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"No, but you will be my boyfriend. Now, what's your name really?"
... That was a first. Peter sat on the bench, stunned into silence. Concern flashed across the player's face, worried they'd broken the game. Then, they sighed in relief as he finally mustered up a response. "... I don't like my name, really. Why don't you give me one?" He asked, deciding it best to skip to that dialogue.
"Peter." They replied simply. Of course, he already knew the player had known. However, he couldn't let the fact he remembered be known.
Still... This was odd.
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He thought they'd like it. After all, Y/N had been flirting back all this time.
Yet... They screamed as he climbed out of his prison, reeling back in their gaming chair. It took Y/N a moment to realize what was happening, and even then they seemed confused and scared. They said something about having seen enough creepypasta to know where this was headed.
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Basically the top scenario and after a replay of ch.1 with more new responses, it leads to that.
