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ceajayy joined the game
Joly squinted, it couldn’t be?..
But it was, indeed true.
Jayy was back.
Joly ran furiously to spawn and there he saw Jay. “..What are you doing here? You’re banned.” Joly shouted as he began to step closer. Jay shrugged their shoulders and spoke “Wow, man, thanks for the recap…But I don’t know how I got here.”
“Alright..Whatever you say.” Joly mumbled, glaring at Jay. “Look, I don’t even have my items anymore. I don’t have the Eliminator Sword. I remember clearing all of my inventory.” Jay replied.
“I don’t care if you have the Eliminator Sword or not. You banned my best friend.” Joly replied. “But we brought him back..” Jay responded.
“I don’t care if you brought him back. YOU MURDERED HIM! Do you know just how long i spent CRYING? I WAS DEVASTATED! ALL THAT TIME I WAS HOPELESS! WAITING! YOU ARE ACTUALLY SICK! I BET YOU FOUND AMUSEMENT IN THAT! NOT TO MENTION THAT YOU WERE USING ME TO GET POWER!..Do you even really care about Oscar?..Tell me, do you? DO YOU!” Joly screamed, crying.
Jay stepped back, looking away.
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do you even really care about Oscar?
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The words kept replaying in Jay’s mind..over and over and over again.
Jay chuckled and stepped forward. “What do you mean by that? Of course I do! When you killed him, I spent weeks trying to get him back! I spent countless hours hiding in fear thinking that’d I’d be next!” Jay shouted.
“There you go again, only thinking about yourself. You were trying to get him back cause you know you’d lose without him. Stop trying to play victim here. We all know you didn’t care about him or any of your teammates.” Joly replied.
“I care! I cared about you! I care about Oscar! I wasn’t using anybody….Gosh, I’d kill you right now if I had a sword.” Jay shouted.
”Your admitting to being a murderer now? You are admitting to killing nearly everybody on the server. You killed ALL of my friends. EVERYONE I EVER CARED ABOUT WAS DEAD! Murdered in cold blood. You’ve killed enough people. You’re lucky I didn’t ban you the first time. I was a pawn in your little sick and twisted game. I HATE YOU!” Joly screamed, slapping Jay.
“GAH!……Aggressive much?” Jay mumbled, rubbing their cheek.
“SHUT UP! I COULD KILL YOU FOR ALL I CARE!” Joly yelled.
“It’s funny that you’re making it such a big deal when I kill people—calling me a murderer, but here you are saying that you’re going to kill me.” Jay said.
“There’s a difference between a murderer and a killer, Cj. Besides, I don’t kill people that much.” Joly responded, rolling his eyes.
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theres a difference between a murderer and a killer, cj.
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What Joly said rung in the back of their mind for weeks.