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gavino-the-great replied to your post “Do you want to play fmk? Gavin, Michael, Jeremy”

*horrified screaming in the distace* //don't kill my babu ;___;

I won’t, I promise!! Ryan would kill me if I did.

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gavino-the-great

War was tougher than Ahk had expected. Not that he was one of the deluded people similar to his age who believed it would be a great adventure. Ahk knew exactly what would happen. Which was why he hadn’t ended up on the frontline voluntarily, he was only there because he was drafted.

He watched as new recruits entered the trench they were staying in, replacing the ones they had lost before. Ahk still had the image of the friends he had lost, and he was determined not to get attached to anyone again. He couldn’t bear the heartbreak.

But even so one young face leapt out from the crowd. The young Egyptian looked up and offered the other a faint smile, hoping to provide him some comfort for the days and weeks to come.

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"Ryan, what are you doing?"

      Ryan looked up at Gavin and arched a brow, unsure if the Brit's tone was accusatory or not.       "Nothing?" 

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      The Gent hardly made any comments during the Let's Play. Mostly due to the fact that he was ridiculously horny and wanted to avoid the sudden moans as he spoke. Once the Let's Play was over, he abruptly got up from his seat and took off to the bathroom, not noticing the weird looks everyone gave each other.        Ryan slipped into a stall, attempting to relieve himself. He failed, miserably. Even though he came, he still felt the arousal burning in his body like a low flame. He panted, praying no one followed him or heard him, then moved to open the door to the stall, freezing when his gaze landed on Gavin.           "Ga-Gavin? Wh--"        He couldn't finish his sentence, too flustered and embarrassed at the thought of Gavin hearing him.

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Of everyone, he didn’t actually believe it would be Gavin. It made sense in the end. The puppeteer knew everyone’s greatest fear, everyone’s greatest weaknesses. They had known the chinks in their armor, where to strike and when and now. Geoff and Jack and Ryan had fallen almost too easily, sucked into the darkness, screaming for help and calling for their friends. The other lads had vanished after that, Ray and Michael easily being picked off like insects to a hungry bird.

Then he’d been separated from Gavin. Alone, Edgar had let the panic finally get to him. When Gavin appeared it made sense and he hated himself for not seeing it, not seeing how Gavin was always able to get away, always one step ahead, always not as sad as he should have been.He was the puppeteer, he was the one behind the murders and the mayhem and the fear.He’d killed his friends.

Edgar raised his fists, prepared to take Gavin one on one. He didn’t have his battle hammer anymore, but the blacksmith was strong and tough. If Gavin wanted to fight, he’d have to come get him and finish him off himself."They trusted you," He spat, shaking his head in disgust. 

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"Hiii."