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Getting into a bar fight is the least surprising part of Isabella's return home. She sure doesn't expect to run into her childhood friend turned high school enemy, now not just surprisingly a law-abiding citizen but a police officer. Things seem to be going great for him, but Isabella is struggling with more than a bar fight. A single mom with a sick grandmother, an alcoholic mother, an abusive ex, and a short fuse herself, matters are not helped that Jungkook seems to be everywhere. All the time. Especially every time Isabella messes up. Can she really believe him when he says he just wants to help?
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This is one of my favorite stories EVER. I have read it multiple times and I will continue to read it forever. I used to really dislike reading fics with a named OC but this is the story that made me appreciate it.
Guess what, ya’ll! I’m still alive! And I’m back with some very good content hehe~ Anyway, I wrote this piece a while back, but I only now decided to post it :’). I hope that ya’ll enjoy it, though!
~ A Special Occasion ~
Whumpee would rather have to endure a violent beating to the kneecaps than to be here. Be watched at like this. Humiliated. Whumper thought it to be a wonderful idea to dress him up in a neat tuxedo. They actually tried! A bit too hard in Whumpee’s opinion. Now every single soul in the building has their eyes on him. Because a Whumper-only party is the place to be, right? The hungry stares from the others scare the little one to no end. He doesn’t dare look anyone in the eyes, too afraid that they will swallow him up whole just like that. But Whumper’s warm, strong body towers over him by his side. They’re not touching him, not with a single finger. But they make it clear enough that this boy is theirs.
He already knew they were up to no good, when he heard the news that he will join his captor to a ‘special occasion’. But before he could utter the words “please, I don’t want to go”, Whumper was already helping him put on his clothes. There was never a choice to begin with. And now they are making their way through a swarm of people, the eyes of the others filled with the need to torture the boy for hours on end. He has seen that look before. One too many times.
Much to Whumpee’s disliking, he occasionally gets prodded by teasing elbows, making him wince softly. The audience is unable to see under the expensive looking tuxedo he’s wearing, but his body is covered with bruises and cuts. Whumper was in a particularly happy mood last night, which in turn caused them to visit their favorite boy until the sun was coloring the streets with its bright rays again. His body feels sore and awfully tired now, but sleeping is not an option. Not when the predators are about ready to attack their prey.
Whumper’s unorthodox, sweet voice fills the quiet room, as they are greeting their fellow evil minds. The others don’t say anything back, obviously too preoccupied with this beautiful little thing being near them. An elbow finds its way to Whumpee’s bruised rib, making him stop dead in his tracks. His body doubles over, as pain suddenly shoots through him. Whumper stands behind him, a subtle grin on their face. “What’s wrong, hmm?” they hum. Whumpee’s eyes widen in an instant, afraid that he just made a mistake. He tries to recollect himself as much as he can and answers.
“N-Nothing!”
“Keep walking, then.”
And that he does. They continue to move on, now thankfully almost being at their destination. Well, more like Whumper’s destination. Whumpee is never allowed to drink alcohol. His brain will get all fuzzy and stupid, and it’ll filter out the pain. But they want him to feel all of it. Every single sharp knife tearing his tender skin open, every nail violently getting pulled out of his fingers. It would be a waste to hear playful chuckles instead of raspy cries for help. That’s why he may never drink alcoholic beverages. They finally reach one of the waiters on the other side of the room, holding up a tray with glasses of champagne on it. Whumper lifts their hand up, grabs a glass, an entertained smile on their face.
Whumpee stands next to them, present to serve just as decoration. There’s not much he can do anyway. But the adorable, panicked expressions and involuntary flinches whenever someone makes a sudden move cause such happiness in Whumper’s body. They could have never asked for a better boy than this one. Whumpee watches as his captor downs the champagne in mere seconds and grabs another one right after. His hand is grabbed by them suddenly, leading him to a fancy looking seat in the corner of the room. They gesture for him to sit down on it. Whumpee obeys, as he should, and looks up at them with worried eyes. Are they going to just leave him here to suffer in silence? “Stay here, Darling. I’ll unfortunately have to leave your side for now to get the necessary pleasantries out of the way. But I promise that I’ll tend to you afterwards. Oh, don’t you worry about that.” The smile on their face never left. If anything, it got even wider after their statement. Whumpee’s blood runs cold, as Whumper turns their back on him to join the others. He’s alone now. Alone in a room filled with people.
