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Brandon went to go message Sparten privately, reopening Roblox in a separate tab to see if it would interact with him beforehand.
’Spars, are you joking?’ Ozo was ready to scream at Sparten if it really was him.
Sparten didn’t reply for a moment, seeing it a bit later, ’???’
’Are you pretending to be Brandon again to mess with me?’
’Bro???’
’Be serious with me, man’
’No, dude, I stopped after you found out the first time’
That made Ozo’s chest tighten slightly as he glanced at the sign which hadn’t changed from the simple ‘ok’
’You literally ghosted me for weeks and then yelled at me for at least 3 months after you found out’
’why would I want to be put through that again? Lmao”
Ozo’s heart dropped all the way to his stomach.
’I have to do something’ Ozo messaged back, not elaborating on the question.
’??? Okay, bye i guess then’
’Bye’
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Ozo glanced at the sign which had changed to say, ‘I know you’re texting him :(‘
’are you stalking me or smth?’
’is he your new best friend?’
’is that why you hate me now?’
’I don’t hate you’
The sign started to change rapidly, messages barely being read as it shuffled through words.
’you act like you do :(‘
’I thought you were lying’
’I told you all the truths I knew’
’you just refused to listen’
’then you told me to leave’
’why should I believe you care now?’
‘you were being mean :(‘
Ozo didn’t know how to reply, so he simply typed the only thing he knew to say.
’I do care’
’then why’d you push me away?’
’I don’t know’
’:(’
’I missed you too’
’you chose to call me a liar’
”A lot happened’
’i asked you what happened’
’you blamed me’
’i was trying to help you, Ozo’
The conversation felt messy, Ozo knew this is probably how Brandon felt when Ozo was calling him a liar.
Except now, Brandon had real evidence and reason.
’I’m sorry’
’i don’t know if you really are’
The sign didn’t change after that.
Ozo stared at it for a solid hour, typing out different sentences but never hitting send.
’Brandon, are you there?’
No, that was too direct.
‘I really mean it, I am sorry’
No, that wouldn’t get through.
’I missed you everyday’
Too clingy.
The sign didn’t change, the world just felt more empty, more hollow with each passing moment.
He shut the tab after that, deciding to message Sparten one thing.
’I messed up’
‘Yeah, by not answering my question!’
’Why’d you ask me about Brandon???’
’I thought you said you were finally getting over his death, man?’
’I mean, if you’re not, that’s okay, but why now a year after finding out when I was pretending?’
’Some sign was in my game, it claimed to be him’
’WHAT’
’YOU THOUGHT THAT WAS ME?’
’Yeah, kinda’
’WTF’
’I think it might’ve been him’
’Dude, you’re crazy’
’No, really I swear I’m not’
’Drop the proof’
’How do you think I kept proof???’
’Idk man’
’Whatever, you don’t believe me’
’I’ll try to trust you, just keep talking, delusional dude’
’I think I made it upset’
’lol, imagine making a sign mad’
‘Dude, I don’t know how to talk to it anymore’
’You just chat, duh’
’But it doesn’t want to, it’s being all quiet’
‘You messed up big-time then’
’If it is really Brandon, you must’ve like offended his favorite color bro, lol’
‘that isn’t funny’
’it kinda is though’
’Youre a jerk’
’Yeah lol’
Ozo put Sparten on do not disturb and powered off his computer for the day.
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