blyke becomes depressed

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shit... I forgot about wbh's 2nd anniversary... uh... my bad guys

I'm still having such a hard time accepting the fact I've grown over two years with this story

It just amazes me how fast time has passed; I so clearly remember writing these first few chapters back when

Nicknames:

(Nickname changes made in the previous chapter will be written in italics.)

John: SeraphinaSimp

Seraphina: Dio

Leilah: So no head?

Blyke: DonutMan

Arlo: Gay Fortune Teller

Remi: DefinitelyCheatingOnBlyke

Cecile: Femalewithanerection

Isen: Degenerate

Darren: Doc

Elaine: Satan

• • •

Degenerate: how far away are we from the campsite

Gay Fortune Teller: Approximately, 38 hours, 56 minutes, 17 seconds, and 85 milliseconds.

Degenerate: bruh just say a damn day and a half

Gay Fortune Teller: Bullshit.

Degenerate: only bullshit here is how many cond—

Dio: isen shut the fuck up before we get put on an FBI watchlist

Degenerate: aren't you a god tier?

Dio: what about it

Degenerate: can't you just protect me or shit

Dio: ain't NO ONE protecting your ass 💀

DonutMan: bro thought 💀

SeraphinaSimp: I would

Degenerate: thank you for being a good friend

SeraphinaSimp: if I get a $100 woaba boba gift card*

Degenerate:

DonutMan: so how do we pass the time

SeraphinaSimp: any of you hungry

SeraphinaSimp: it's about lunchtime

Dio: can we get sushi

DonutMan: i was thinking hamburgers

SeraphinaSimp: of course you were thinking hamburgers you fatass lovin it fuck

DonutMan:

DonutMan: bitch I'm not even American—

SeraphinaSimp: WHO THE LIVING FUCK ASKED?

DonutMan: 😭😭😭

Gay Fortune Teller: Sushi sounds alright.

Degenerate: never had sushi before

Degenerate: is it some Chinese food

SeraphinaSimp: I'll pay for the food

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