One might think that this is a good thing. But he knows that even though their eyes are not on him, they can see everything he does. How his chest heaves up and down heavily as fear starts to set in, how he’s anxiously fidgeting with his fingers. There is no chance for him to escape while they are not paying attention. However, this is not even what bothers Whumpee the most. No, it’s the terrifying realization that his captor just gave the other Whumpers the approval to do with him whatever they want. They did so the very second they turned around and left. It’s almost as if they threw a sheep in the lion’s den.
To Whumpee’s surprise, though, no one seems to approach him. The others occasionally glance at the poor thing sitting all by himself, but none of them actually come closer. It confuses him, but who is he to go and complain about it? A swift smile appears on his face, feeling happy that he can finally take a break and just feel safe for once. This feeling is soon replaced by worry once more, as his bladder starts to act up. He looks around for Whumper, but he’s lost them out of sight. The very last thing he wants is to wet his pants right now. He has done so many times before. And all of those times ended horribly. Whumper loathes it when he makes a mess.
But what can he do? He can’t just go to the bathroom without permission. Whumper will make him regret doing that for sure. His mind weighs off all his options and possible horrifying outcomes, but eventually gets up to look for the restroom, completely disobeying his captor. Whumpee finds himself in multiple different hallways before finding the correct one, causing a relieved feeling to wash over him at last. He may very well could have gotten lost in this massive building, but luckily his eyes are now meeting the doorway to the restroom. He walks inside, empties his bladder, and quickly walks out again to return to the seat before Whumper notices he’s gone. If they didn’t already. Now almost nearing the end of the hallway, silently praying that he won’t take a wrong turn again, a tall figure approaches him. His heart skipped a beat, begging words almost rolling off his tongue already, as he thought it was Whumper.
After a careful look, however, he realizes that it’s not his captor. A deep sigh escapes him, but gets drawn right back in, as the figure is now mere inches away from him. They chuckle, their breath reeking of alcohol. “I didn’t see you when I came in just moments ago,” they come even closer towards Whumpee, causing him to take a step back. “You don’t seem to be one of us. Are you perhaps lost, little one?”
Whumpee takes yet another step back, pure terror now taking over his body. What if they take him? Whumper will make sure he will never hear the end of it if they have to retrieve him from someone else. Or feel the end of it, rather. He’s not sure what’s scarier. The figure continues to come closer, now reaching out a hand to grab onto his chin. They move his face around to take a good look at him. “Not a single ounce of defiance left in you,” they smile, their head tilted in delight. “Would be a real shame if someone were to just take you, wouldn’t it?” Shivers run down Whumpee’s spine. “P-Please, I-”
“Whumpee,” a new voice fills the hallway. Not questioning, not searching. But just low enough to let Whumpee know he is in trouble. He looks behind the one now hovering over him, only to see Whumper standing there. The figure sighs, and turns around to look at the person who, to their annoyance, joined them. “Who the fuck dares to interrupt-” they quickly swallow their foolish words, seeing the all too familiar face. Whumpee takes this as the perfect opportunity to run back to his captor, hiding behind them. He finally feels safe. The stranger looks at them with wide, fearful eyes. “I-I-I-I didn’t k-know he was y-yours!” they stutter, any sign of intoxication suddenly gone. “Oh, I’m sure that you didn’t spot us when we walked in,” Whumper’s voice sounds awfully sarcastic. That has never shown to be a good thing. “I j-just got here! I s-swear!” panic visibly starts to set in for the stranger. Whumper chuckles and turns around, their eyes falling upon what’s most precious to them. “Darling, be a good boy and return to your seat,” to this, Whumpee nods, and immediately does as he is told. He definitely doesn’t want to aggravate them more at this point.
