Pekopeko: Young master.we did that when we were younger.įuyuhiko. Hifumi: This is to be expected from fandoms and 's fine!įuyuhiko: Are they trying to hit each other with crowbars?! That's just f***ing stupid. Kirigiri: I have to admit this is slightly disturbing.but I can take 3 more minutes. Sayaka: Just saying that cramps your style.but how much longer Uta-chan?Ĭelestia: SHUT THE F*** UP! I'M NOT WATCHING ANYMORE OF THIS C***! Leon: All those bad jokes they were cramping my style. Nagito: The despair right now! So, many, jokes! So, many, BAGELS! (Nicob reference) Me: No can do you've gotta watch this til the very end. Ishimaru: Yeah! I demand as someone with a whole biker gang to back me up that we stop this video! Mondo: As the Ultimate Moral Compass I should point out the bad jokes they're making in the clip right now. Me: H-h-he just called everyone nice (faints) Togami: I know I can't resist the n-n-nice readers. Touko: Byakuya-sama being nice!? (starts drooling) Togami: You've only just noticed you idi- I y to be more observant next time okay :) Junko: So you can accept them killing each other repeatedly but you can't accept me getting you to kill each other!?Įveryone: WE DON'T ACCEPT EITHER OF THOSE THINGS!!!!! Sakura: I can tell this is gonna be a bad idea.Ĭhihiro: Oh another one fell off again. Hajime: Okay false alarm he's his usual crazy.Ĭhiaki: I don't think that was very funny was in a game though so it's fine.Īsahina: EARLIER THAT DAY!? Pleeease.no more! Nagito: He must have done it in the name of hope right? Hajime: Nagito's losing it in a whole different way then usual. (Starts video) WHAT THE-!!? HE SHOT HIMSELF! Nagito: Lets just get the despair out of the way. The OC's Aisha and Rei will also be joining us for 5 chapters, Chihiro will be emotionless for 6 chapters and Togami has to be nice and Touko's boyfriend for 10 chapters. Note: I wrote this at two and edited it at nine (right when I woke up), so please excuse if I missed any errors.Everyone react to Vanoss' Comedy Club Fun video. He wasn’t one to stand down in a fight, especially with someone like the person before him, but how could he keep himself up on broken ankles? How could throw a punch with a dislocated shoulder? How could he see with swelling bruised eyes? Anyways, without further ado, I hope you enjoy my contribution to the March Madness Event Day Two: Green.Ī stream of warmth trickled down the side of his face as fowl words spewed out of the chapped mouth of the one in front of him. His vision was blurry, and darkening with each word that reached his ears - with each punch that hit his skin. Whatever happened after was a distant jumble of lights and shouting, the only thing being comprehensible was the warm and slim arms that wrapped around his broken body. Blue eyes swollen shut with irritation and injury. His finger twitched, he knew it did, because soon it was scooped into another hand and his friends voice was heard again, “Tyler? Hey, can you hear me?” Among the echoing beeps he heard voices - one immediately recognized as a good friend. No words muttered in response - being clogged up in a dry throat. His friend must’ve got the memo because before he knew it, a cold glass was being pressed against his stinging bottom lip.Įverything stung. Everything ached with pain and a grunt vibrated his bruised ribs. Soon enough, commotion filled the room - light voices noted off as professionals. He could feel himself drift between consciousness. That annoying beep rung in his ears as he woke for the second time. He didn’t even recall falling back into the dark. The faint sound of snoring made itself known to him after a longer period of just listening, and he made sure to make a noise - alerting whoever was with him.Īn accented voice was what came after. Not the ones of Irish or British, nor was it Canadian. It had a hint of southern, slightly slurred or jumbled words, and the undertone of insanity that could be debated if real. Yet, why would he be here? How could he have been here…in fact how had Evan been there? “Hey Ty, how ya feelin’?” It was Delirious- Jonathan. For, they had been not been in state when everyone else was. Evan had gone to Canada to spend time with family, and Jon wasn’t one who liked planes or cars enough to leave North Carolina. “I can’t see anything…” Were the first words that his brain strung together. “I know, bud, I know,” a warm hand had gripped his, and he could feel the slight poked of nails.
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