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Spoke felt cold. So very cold. Not in terms of temperature, just.. on the inside.
Mapicc. Mapicc had been his friend since the very start of the server. They’d done so many memorable things together. They’d destroyed all those duped items, infiltrated the Mafia together, defeated Ashswag, defeated Leow0ok and yet, in the end, none of it mattered because Mapicc hated him.
Spoke felt nauseous, vision swirling all around. Mapicc hates him? No, that wasn’t right. They were supposed to be friends forever. The ultimate duo and yet, now that just felt like a blurred memory. Something that you know exists but you just can’t fully remember because Mapicc hated him and Spoke couldn’t do anything about it.
It was all his fault. He deserves to be hated.
Maybe Jamato was right, the server would be a better place if he wasn’t in it…