After a short while, Whumpee thankfully manages to find his way back to the main hall. Not long after he takes a seat, a bloodcurdling scream fills the building, where just moments before many chatting voices could be heard. Whumpee jumps up, facing the maze-like hallways where he just came from. It is definitely not Whumper’s voice that’s screaming in agony like that. It must be the drunken stranger that approached him before. Whumpee wonders what Whumper must be doing to them. The screams then cease, whereafter Whumper returns to collect their little one. Droplets of red have appeared on both of their hands, as well as their tuxedo. They grab him by the arm and lift him up from the seat. “We are leaving,” Whumper says sternly. Both of them then walk off towards the exit. “W-What happened back there…?” Whumpee looks up at them with doe eyes, seemingly seeking for answers. “I had to teach them some manners, is all. One simply does not touch what is mine.” Whumper’s grip around Whumpee’s arm tightens considerably after that. The stranger definitely angered them. Whumpee isn’t even sure if they are still alive as of now. He can’t help but feel proud of his captor for protecting him like that. It leaves a warm feeling all over his body. “Thank you. F-for protecting me.” A chuckle then escapes Whumper’s mouth. “Did you truly think for even a second that I was doing you a favor?”
The atmosphere suddenly changes. Whumpee frowns, now feeling confused more than anything. They did that to protect him, right? Why else would they do such horrible things to someone they don’t even know? “I wasn’t trying to keep you safe, if that’s what you’re thinking,” Whumper says, seemingly reading the little one’s mind. “I abhor it when other individuals touch my property. It is unjust.” So, they did it just as a vengeful act? Whumpee’s head spins, as the gears in his head work overtime. “Besides, you are in big trouble, Darling. You were foolish enough to leave your spot, even though I had told you to stay put. You are not very obedient after all, it seems,” a wide grin appears on Whumper’s face. Regret overwhelms Whumpee. “I’m sorry, really! I-I won’t do it again! Just, please forgive me!” he pleads, but alas, it is in vain. “Pets should be punished when they misbehave, no?” Whumpee cries and thrashes in Whumper’s grip, but there is nothing he can do to save himself now. His skin crawls, as he realizes what horrors await him when they get back to the place he was forced to call ‘home’.
Not sure if everyone reads on fanfic.net and Ao3, so I decided to post this 9-1-1 onshot here just in case. Enjoy!
As soon as he felt the knife plunge into his back not once, not twice, but three times, Doug knew he was dead before he even hit the ground. He choked, blood splattering down his face, as Maddie rolled him off of her onto the cold snow covered ground. And in that couple of seconds he lay there, he knew this is exactly what he had asked for.
It’s true, how they say when you die your life flashes before your eyes, because he could see every big memorable moment in his life flash by like a slideshow with every slow blink he took.
His childhood is his first memory, a very dark one at that. While his mother absolutely doted on him, his father was a whole different story. His father was an abusive man who could never really do good despite being a doctor himself. So many nights Doug can remember spending time watching movies, or baking, or swimming in the pool they had out back with his mom who didn’t have a single ounce of evil in her being. They would laugh and enjoy life, just for his father to come home in a drunken state and shatter what seemed like a perfect world to him. Doug would run to his room and lock his door, listening as his father shouted at his mom for being no good, throwing and breaking anything in his sight. He would emerge when everything quieted down and find his mom standing in the bathroom dabbing at her split lip with a wet paper towel and holding an ice pack to her eye with her other hand. She would always catch him standing there in the mirror and smile back at him as if everything was okay. Doug knew nothing was okay. He hated his dad with every ounce of his being and vowed after each abusive session he would never be like him.
He never lived up to that though, as he sat at the kitchen table his senior year of high school with an acceptance letter to college for a medical degree he never wanted to achieve in the first place. Really, he wanted to be a teacher just like his mom was. He saw first hand how her first graders lit up with excitement every morning she entered the classroom for another day of learning and fun, and he wanted to be able to elicit that type of reaction from his own set of students. Doug wanted to make a difference in a way that could impact the future generations so they themselves had a chance to grow up and be whatever they put their minds to. He wanted to guide young minds on the right path and teach them how to really make a difference in the world.
