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((God fucking dammit, Carmen. SEVEN MESSAGES? I'm not answering them. Whether you meant to or not, the last one wasn't anon, so I am targeting you for that. jk ilu. But seriously. You guys are going to blow up my box. Stop saying my name. It's a curse. ...right. Getting dressed and going to school now.))

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Nim: Naho

Sam: Naoh.

Sam: I AMUSE MYSELF TRYING TO PRONOUNCE NAOH.

N: -reads it as sodium hydroxide-

Sam: Stop it Naoh.

Nim: Naoh

Nim: Naoh

Sam: Naoh

Nim: Sodium Hydroxide.

N: wat

Sam: NAOH

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My Inbox= All of the creeps. Just how I like it, yeeee'boi. I'll get to them when I can format properly. Expect creepy upon creepy.

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Following Up || Amnesiac!James

It had been a year since the uni event and Jim wanted to remind his brother. Despite having an elephant's memory, he felt an intuition to check before the time passed and sent a text message to the older brother. It was early enough in the morning to catch the colonel while at breakfast, as long as he did not have a long night before. Jim was unpacking in a new, much nicer flat, provided by one of the city's top gang members. Within a year, Jim rose to a considerable height, starting with gang-related experiments such as this one.  

[Text] Have you the anniversary present planned? JM 

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Torment Your Friends || jamesmoriartynotjim

Once Jim felt satisfied that he could take the reins, the Professor disappeared mysteriously and the original returned, though the return of the usual English professor would prove to do little for the boys who were so clearly suffering at the hands of the other.

Alvar's living quarters still will seem to have a mind of its own when it comes to electricity, and will always find Alvar when he is alone, which also will be torment for the severely introverted student. Having people around him all the time bothers him as much as the vast darkness and the unknowns that lurked in it.

Toby will have it the worst, even after the mysterious man was gone, he will find his dreams riddled with clocks and mysterious ticking noises will seem to follow him everywhere he went. After his third nervous breakdown in a week, he will be sent to a British mental institution, to have nothing ever become of him. Oopsies. He occasionally will be heard muttering things over and over about time. His family will abandon after one visit with tuts and shaking heads. 

Milo's fears become a little more apparent as time passes and he realises that even the simplest of goals to advance his life are ended prematurely. Milo was afraid of always working and never getting anywhere. That was precisely to be what happened.

Everything was all planned out in a little seventeen year old criminal mastermind's head. They would pay for this for the rest of their lives. Now, he waited patiently for his brother to meet him in his flat, a cup of coffee ready for the colonel to congratulate him on a job done well, and to leave with a last request: make sure these boys pay on the anniversary, with each passing year.

Jim wanted them to have breakdowns the entire week leading up to that day, and in order to do that,  he would need James' help.