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You, one who works at Smosh, get brutally humilitated in front of your friends due to an off set mishap during a One Night: Ultimate Werewolf round.
You and Spencer have an impromtue staring match during your call in One Night: Ultimate Werewolf and it causes you to lose.
You purse your lips to conceal a chuckle, ears being assaulted with the overlap of your friends imitating the voice of the Ultimate Werewolf app as the recording starts. Your hands fold under your chin, elbows resting on your thighs as you bask in the dark of your eyelids. You even give your own 'robber'.
Rocking back and forth, you try to focus on the recording. Cheating by way of practically using echolocation was never your strategy, so you tune out the creak of the couch when someone reaches forward. Though, speaking of cheating, you basically felt holes boring into you from somewhere. Was someone cheating?
At the sound of some very enthusiastic moving (brought on after Alex's "Keep dancing.") you whip your head side to side despite not being able to see, smiling wider at the small laughs it got from off set. If your memory serves you correct, you were bordered by Chanse and Angela, so they must've really taken the command to heart.
You give a fake gasp when the werewolves are called to open their eyes, brows furrowing for a moment when following Tommy's 'Why are you gasping?' you hear a certain laugh way closer than you would expect. Trying your best to make eye (face?) contact with a camera or a person behind one, you mouth the name 'Spencer?', but no answer comes.
You were kind of thankful for the silence though as the masons are called, hoping that the brunette was just going to be standing behind the round grey couch for a bit once you all opened your eyes. How long will it take for them to notice Spencer if he just stands there?
Well, since you were on the couch, it probably wouldn't take longโฆ
"Seer." You repeat after the game says it, causing a chain reaction of repetition as your eyes flutter open. Your gaze is first drawn to the cards laid on the โadmittedly smallโ table, lips puckering and brows furrowing in an over the top thinking expression. But the face quickly falls when your line of sight flits up only a bit, suddenly coming stare to stare with Spencer.
He was sitting in front of the table, one leg sprawled out to the side while the other was bent sideways on the ground. An arm holds himself in a recumbent position, the other resting on his leg. Dark eyes that were bordered by his glasses are already drawn to yours. You blink at him, mind taken out of it.
You can't help but think that this would've done numbers for the staring contest stream, but even then you wouldn't even notice if you'd blinked. God, Spencer was a pretty picture.
You smile down at him, unable to stop the way your lips tweak up. It was like a weird instinct, the way you'd immediately start grinning like a giddy teenager and what felt more like large birds rather than butterflies would flutter around in your stomach.
Beaming slightly, you take in the smirk Spencer shoots back at you. Catching his gaze from across set โor from across the tableโ wasn't too uncommon for you, but you initially just thought it was luck being on your side when your eyes would meet or when he'd laughed at a joke no one else seemed to hear during filming. Though, if you learned anything from Amanda's incessant talk of her favorite true crime documentaries, or trying to catch Arasha in a lie: once was a coincidence, twice was a pattern, and three timesโฆ well, you didn't want to repeat what three times made your coworkers decipher it as.
You snap from your reverie at the heavy accented voice, eyes widening and face suddenly paling at the realization of what you had doneโor not done. You watch as Spencer presses a hand over his mouth, muffling the laugh that tried to escape him. Following your desperate pointing for Arasha's card, he scrambles to turn it over, flashing at you an image and text that you can barely decipher before slapping it back down against the table.
You squeeze your eyes closed, clenching your jaw as you try to steel your expression just as the robber is called to open their own eyes. From the sound of unconcealed cackles near by and chuckles from behind the cameras, you guessed that Spencer wasn't as good at suddenly falling into a poker face as you wereโnor maintaining it when the robber awoke. You just furrow your brows as if you were just as confused at the noise, hoping your cheeks weren't visibly burning as much as they felt they were. Though, despite every fiber in your being trying to not give anything away, the corners of your lips quirk as Spencer's laugh dies off, dispelling into small giggles soon shared by the entire group.
God, Spencer was the threat to your sanity, your patience, your poker faceโฆ and your self-control.
You look around in panic, a desperate 'no!' following Angela's joyous 'yes!' when everyone seemed to come to the consensus that you were the werewolf. You search for anyone that might have believed your story, but it was no use when it was filled with enough plot holes to rival a Sword AF episode. But you couldn't just tell them that you got distracted by Spencer's eyes, and hair, and face, andโ
"Times up," Amanda iterates after the tablet, looking down to the 00:00 that read across the screen. "And I think we all know who it is." She says, words devolving into chuckles as she looked to the group. They all nod, and you glare at the Italian who seems to be a bit too ecstatic about the voting choice. If not Arasha, of course Angela.
You throw yourself back against the plush couch cushions as five fingers point towards you (courtesy of Courtney, who pointed to Chance after what she thinks to be a Freudian slip), hands covering your eyes. You give a fake cry, squirming until you pressed against the side of a laughing Chanse.
"Are you forfeiting your vote?" Spencer asks, now behind the safety of not being on screen and able to cheese away.
Your hands suddenly flop to your lap, heated โwith angerโ gaze snapping to the glasses wearing man. "No, I have a right to vote, this is a democracy and I will take advantage of it!" You look away from him, scanning your friends. But your gaze is quickly brought back to Spencer at his quiet snickering. "I'm voting Spencer."
"Spencer?" The party echos, confused but amused gazes brought to the accused man.
Angela whips her head from you to Spencer to you and once again to Spencer, definitely trying to keep some thoughts under wraps with the way she sputters. "They can't do that! You can'tโThey can'tโ"
"I can andโIโhave." You retort, leaning your face closer to Angela to annunciate your words when they fall to a whisper. You both then pull away with small giggles, your gaze pulling back to Spencer when he speaks.
"The votes are in. (Name)?"
Quickly flipping over your card, you fall against the couch, arms crossed as your friends read out your card with thick confusion. You laugh as they then ask around for the actual werewolves, to which Angela and Chanse flip their cards over.
"It's all Spencer's fault," You mutter, not going into any further detail when Chanse turns to you.
"What in the hell could Spencer have done to you?" He asks, shoving your side softly when you leaned on him again.
Your shoulders bounce with a small shrug, still smoldering softly. You've already embarrassed yourself with this Ultimate Werewolf round, you didn't need anything else to mull over before going to bed.
Well, maybe other than those eyes.