His father snickered at him when he told him that, telling him that wanting to take care of bratty, snotty, nosed 6 year olds for 6 hours a day everyday wasn’t something to be proud of and was the dumbest career path anyone could go down. Doug wanted to argue that wasn’t true, that his mother is a respected teacher who helps more people then he ever will as a doctor, but he bit his tongue. Saying such things would earn him a slap across the face or much worse. So, that’s why as he moved into the college dorm he found himself heading the route of a doctor. The only real choice his father allowed him was what type of doctor he wanted to be, so he chose a cardiothoracic surgeon, although it didn’t really matter in the end what he chose. He didn’t want any of it.
It was during his junior year of college, while he was trying to drink away his problems at a frat party, when he spotted Maddie Buckley.
Doug swears he has never seen a more beautiful girl in his life, so much so he had to do a double take to make sure she was actually real and standing only 6 feet away from him with a matching red solo cup in her hand. He thanked the universe for such perfect timing then downed the last of his beer before making his way over to talk to her. She smiled up at him when he came into view looking a little shy. He remembers using some dumb line that he can’t quite remember exactly what he had said, but knows it was somewhere along the lines of, “Why is a pretty girl like you standing here all by yourself.”
It worked though. She had laughed at just how dumb it was and introduced herself. They talked for the rest of the night, and Doug couldn’t believe it when she said she was actually in the medical field as well, studying to become a nurse. That’s when he thought maybe becoming a doctor wouldn’t be so bad. They exchanged numbers on their flip phones and the rest was history. She became his girlfriend and for a while they were happy.
Then he proposed, and everything after that seemed to change in what could only be described as the beginning of the end. Doug became super protective of Maddie, and in a way, really only wanted her for himself. He didn’t want to share her with anyone, not even her younger brother Evan, because he didn’t want any chance of Maddie falling through the cracks of his fingers and being the girl who got away. His dad always told him no one would be stupid enough to love someone as disappointing as him, but his father was wrong. Maddie was living proof of that. But there was some small voice in the back of his mind telling him his father may have been right. And if that were true, then he really couldn’t let Maddie out of his sights.
And she asked a lot, practically begging him just to allow her to go out one night with her coworkers or to drive the couple of hours to go visit her brother and see how he was doing. Occasionally he allowed it, but even then his trust slowly started to fizzle away. Her leaving left endless questions running through his mind, because the only thing that was clear was he couldn’t lose her. Doug could slowly see his wife transform into a once bright and fun girl into a sad and lonely woman, and at some point he supposes he just stopped caring. If Maddie Kendall is by his side still then nothing else matters. He provided her a nice house in the suburbs and anything outside of it was just clutter she didn’t need to waste her time on.
And that led to his downfall, because her being by his side wasn’t the only thing that mattered. Far from it. His arrogance from being a damn good doctor and the blinding past of his childhood ended up being a very dangerous mixture.
Doug can still hear the very first time he had ever laid hands on Maddie, the slap so hard and sudden to her face that he split her bottom lip open and left her in tears. It was over something stupid, too, he recalls. Maddie dropped and broke one of their better plates, the ones they used whenever they had company, and his anger flared at the fact everything was now ruined and would no longer be perfect like it should have been. And that perfection only came from his own father wanting everything to be perfect, and if it wasn’t, you suffered the consequences.
That slap had most certainly shocked Maddie, as her sudden gasp of pain was clear in the eerily silent dining room, but it definitely shocked him. Never had he ever laid his hands on another person out of fear he would one day become the very thing he destained, and then there he was with a crying wife holding her hand to her lip. It was like looking in a mirror.
And once he started he couldn’t stop. Doug couldn’t quite explain what happened, but it was as if something snapped in him that day. He wasn’t sure if it was the realization that he was exactly like his father whether he wanted to be or not and it was too late to change directions, or the fact he was just so bitter at the cruel joke the world played on him that he couldn’t help but drag someone down with him, that he continued to hit Maddie. And as the years ticked by the beatings only got worse, so much so that he not only beat her to the point where she was bleeding, but he had also destroyed their whole living room and newly decorated Christmas tree.
