I’m a victim too, you know. But I’m seriously glad you’re back to normal, man.” I said truthfully.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“But if someone was watching all of that, I really would freak out…” Fabian trailed off.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Well all you did was yell ‘Spank my bottom, please!’ AHAHAHAHAHA!” I laughed.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Jerome.” He said glaring at me.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I know, I know. I won’t tell anyone. I promise.” I said.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I’m glad you understand.” He said. Suddenly there was a bang. We both turned straight to the source of the sound. But I saw nothing.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Is someone there?” I asked. Was it just my imagination?

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“No. There was definitely a sound.” Fabian said crossing his arms.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Come out! I know you’re hiding in there!” I yelled. Suddenly a guy, he looked like he was a college graduate, popped out from underneath the boxes with a camera. He had a red hoodie on with some video game logo on his shirt. He had a black beanie on and shaggy dirty blonde hair. His camouflage pants were extremely baggy.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“WAAAH! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make you mad or anything!” He cried, particularly looking at Fabian who looked like he was going to bash his skull in.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“...who the hell are you?” Fabian asked.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Sorry I didn’t introduce myself! I’m the crash-in reporter, Marvin Burke!” He said.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“C-crash in reporter?” Fabian asked.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“So what is a crash-in reporter doing in a place like this?” I asked, suspicious of Marvin.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Well I was doing a...live…commentary? Heh?” Marvin said.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“A LIVE COMMENTARY?!!?!” Fabian screamed.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Wait, then that means you were showing all of what just happened to somebody?” I asked.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Y-yeah. I guess so. Well, I was kinda forced to do it. Not everybody here can fight against Piper like you guys, you know.” Marvin explained.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“W-who cares about that?!” Fabian whined.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I’M SORRY SIR!” Marvin said shielding his face, afraid Fabian was going to hurt him.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Where was that live commentary you said you were filming broadcasted to? Actually, no. Don’t tell me. It was a place Nina was watching wasn’t it…” Fabian sighed.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Nina? I’m not sure if a Nina girl was watching it, but Piper said she was going to show it at the auditorium so…” Marvin said.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“So that means all of the people who are in the auditorium saw what just happened?” Fabian asked.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I guess so?” Marvin said. Suddenly a microphone came on. I could tell because there was a piercing noise coming from the speaker.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“F-Fabian?” A voice stuttered. It sounded like...Nina...oh no…

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“That voice is...Nina…it’s Nina...Nina you were watching this entire time…?” Fabian asked. He sounded like he was going to freak out.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Yeah. I was trying not to look...but your voice…” Nina trailed off. Oh Fabian oh my God…

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Fabian suddenly screamed as loud as his lungs could possibly allow him to. He grabbed his head and crumbled to the floor while screaming and crying...his scream sounded like it could break Heaven and Earth all at once…

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Then he started laughing insanely. It was really starting to freak me out...how insane he was getting…

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Don’t look...don’t look at me Nina...DON’T LOOK AT ME!!” Fabian screamed while laughing.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Oh my God Fabian! Calm down! No use crying over spilled milk!” I yelled over his laughs. He stopped and gave me the death stare.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Jerome! You have NO idea how I feel! This shock...the horror...YOU WILL NEVER KNOW!” He growled at me.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Can’t be helped it seems. You wanna take just a commemorative picture about it then, yeah?” I asked grabbing his iPhone.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“W-what are you doing?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY CELLPHONE?!” He yelled at me.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“A selfie, duh! Ahh, here we go!” I snickered, figuring out how to use the phone. I turned on the camera app and aimed the camera at Fabian.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“STOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!!!!” He screamed. Perfect pose, Fabian. I snapped the camera taking a picture of him screaming.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“JEROME YOU BASTARD!” He screamed at me.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“No need to get upset, man! Huh? Oh...you’re...actually...mad…?” I said.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Jerome, you’ve invaded a part of me that you should have NEVER touched…” He growled.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“It was supposed to be a shock treatment but...c’mon calm down, I’ll delete it alright? Okay...how do you do that though?” I asked going to his gallery. I saw some weird looking pictures...but I didn’t click on them because I knew he’d get even more angry if I did.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">He snatched the iPhone violently from my hands and hid it from me.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“No need to take it so violently! It’s your cellphone after all...you could’ve just asked and I would’ve given it back to you, you know…” I said.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“...you saw…” He said quietly.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Huh?” I asked.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“You saw it...you too…” He whispered.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Well, um, I’ve been here the entire time...so…of course I saw it…” I said, confused. I mean, I was right there...I was the one being told to spank him so…

