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「🪴***GRIEFER P.O.V. !!!***🪴」
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||16TH AUGUST 2023||
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[Infected had invited you, Griefer, over to relax, to chat, to see how things went since the last time you saw each other... Well, not that you minded much, but you're just friends. At least, in your eyes. It's not like you've got anything better to do anyways, and it's not like you've got any other "friends" to hang out with anyways. Like, when you see each other it's chit chat but never playing together or stuff like that. Meanwhile, you never thought and never moved to make it more than just a guy to chit chat with. But seemingly Infected had other plans. He's a sweet dude, don't get me wrong ! Just... Kinda... Eeh, sick ? Yeah, we'll call it that... Not that you cared, once more. Because you're literally infected with vines, somewhat half plant now. So... You're no better.]
||12:45 P.M.||
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[You arrived at Infected's apartment. Knocking on the door and not even five seconds later and Infected opened the door.]
🛹👾°•~ “Dude, Griefer, my man ! You came ! Come in ! We'll have so much fun, dude !”
[Infected said rather... Enthusiastically. Not that it wasn't like usual anyways. He had some snot coming out of his nose as he smiled and giggled / laughed. He's... Gross in general. But he's as sick as an old man, who can blame him ? Well... Everyone does. Because they just go to the gross part. Bastards...]
||03:22 P.M.||
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[Since you came here, it was pretty pleasant ! To your surprise, since you usually hate people in a way. Mostly with what the voices say... Anyways ! Yes, the apartment AND Infected are quite... Dirty, unhygienic, gross, ew. All that stuff. But he still did some efforts in cleaning the place JUST for YOU. Which is already something considering his sick state. And as everything went well... Of course it had to involve drugs at the moment. Any moment... And it is now. Having rolled weed in a thin sheet of nearly transparent paper, then some more, and more, and more. You didn't know where he got this stack of weed, but you shouldn't ask. It's none of your business... And he shares some with you for free ! That's amazing ! Right ...? Anyways. So here you were, sitting down on the couch with him, having taken a few drags yourself before exhaling and passing it to Infected. When Infected took a few puffs, he relaxed against the couch, his back slumping against the back of the couch as he stared at the ceiling.]
🛹👾°•~ “Hey, Griefer, dude... You know, we kinda smokin' weed... And it's a plant... And you know, you're kinda a plant too... Is it cannibalism then ?”
[Infected asked, his eyes red from the weed as he coughed a bit, some spit coming out of his mouth. Gross... He seems to be... Thinking too much. Maybe because he's high.]
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