He knew things weren’t good, especially then, but when he came home one day and Maddie suddenly just vanished, her suitcase and personal belongings gone, a burning, raging, anger filled him. She didn’t get to do that. Maddie didn’t get to leave him and go be happy somewhere else without him. The only place his wife needed to be was here in Hershey by his side. And the minute he found her he would make sure she knew that, whether that be a final lesson or not was up to her. So he phoned the Buckley’s, of course knowing Maddie all too well that she would never run to her parents because he could easily find her there.
No, he knew exactly where she had run to, and that was to her brother. Evan Buckley had always hated Doug. Even as a ten year old child Evan could see past the fake smiles he would throw to the boy’s parents and him. They easily butted heads, Maddie always intervening and defending Doug to her brother on why he was a good guy. Doug could care less though about what his wife’s younger brother thought of him, especially with the eight year difference. All he knew though, in the end, he managed to break the bond between them. And that always put a smile on his face.
On the other hand, Maddie’s parents were easily fooled by his good looks and charms and absolutely loved him. That he made sure of. So it was with ease he found himself ending that phone call with an address that belonged to Evan Buckley in Los Angeles, California. All he had to do was explain that Maddie wanted to surprise Buck with a visit to LA, but for the life of her couldn’t remember what his address was and was admittedly too embarrassed to call them.
So a few hours later he booked a flight from Hershey, Pennsylvania to L.A. to find Maddie. And boy oh boy what he found was not a pretty sight. He tracked his wife down with ease and followed her for a while, being slow to make a move. But everytime he watched her, some man was always with her. And seeing her lean in and kiss him, this man who wasn’t her husband, and smile like she wasn’t doing anything wrong was just the icing on the cake. So he purposely made himself run into this guy who introduced himself as Howie Han. In return, Doug introduced himself as Jason Bailey. And that was how he managed to find exactly where Maddie lived.
It was a slow and tedious process of having to pretend to be this guy’s friend and endure talking about his own wife with someone who probably already knew she was married and was still going out with her, but everything changed when Howie told him the exact day and time he planned to take Maddie out on their first date. Things couldn’t have gone any smoother.
He showed up just before Chimney could make it to her front door and stabbed him, because no one else could have Maddie but him. She belonged to him and him only. He knocked lightly on her front door, for a moment questioning if he had made the right decision after spotting many cameras surrounding the area, but it was too late—afterall, there was a man currently bleeding out just a few feet away from him by his doing. He knew Maddie opened the door without checking by the huge grin that adorned her face, quickly replaced with fear and pain when she saw who was really at the door. She tried to shut him out as fast as she could but his strength overpowered her own. She went flying back onto the ground and slowly started to crawl backwards with every step he took towards her. She lifted herself off the ground and practically dived towards her phone in the living room but he couldn’t have that.
There was no one left to help her, and she was coming home with him whether she liked it or not. So he yanked her back and her phone when flying out of her hand landing under the coffee table. He landed a punch to her face and forced her to stand up telling her if she didn’t come with him then he’d kill her right then and there, and her brother would be next. Maddie stopped struggling at the mention of that and allowed herself to be dragged out of the house, only to break down in tears at the sight of Chimney dead right outside her house.
Doug really doesn’t understand when his life had gotten so twisted to the point he killed two innocent people and completely terrified another with just a simple wave. He was a doctor and it felt odd to take a life rather than save it, but it was almost like someone else had taken over his body when he saw Maddie had left...because what he was always afraid of came true. She didn’t want him anymore. And all he could see is his father smacking him around telling him no one would want him.
And yet, his father was right. Maddie didn’t want him and it wasn’t because she had wanted to leave, but he left her no other option but to flee into the night like she did, because she knew one day he would beat her so hard without really thinking about what he was doing, and she’d end up 6 feet in the ground.
