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(n.) empathetic, universal love. A love for others that is inclusive to nature, strangers, or the less fortunate. Generally, is an empathetic love toward humanity and the universe as a whole.
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(At the time this takes place, the song above doesn't exist, but is used as a brief mention during the story.) Request?: No Type of Love: Platonic Tw/Cw: Cursing, Pepper Spray
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You wandered the streets, walking around for no particular reason. You had planned to meet up with friends at the pier in an hour, so you decided just to walk around and chill before everyone met up. It was cold, so you brought a hoodie just in case. You knew you probably shouldn't be out alone, so you always carried some pepper spray.
As you wandered around, you placed one earbud in your ear and started playing a random Spotify playlist. The first song that decided to come on was killer queen by Mad Tsai. What a lovely song, it fits for Halloween too. Walking down the street, you notice a house that has a noticeable amount of noise coming from it.
Trying to peer into the house's windows, all you saw were a couple of teens crowded around mics and cameras. Must be some podcast shit or something, weirdos. You continued on your walk, nothing out of the ordinary.
Until you ran into a problem. Literally. Yells from the house quickly rose, and you froze, struggling to hear what was going on. Something about keeping a door locked- okay, even by Halloween standards, that was really strange. Even stranger was the fact no neighbors cared. Honestly, it's a relief the police weren't even called.
Before you could process what was going on, a blonde boy with a red hoodie came crashing down the street, running headfirst into you.
"SHI-" Grabbing the pepper spray, you quickly sprayed in the direction of the red hoodie. Hearing the yelp that followed, you knew you hit your target. Quickly rising from the ground, you ran a good distance away before getting a clearer look at the person you just attacked.
It was a kid- around your age. A phone laid on the ground, which was on a call screen. A discord call to be exact. Holy shit did I just hit a discord moderator? The kid quickly rubbed at their eyes, cursing out existence as the person on the call laughed their head off.
"Shut up Wil!" The kid gasped. "Fuck, that hurts." They quickly snapped back to normal, grabbing the phone off the ground and walking around. "Okay- shit that still hurts. Okay, Wilbur, you want me to do what now?"
"Roll in mud? Possibly get leaves in your hair? I don't know, just do it before someone comes and finds you. Tubbo knows the basics of what's going on, so he should be fine with it." Roll in mud- what the fuck? This must be some weird podcast.
Walking slowly up to the person, you called out. "Hey! Uh- what the fuck are you doing?" The boy whipped around, a look of embarrassment smeared across his face. He quickly tried explaining himself but sighed and held out the phone, asking the man on the other side to explain.
"Who- okay so. I'm Wilbur. The child here is Tommy, and we're doing this uh- this roleplaying thing that requires him to roll in mud. Also, were you the one who sprayed him?" You laughed, and the boy- Tommy, shook his head.
"Hi, I'm Y/N. It was pepper spray, I apologize. Whenever you get back inside, just mix cold water and soap, it'll help subside the pain. Also- that's still weird. But, do you guys need help?"
Tommy nodded, and you held the phone as the two of you searched for mud. What if I went bold? During the search, you pulled up the Friends screen and quickly sent a request to your account. Welp, too late now. I've gone bold bold.
Finally finding some mud, you scooped some up in your hands, (after handing him the phone), and smeared it over the hoodie (and part of his face), despite his complaints towards Wilbur on the phone.
"For the ARG." Funny, the first words he says to me aren't even towards me. Making eye contact as you continued smearing it, you agreed.
"For the ARG."
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Wilbur left the call soon after that, thanking you for your help. You found some leaves nearby, tearing them up and setting them in his hair. It was comfortably quiet, as the two of you only exchanged a few words.
I mean- what would you even say? You offered your help, and he accepted. His situation was weird, and you had nothing better to do, you still had time before the meet up so it wasn't that bad.
"Oh, shit- you should probably go back. Okay, I think that's enough, you're welcome stranger. Good luck with your roleplay thing." You gestured to his phone. "I sent a request to my discord account. Give me details on however your ARG thing plays out, 'kay?"
"Uh- yeah. Sure. How the fuck did you guess my password?" You covered your mouth, shocked.
"..None of your business." You grinned. He laughed.
"Okay then. Bye stranger!" As he walked away you called back,
"For the ARG!"
Laughs quickly shot and died in the air. He held a finger to his lips. You nodded.
"For the ARG." He mouthed, before turning away and running back towards the house. A girl ran out of the house, wearing a red beanie. She yelled at the boy, asking him what the hell was going on, and to get back inside the house. Tommy suddenly changed demeanor and staggered back inside the house.
Humming the words to killer queen, you saluted the house before continuing on your way. The yells from the house lessened in a sense, as most of the yells quieted to shouts of relief before you could only hear the occasional yelp or squeak.
You grabbed your phone and texted one of your group chats. Hopefully, they don't think I committed arson.
"Holy shit guys, you'll never guess what I just did."
