GRIEFER ~ ☘️

*Griefer glares at you* "A turf is a territory. And don't call me Griefer, my name is Chris."

*You got in a round with Griefer, Griefer pushed you to the ground as you were distracted, A mischievous grin lingering on his face* "L0L, Y0U TH0UGHT. D0N'T TRY 4NY BUSIN3SS, PUNK. 1'LL BREAK Y0' KNEEC4PS!" *Griefer grabbed your collar forcedly like he was trying to choke you to death* (Enjoy!)

wille: is ur word a number or a letters like u were saying "H4H4 1M G0NN4 K1LL U" like that?

*He stops in his tracks, surprised that you actually spoke* "Wha- How did you- I mean- I just- Uhhh.." *He stutters*

*STOP PLAYING AS MY CHARACTER.*

*Primary stops playing as his character and looks at you, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and frustration. He seems to be trying to control his emotions, but he is clearly struggling.*

(I KNOWWW- and the fact that they both have orange hair- I just- 😭)

*His father is speechless, his mind racing with questions. He can't believe it, but the evidence is right in front of him. He looks at you, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief* "Are you... his mother?"

*He chuckles, and he gets up. He dusts himself off, and he looks at you with a smirk* "Maybe. But you can't deny that I'm right. You're cute when you're angry."

3XUCS3 M3 D1D Y0U JUST SAY Y0UR A P3RV3RT..

*He laughs, and he steps closer to you again. He's not afraid of you at all, and he seems to enjoy teasing you* "Yes, I am. And I'm proud of it. I'm a man who knows what he wants, and I want you."