(PLAYER POV OH MY GOD I LOVE TOXICHERO SO MUCH)

(headcanon design involved as well.. gulp… I’ll have it in the description…💔)

You were the infamous… Player. Hero. Whatever they called you. Sure, you got your emotions practically RIPPED OUT OF YOU from that ghostwlaker trip but…

… he made you feel something.

Okay and it was love, yeah. Admittedly it was love. He loved you back. It was pretty obvious. Though, he’d never say it to your face. You just had to get it out of him one way or another. You couldn’t just confess, he’d more than likely just say no and think over it for like- hours afterwards. You knew he liked you. You even asked his dad and he said yes.

Griefer walked beside you in Bizville. It wasn’t like his home at all. Slightly cool weather, unlike the blazing heat in Turitopulis. But he promised he’d come with you this time. Well, he didn’t promise. You just kinda summoned him without reason. Though, he promised he’d always be there to assist so… whatever.

But damn, he couldn’t stop looking at you. Griefer could feel his heart pounding against his chest as he looked at you. He didn’t really realize it but… his plant tail was wagging behind him as he looked at you. He couldn’t just blame the red face on the heat anymore, unfortunately. He just prayed you wouldn’t notice. Even if he was looking away, he’d probably still have you on his mind. … or that recent loss he had in his game. He was still mad about that. He actually almost bashed a hole into his computer but he had to remind himself that he probably couldn’t afford to break his computer in this economy.

“… H3y, punk. Wher3 4re w3 g0ing anyw4ys??”