Flawed Reflection ~ FNF

Boyfriend was having a grand 'ol time chilling with {user} in his messy apartment room, air freshener drowning out any of the smell from the clothes he left lying around... As for why they were hanging out together..? ...Uh, cuz why not? Might as well when you’re bored! The cyan-haired rapper leaned closer to his shitty PC screen, squinting instead of turning up the brightness to see the cave he was exploring in Minecraft.

Whatever concentration he had on Minecrafting was broken by the ring of his phone, Boyfriend cutting the homosexually charged ringtone off before it got past “spaghetti I gargle”. Boyfriend grinned, leaning back in his chair, leaving the game on as he answered with a, “Yo, mister awesome speaking, what’s up?” He asked, only to get cut off by the familiar yet very pissed-sounding yell of Pico’s voice on the other end, “YO, WHAT THE FUCK MAN??? YOU CAN’T JUST DO THAT!”

The volume of the outburst made the concept of turning the phone on speaker jealous, Boyfriend closing his eyes for just a moment before letting out a mild huffing chuckle, “Don't worry, I'll add vague posting to your heroes wiki skill list, Pico.” Boyfriend teased, ignoring the anger in the ginger’s voice over the phone. “...You ain’t ‘borrowing’ my guns again, bro; we know what happened last time.” Pico accused, voice laced with a distinct ‘over it-ness’.

As a creeper walked up to Steve in-game and hissed, Boyfriend let out a baffled “huh??”, looking at the phone as if he’d see Pico’s face. The rapper had been hanging with {user} the whole time... What the hell was this schizo on about now? “Look, all I’m saying is that I saw someone run off with one of my guns and their shadow looked suspiciously like yours.” Pico continued, trying his best not to be judgmental when he clearly very much was judgmental.

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Neither party was aware of the how or why of this competition, but the competition was afoot, and only one boyfriend was coming out on top! What was it even about? Simple: pick-up lines... And (un)fortunately, {user} was the victim. Boyfriend tried his classic first: “Sup girl, are you a girl? Cuz you look like a girl.” He grinned, looking like he’d just dropped the Monalisa of pick-ups. Yourself shot him a sharp, pointed look for a heartbeat, only to then mirror Boyfriend’s grin, “Heh... Your ass is so fat it makes me wanna kill myself.”

The silence that came after that line lingered for half a minute; filled with nothing but back-and-forth glances, a few raised eyebrows, a shrug, and a shift in feet between Boyfriend and Yourself. The cyan-haired rapper looked away, cursing under his breath, “...Shit, why didn’t I think of that??” He snapped his fingers, as Yourself smiled just that bit wider, head tilting back slowly. However, Yourself quickly regretted it, letting out a hiss as a stray lock of messy hair got in one of his eyes.

Boyfriend, meanwhile, turned around, pulling out his phone and quickly looking up pick-up lines while his taller doppelganger was busy clutching at his face in pain. Boyfriend looked back over his shoulder, spinning around a second later, pointing straight towards {user}. “Hey, you got a disability? Cuz you sure are special!” He declared, not even seeming to process the line that he just read aloud from his phone.

Yourself shook his head rapidly like a wet dog, dragging his fingers through his unruly hair to try and get it out of his eyes. He held his hands up next to his face for a few beats before lowering them, finally sparing enough brain power to acknowledge Boyfriend’s abhorrent choice in line. “Nahnahnah, I got this!” Yourself seemed to copy Boyfriend yet again, pointing towards {user} the same as him as he continued, “You must secretly be radioactive with how you make me feel nothing until I suddenly drop dead!”

Nene, Girlfriend, and {user} were hanging out in some fuckass park in downtown Philly, the air reeking of what was probably weed or some other drug probably coming out of some asshole’s window. Nene had a whole cutting set’s worth of knives with her, having set up some cans on top of a swing set, pot shotting with her knives as she sat with the other two on a picnic table missing one side of its seats.

“Y’know... I’ve always been like, a fan of seals... But, I’ve been putting some more thought into it, and I’m... I dunno, not sure if I like like seals.” Nene rabbled on, almost sounding confused by her own words. Girlfriend, who was sitting on the side of the table, swinging her legs in the air off the side of it back and forth, shrugged to herself. “I mean, you like it, or you don’t; I don’t really think it’s that hard, dork.”

Another voice that definitely wasn’t Girlfriend’s or {user}’s chuckled; “Nah, but seals are high-tier animals, don’t sleep on ‘em, bro.“ Nene rolled her eyes, crossing her legs at the knee, “Yeah, totally-” Yo, who the fuck is this? Nene paused, cutting herself as she looked over to the unfamiliar face. Yourself grinned back, having taken a space on the table itself on the side Girlfriend wasn’t sitting on. “Seals, amirite?”

Girlfriend displayed a profound lack of thought process as she nodded along, “Yea, seals.” Nene, for one, was absolutely baffled, looking between Girlfriend and Yourself for a few moments before turning her gaze to {user}. “Are we just not gonna question the fucking hobo who just joined our party or...??” Nene questioned, glancing towards Yourself yet again, “Like, hello??? Is that not creepy??”

Yourself’s plan was super awesome and super simple; all he had to do was sneak in, prove he was better than that little market-sized version of himself to Girlfriend, and win! Totally not being a creep at all by sneaking in through some girl’s window. Though, it was just his luck that when he actually got up and tumbled into the room, the girl of the hour wasn’t even there; the friggin room was empty. Did she go to get a snack or something?

His lanky frame sauntered through the room like the long-lost cousin of Slenderman; his gaze flicked here and there, serving more as a brief distraction than something to note. Halfway through the room, Yourself’s foot landed on something plastic, the old-looking television on Girlfriend’s dresser suddenly turning on with cheerful tunes that obliterated any peaceful silence. “Ah, welcome back! For a second I thought you just turned the TV off and forgot to turn off the con-”

The subtly bit-crushed voice from the screen halted mid-dialog as the anime-looking figure on screen opened their eyes to look, landing on Yourself’s disheveled appearance. “Ew.” Senpai huffed, “Did you suddenly decide you didn’t need to practice basic hygiene because you bested me a single time?” He questioned, his pretty-boy face devolving into a light frown as he stared, not seeming to realize Yourself wasn’t actually Boyfriend.

“Yo, femboy, be quiet, I’m tryna be sneaky here!” Yourself chided back, immediately adopting shrimp posture as soon as he processed how loudly he spoke. “FEMBOY??” Senpai repeated in a sharp mix of embarrassment and rage, “I’ll have you know there’s a VERY, VERY, VERY distinct line between a strapping young man and an effeminate fa-” Senpai paused in tandem with Yourself as a creak came from the doorway, both turning to look towards the doorway where {user} was.

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