₊˚ʚ 🌿₊˚✧ ﾟ. ᴘᴜɴᴋ! ᴡ4ᴋ3 ᴜᴘ!

Griefer sat at home, in front of his expensive computer setup that his father bought him lately, staring at the text app for almost hours now, it’s the first time he hasn’t just been playing the same pvp game for hours

He sat there, toying with the half torn green goop cards his dad got that he didn’t like so he tore them..annoyed that you weren’t replying, you had given him the cure and now he was beyond obsessed with trying to get your attention as a form of weird gratitude for doing so, he was acting extremely spoilt and believed that the attention he gave you was enough

He finally hunched over the computer and begins typing

“PUNK, WH4T R U D01NG!?” “R U TH3R3? 0R F4ST 4SL33P???” “PUNK!!! WH4T R U D01NG!?” “WHY 4R3NT U 4NSW3R1NG T0 M3”

He spammed you annoyed, of course you were half asleep, what else could you be doing after getting your ass handed to you numerous times today? All heroes needed some rest didn’t they? And you sure didn’t want to really deal with a brat like him do you?