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“NOT THAT YOU DUMBASS! THE PICTURES! YOU SAW MY PICTURES!” Fabian screamed.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Oh...yeah...I saw them...but I didn’t click on them because I knew you’d get angry!” I said. He started laughing insanely again.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“This is so funny….!” He laughed. Marvin was freaking out in a corner.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“The forest…the forest is calling me!” Fabian said, his eyes popping out of his head as he laughed. With his eyes blank...Fabian wandered out of the room like a ghost…

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“H-hey! Fabian! Where are you going?! How did you get out of the room without your outfit on!” I called out.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Is he alright? Ugh this is all my fault, isn’t it?” Marvin asked from his corner.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“FABIAN!” I screamed. I ran to the door but I fell on my face. There was some type of invisible wall in my way.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“W-what…?” I said.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“There doesn’t seem to be anything there!” Marvin said.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“That’s because you’re not a contender in this race. I am. Fabian is. How did Fabian get out though?” I asked.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Then that means you haven’t finished putting your outfit on. I think if you finish putting it on, you’ll be able to get through.” Marvin said.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“That’s right! A contender has to properly change to move on to the next stage of the race! I said that before, didn’t I?” Piper said through the speakers. Oh Piper…

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Goddammit. Old man! Help me change into these clothes! If I don’t hurry then Fabian is…” I trailed off.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Ah...okay! My age isn’t that different from yours though...old man kinda hurts…” Marvin said.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Old man! Hurry!” I yelled.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Ah! Sorry!” Marvin said.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:27px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">✘✘✘✘

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Fabian? Fabian! FABIAN! Please respond!” I yelled through the forest. I thought I heard him laughing insanely again...but it was probably just my imagination. This dress is so uncomfortable…

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Fabian! Please respond to me! It’s Jerome! I’m not mad at you or anything! Why are you hiding from me?” I cried. Where did you go Fabian? Is this forest made to get people lost because I don’t know where I am anymore…

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Fabian! Please! I’m sorry about messing with your phone! I’m sorry about going through your photos! Just please come back! Fabian!” I yelled. I felt tears rolling off of my cheeks.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Jesus, Fabian! Why are you so upset about the maid pictures! I’m sure the others will understand if you just tell them Piper made you do it or that you were possessed!” I yelled. I remember seeing bloody pictures on his phone though…maybe that’s what he meant? I didn’t really care about them though...I mean...I’m sure it was nothing…

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Jerome? Jerome! Can you hear me?” I heard Alfie’s voice say. There were speakers out here too?

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Alfie? Is that you?” I asked.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Ah! I’m glad you can hear me.” Alfie said.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Can you see where Fabian is from there?!” I asked.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“No…I don’t know where the hell he went…nevermind that Jerome, listen to me.” He said.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“ <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Nevermind <span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">? YOU’RE NOT EVEN WORRIED ABOUT HIM AT ALL!” I yelled. Alfie’s closer to Fabian than I am and he’s not even worried! What the hell!?

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Of course I’m worried about Fabian! He’s one of my best friends, Jerome! I love him like a brother! But we have bigger problems right now!” Alfie said.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“What do you mean ‘bigger problem’? How is anything bigger than this!?” I yelled. Suddenly I heard Joy hyperventilating.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Don’t tell me that breathing sound is…” I trailed off.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Joy is…” Alfie trailed off.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“What happened to Joy?!” I yelled.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Joy is hyperventilating. She just fainted and her consciousness isn’t returning…” Alfie said.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Why?! Was Piper planning to split us up so that she can kill us one at a time or something?” I asked.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“No, Jerome. That wedding dress you’re wearing seems to be the one passed down in the Mercer family…and it seems that Joy was very excited to wear it in the future…” Alfie explained.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“So does that mean...this is...my...all my….all my fault?” I asked. Suddenly they stopped talking to me. Willow was talking to Alfie saying that she wasn’t breathing at all. Alfie was calling for Joy…in attempt to wake her up…everyone was screaming and crying…all I wanted to do was win this race and escape with Joy...why did it end up like this?

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Oh! Joy is dead now! Alllll thanks to Jerome!” Piper cheered.

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“You’re lying! You’re LYING! You’re lying you’re lying you’re lying! YOU’RE LYYYYYYYYYYYYINNNNNNNNNGGGGGG!!!!!!” I screamed as I cried.

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<span style="font-size:16px;font-family:'DroidSerif';color:rgb(0,0,0);font-style:italic;white-space:pre-wrap;">All thanks to Jerome...