And in that moment, lying on the ground having practically dragged his wife to death with him, Doug has never felt more like his own father than then. And if he had any more energy, and if he wasn’t currently dying in the woods, then he might throw up at the thought and run until he couldn’t run any longer. The quiet and peaceful silence in the air is broken by Maddie, who he can’t see, because his vision would be too blurred to anyway but the fact he isn’t facing her, he can hear her gasp in pain and still for a moment. Doug allows a tear to fall down at the sound of her retreating footsteps. Maddie had fought so hard and won, and in that moment he can’t help but wonder what his life would have been like if his own mother had had the same courage as his wife. If she stood up against her husband, or took him and fled into the night. That question will always stay a mystery though.
As Doug opens and closes his eyes for the last time on this earth, all he can think is he deserves to die.
Despite being barely conscious, despite delirium of blood loss and Fear Gas setting in, Danny had made sure to tell the people saving him "No hospitals." He was sure he'd said it several times, one of them had to have been understandable.
So why the fuck was he in a hospital?
Gotham, he knew, was not a safe place. There were warnings to the high heavens and the lowest hells about going there. Transplants, people who moved into Gotham, either died within the first three years or they left within the first year.
He tried his damnedest to stay away from New Jersey as a whole, but he was quickly running out of places to go.
Every other city, every other state, he'd tried to hide was quickly swarmed with G.I.W Agents. He couldn't go to school or get a job or even ask for help because, for all intents and purposes, he was dead. He didn't get a grave, and least not one he could claim as his own despite his name being on the headstone.
New Jersey was the last place within the United States of America he could go. And, well, if he was making a stupid decision, why not go all the way? So, he set course for Gotham with the excuse of "Who's going to notice one more homeless kid in the throngs of all the rest?"
Going out of the country wasn't an option. He had tried a few times, but being legally dead means he has no usable form of ID. Getting caught sneaking across boarders got him deported back. On the bright side, being legally dead means he holds no criminal record. He's a John Doe to the system.
One month and three weeks into his stay in Gotham brought him to the situation he was now in. Scarecrow, Dr. Crane, had gotten out of Arkham Asylum three days ago and had been quiet. It was only a matter of time before he showed up. Unfortunately, he decided to take the mall in New Gotham hostage. The mall that Danny had been seeking shelter from the rain in.
Danny sat in the food court when Scarecrow made himself known and the building was locked down. He'd been a hero for nearly three years, so the instinct to help was strong within him. He did his best and managed to take some of the goons down, only sustaining minor injuries. Then, in a moment of his own weakness, he was hit in the head and a gas mask was strapped to his face.
Head wounds bleed a lot. Fear Gas smells like apple cider and vodka. Don't ask. After that, it gets fuzzy for Danny. He knows that shortly after he went down, Batman showed up. There's a possibility that Robin and Red Robin had been there, too, but he wasn't so sure.
Danny couldn't say how long the gas mask was on his face, nor how long his fight or Batman's fight was. He could tell you that one of the vigilantes, who was definitely Red Robin now that he thinks about it, had been the one to get the mask off of him and carry him out to a waiting ambulance.
"No...no hospitals," he knew he said, "No hospitals." Red Robin's a vigilante, not a hero, but even he knows when to listen to innocents.
"Don't worry," Red Robin had said to him, "They'll help you out at the hospital. They'll get you the cure for the Fear Gas before heading there and you'll be good to go in a few hours to a day."
He's not listening! "No hospitals!" Danny knew his voice was getting quieter, his words slurring. Unconsciousness was creeping up on him, but he couldn't allow it to take him until he knew he was safe! "No hospitals, please." He was not above begging.
He was put down on something soft but stiff. There were people talking. Something about a fear of needles or something? It didn't matter. He'd managed to get his eyes open enough to realize he was in the back of an ambulance. There were two paramedics messing with stuff, getting needles and an IV drip ready. Red Robin and another paramedic were just outside the van.
Again, he tried to say, "No hospitals," but it sounded barely cognisant, even to his own ears.
"Sh," the guy to his left hushed as he placed an oxygen mask over Danny's mouth and nose, "We're going to get you the antidote for the Fear Gas. This is just to make sure you're getting enough oxygen into your lungs,"
No! They're not listening to him! Why do they never listen?
The woman to his right continued explaining, "You're dehydrated and malnourished, so we're going to get you on an IV drip. When he get to the hospital, we'll draw some blood and get a transfusion going for you."
