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Reiji experienced something today. He can’t explain how it made him feel, so it’s just something. Something is better than nothing though. It added a lot to what started as a boring day!
Camus was on the ground encasing himself in ice. Very strong ice. Like, strong enough to deflect all of Ranmaru’s attacks so far.
Ranmaru seemed to be trying to beat the shit out of Camus. Just like any other day. Despite everything that happened that one time Reiji ran away from home, this is still a normal occurrence. Maybe just a slightly less common event.
Ai had nothing to do with this situation. Actually, he probably did. Yeah, he’s the reason this happened. And he looked damn proud of himself for it too. Even while recording the scenario before them, he showed no remorse.
What did happen that could possibly get all of them to this point?
Reiji looked at his phone.
Oh. Right. The bear man robot. From that one game.
“Fr—“
“OI” Ranmaru yelled. “DON’T SAY HIS FUCKIN’ NAME”
Reiji quickly turned off his phone.
Guess all he got left was memory. Here goes nothing.
———
“Hi, I’m Cecil!”
“Camus.”
“And you’re watching Two Rich Boys Play. . .” Cecil glanced over at Camus with anticipation.
Camus sighed. “Scary Robot Bear Game Number. . .” He hung his head. “i can’t believe there’s another one”
“Correct!!” Cecil clicked a button. “Security Breach!!!!!!”
“Why do I have to be here with you? I have more important matters that deserve my attention more than this.”
“Camus, stop complaining and just do your side of the gaming non-gamer duo job.”
“Excuse me?”
“Yell and cry when the scary happens?” Cecil smirked. “You know, you’ve been nicknamed Scream by our watchers.”
“Like the valuable painting of the same name?”
“Like the valuable painting of the same name.”
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“And here we are!! In Rockstar Freddy’s room!” Cecil paused for a moment. “Do you think this is how pregnancy works?”
“Aijima, I may act like I know everything but that life cycle is something I choose to avoid for my own good.” A shiver ran up Camus’ spine, but he’s learned to conceal it.
“Coolio.” Cecil continued on with the game tutorial. “Hey, I think you might be able to pull off a Vanessa cosplay! I mean, you’re already halfway there.”
“I don’t wear caps.”
Cecil pulled a black cap from out of nowhere and set it onto Camus’ head. “You do now.”
All he received back was a glare.
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“I think we’ll be safe here.” Cecil pushed another button. “You wanna chat for a bit before we move forward?”
“Sure, but can you turn the kid around?” Camus made a flitting gesture with his hand.
“Camus, his name is Gregory,” Cecil stated while doing as his senior said.
“A little more. A little more. . . There. That’s good.”
“Alrighty!” Cecil stretched his arms. “So, how’s your day been? Well, before I dragged you into making another video.”
Silence.
Cecil, with a hint of confusion, continued on. “Um, well, I can go first then! I went on a bit of a morning run with Otoya and Syo. It exhausted me so much that I collapsed on the couch. That’s when Tokiya gently shook me awake and told me that lunch was ready. I didn’t think I slept in that long! Good thing today’s an off day for me or else I’d be screwed. And then a little after that you entered my day, so you kinda already know everything else that happened up until now.”
“Mhm.”
“. . . Camus are you even listening to me?”
Whatever got him hooked so badly must be really interesting then. Usually Camus would never let his guard down like this. Cecil followed his senior’s gaze. They’re just staring at the computer screen.
Wait.
Rockstar Freddy stared back at Camus.
Is he?
Are they??
Cecil kept switching his gaze between Camus and the computer before calming himself down. Once that was over with he got as close to Camus as he could.
“You know it’s literally impossible to have the robot bear inside you, right?”
“Uhu— W— WHAT?!”
Cecil stared blank face at Camus’ shock.
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“Camus, I need to borrow your phone,” Ai states. He grabs his roommate’s phone without a reply. “What’s your passcode again? Oh wait, I already know what it is.” Ai quickly gained access to the device before Camus could even get a word in. “Did you want to say something?”
Camus sighed in defeat. “Never mind. . .”
Ai took a moment to pause and stare at Camus’ phone screen in bewilderment. “Camus,” he began to say, “what the hell is ‘100% Real Authentic Five Nights at Freddy’s FNaF Freddy Fazballs’?”
Camus didn’t speak. There’s a pillow in front of where his face should be.
“So Cecil sent it to you? You did go off to play that Security Breach game yesterday. How’s the video doing?” Ai screenshot Camus’ messages with Cecil, pulled out his own phone, and Air Dropped it. “You can delete that later.”
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“Do I know what??” Reiji was clearly confused by Ai’s question. “Are they like the same person? Is it one of those stage name type if ordeals?”
Ai shook his head. “It’s Freddy Fazbear’s Freddy Fazballs. I saw it while accidentally looking through Camus’ text messages.”
“Freddy Fazbear? Is he a new mascot runnin’ around Japan like the several other ones?”
“No, he’s a horror game character.”
“Horror game?! Myu-chan hates those!”
“What the fuck are y’all screeching over?” Ranmaru walked into the kitchen.
“Good afternoon, Ranmaru,” Ai greeted. “May I interest you with Camus’ newfound interest?”
“Is it another candy fad?”
“No, it’s 100% Real Authentic Five Nights at Freddy’s FNaF Freddy Fazballs.”
“. . . What?”
“Don’t worry, Ran Ran. I don’t get it, either.” Reiji let out an awkward laugh.
———
And that’s how they all go to here.
Reiji’s quite impressed at his memory skills. He even managed to remember events he wasn’t part of at all! Hopefully whoever’s reading his train of thought will commend him for doing such a good job.
Ranmaru finally broke the ice, letting out a wild victory laugh. As he was about to go for the kill, Camus froze his fists in retaliation.
“FUCK!!!!!”
“Oh yeah, baby. That’s more like it,” Ai said in the most deadpan voice Reiji had ever heard come out of him. “Take the gallbladder while you’re at it.”
At this point, Reiji believed he had lost more of his common sense today then he warranted. There was only one thing left on his mind, though.
What is a gallbladder?