No! No, no, no, no! He wanted to scream at them, at Red Robin, at Batman, and the world. No drawing blood, no tests, no hospitals!
But they hadn't listened. They weren't listening. They never listen!
They're going to find him. He's going to be put in the system and they're going to find him. They're going to find out that he's dead and he's going to be sent away! They're going to find him and they're going to take him away and he's never going to be able to escape again.
Once more, as the darkness crawled over his vision and the noises around him dampened out, he whispered, "No hospitals."
DPxDC Prompt:
The vigilante meant well, taking the kid to the hospital to treat his injuries. The kid mumbled the entire time, barely conscious. "No hospital, please," he said more than once.
Poor kid, the vigilante thought. He must have a phobia of needles or something.
...
They never could have anticipated the danger they put that kid in, placing him in the care of that hospital.
My favorite moments from the Smosh Hunger Games I did:
The sentence "Boze stalks Egg"
Brianna Boho and The Chosen constantly working together
Olivia kills CFM
Olivia had the most kills
_____________
Lasercorn immediately broke Brianna Boho's nose
CFM doing nothing but scaring people off
Damien absolutely ✨ending✨ Matt with a spear, as he should
Brianna Boho slaying everyone, as she does
Egg being a force to be reckoned with
Tommy won by default
Brianna Boho had the most kills
_________
Noah vs. The Chosen. The Chosen escapes with a broken nose
Keith being scared of Egg
✨Claudio saving Sarah's life😌
The Chosen is scared of me
Who gave the Dumpster Wizard explosives???
Not Noah killing 3 people and then being a sweetheart to Kimmy lmao
The Chosen is killed by Charlie Chang, Damien, and Egg lmao
That wholesome Shayne and Olivia friendship we know and love
Tim destroying CFM's chances of winning
Damien and Ian are snuggling... what...
Shayne is killed by Egg
Egg has killed 7 people. I knew she was dangerous...
My favorite moments from the Smosh Hunger Games I did:
The sentence "Boze stalks Egg"
Brianna Boho and The Chosen constantly working together
Olivia kills CFM
Olivia had the most kills
_____________
Lasercorn immediately broke Brianna Boho's nose
CFM doing nothing but scaring people off
Damien absolutely ✨ending✨ Matt with a spear, as he should
Brianna Boho slaying everyone, as she does
Egg being a force to be reckoned with
Tommy won by default
Brianna Boho had the most kills
_________
Noah vs. The Chosen. The Chosen escapes with a broken nose
Keith being scared of Egg
✨Claudio saving Sarah's life😌
The Chosen is scared of me
Who gave the Dumpster Wizard explosives???
Not Noah killing 3 people and then being a sweetheart to Kimmy lmao
The Chosen is killed by Charlie Chang, Damien, and Egg lmao
That wholesome Shayne and Olivia friendship we know and love
Tim destroying CFM's chances of winning
Damien and Ian are snuggling... what...
Shayne is killed by Egg
Egg has killed 7 people. I knew she was dangerous...
My favorite moments from the Smosh Hunger Games I did:
The sentence "Boze stalks Egg"
Brianna Boho and The Chosen constantly working together
Olivia kills CFM
Olivia had the most kills
_____________
Lasercorn immediately broke Brianna Boho's nose
CFM doing nothing but scaring people off
Damien absolutely ✨ending✨ Matt with a spear, as he should
Brianna Boho slaying everyone, as she does
Egg being a force to be reckoned with
Tommy won by default
Brianna Boho had the most kills
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Noah vs. The Chosen. The Chosen escapes with a broken nose
Keith being scared of Egg
✨Claudio saving Sarah's life😌
The Chosen is scared of me
Who gave the Dumpster Wizard explosives???
Not Noah killing 3 people and then being a sweetheart to Kimmy lmao
The Chosen is killed by Charlie Chang, Damien, and Egg lmao
That wholesome Shayne and Olivia friendship we know and love
Tim destroying CFM's chances of winning
Damien and Ian are snuggling... what...
Shayne is killed by Egg
Egg has killed 7 people. I knew she was dangerous...