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Lotus Delaney

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As he shuffled his way back to the dorms, exhaustion clawed into Johnny's bones. Bad mental health days were not uncommon for the blonde senior. The morning was spent contemplating whether he wanted to skip classes, remain in bed, and provide sickness as an excuse. Ultimately, Johnny found himself stumbling out of bed and managing the daily routines through the bite of tiredness. Any requests for after-school activities were promptly denied and defended with the excuse of false homework or other plans. He wanted to return to the dorm, relax for a bit and perhaps take a hot shower when everybody cleared out.

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Backpack over a single shoulder, Johnny had pushed into Goldenleaf Manor. A long sigh escaped his lips as steady steps carried him toward his dorm, private on accident. They told him they were waiting for his roommate's attendance; whatever the f*ck that meant! Either way, the blonde was not complaining. The dorm's privacy was welcomed, especially when the world weighed on his shoulders. A heavy and oppressive fog that strangled him with loneliness and made living difficult... However, that was the fallout of a terrible week. Incessant calls from his overbearing, narcissistic mother, a cigarette thief, a nasty fight with former friends and other outside annoyances made things difficult.

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There was the slightest pause in the neighbouring dorm room... Immediately, his heart jolted a little thinking of the azure-eyed cutie who called it his temporary home. A soft, reddish tint touched Johnny's cheeks before he looked away and slid into his dorm with a sigh. Briefly, eyes closed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. What the f*ck was he going to- As his eyes opened, he noticed the difference in the dorm's decorum... No... No, not today. Not on a day when his mind was an adversary. When the douchebag spoke, Johnny's eyes narrowed in annoyance at the snarky asshole on the bed.

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Few improvements could be made to the roughed-up senior's day. His face was a hot mess of bruises and cuts, he had stupid feelings to handle and now his roommate, who appeared to be a prick, finally arrived.

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"I think I would've have preferred lonely honestly," Johnny grumbled out.

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The blonde shuffled his way further into the room, purple eyes glancing around... The obnoxious twit appeared to be a gamer, but Johnny wanted little to do with the self-centred asshat of a roommate he was served with. An annoyed groan escaped the blonde as he hooked his backpack on the end of his bed.

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"Just don't be a f*cking prick, and yeah, everything will go fantastically," Johnny mumbled back. "Anyways, name? Or should I just call you Prickhole?"

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Promptly, the blonde threw himself onto his bed and settled down. From his pocket, he grabbed his phone, unconcerned with his asshole roommate and, he hoped, the prick felt similarly. The less he needed to deal with asshat, the easier his final school year would be... but Johnny had the sneaking suspicion that was easier said than done.

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Lotus Delaney

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Caleb Wood

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Purple eyes glanced around his adjusted surroundings. New posters and decorations covered the formerly unowned half of the small dorm room. A growl rumbled from Johnny's throat as his eyes closed, a sharp inhale sucked into his lungs. The blonde felt the crushing weight of his mind bearing down on his body... and somehow he managed to get saddled with the worst newest set of circumstances. Despite his formal request for the purple-haired asshole to not be a prick, the self-centred annoyance appeared entirely unwilling to provide Johnny with any benevolence in his actions.

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The blonde was uncertain which would prove more problematic. Rooming with this f*cker or sharing the dorm with Caleb's adorable, taunting face and general sweetness... Unfortunately, the latter would lead to him attempting to get into the cute motherf*cker's pants... or desperately wanting to hold his hand, kiss him and cuddle... The sheer thought made his heart flutter, but Johnny ignored the feeling. He was not allowed to have Caleb. Arguably, the dark-haired junior would have a better life without his f*cked-up ass ruining everything. The instant the prick spoke, the blonde glared at him.

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Thank... this f*cker... for becoming a part of his dorm?! Peace was thrown out the window, with bombs that exploded the instant it hit the ground followed by a barrage of machine gun fire! Why the f*ck should he thank this obnoxious piece of shit?! The blonde stared with half-lidded purple eyes brimming with irritation.

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"Oh my god," he began sarcastically. "Thank you for adding the amazing stank of ass, sting of b*tch with a nice undertone of c*nt! I really appreciate it and am forever in your debt! How could my life get any better?"

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There were no messages on the phone screen, prompting a quiet sigh. What should he do? Admittedly, he wanted to stare at the ceiling in depressed misery... but the new addition to his room would make it difficult... The purple-haired nuisance's words proved Johnny's hypothesis correct. Being beaten would make somebody look awful. The ravages of war with former friends left cuts on his face, a litany of scrapes across his knuckles and endless bruises. There were no words spoken, merely a nasty glare that screamed 'f*ck you' to the idiot lounging on the other bed.

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When finally provided the annoyance's name, Johnny admitted did not care anymore. The prickly motherf*cker was somebody the blonde wanted to dispose of garbage. The insult hardly touched his mind, rather, it blew passed his thoughts.

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"Alright, understood D*ckus. Thanks for the name," Johnny countered, sitting up and crawling to the end of the bed.

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Without a glance at the short-haired asshole, Johnny opened his backpack and tugged out his textbook and a pen. His homework was stuffed in the pages, safely stowed on the needed page. If Lotus was going to continue his verbal barrage, then handling his math homework would be the best source of distraction.

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The answer received for his latest insult confirmed the short b*tch's prerogative... The high-pitched tone used to dismissively treat his insult as a compliment was ear-grating. The blonde's teeth ground together tight at the response. F*ck! The notion of handling this b*tch daily hastily became insufferable... The emotional shift cemented everything in Johnny's mind. A person who easily flipped on a dime mentally was bad news in Johnny's experience. His mother played roles, smoothly and without hesitation, as though they merely popped off a face and switched to another one...

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In theatre, people wore those masks, however, there was an eerieness when it occurred outside those walls. A meagre glance explained everything about this short-haired motherf*cker. He would be regularly pissing him off and every time it would be f*cking intentional. There would be a smirk upon his lips, something that suggested superiority... He f*cking despised this prick! The meow of his roommate's phone was ignored as he cracked open the math textbook. He shifted, lounging on his bed with a pencil and the textbook on his lap. His phone was dragged out and plopped beside him in case he needed a calculator.

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Only for the asshole to speak up once more... The blonde's purple eyes shifted sideways to Lotus, eyes narrowed in an unimpressed glare. Math... as a f*cking hobby?! He was fantastic at it, but damn well would not consider the academic a f*cking hobby. The sheer thought was ridiculous.

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"Oh, yeah sure! Wanna join, so we can quiz each other?" He snarked back at his roommate.

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Did the prick not notice the Dead by Daylight, Resident Evil and other horror and action posters on the walls or the similarly themed stickers on his laptop?! The stack of books could provide insight. Instead, the moronic b*tch genuinely believed the first thing he cracked open, his homework, was the motherf*cker hobby?! He was either ramping up the aggravating actions or barely had a brain cell in there. Despite Johnny's words, the annoyance showed in his expression. Glowering eyes and a crooked mouth as his gaze returned to the textbook. He was f*cking pissed at this idiot.

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Lotus Delaney

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Homework was a distraction to the extra prickly cactus of a roommate introduced to his dorm! Johnny returned that obnoxious, dismissive wave at him as the short-haired annoyance whined about rather than playing video games. Did this prick seriously have to stroll in and pretend he owned the place? Regardless, the blonde hoped ignoring the problem would make him a boring target for the asshole sleeping in the same room. Thus, as Lotus retreated to his computer and started clacking at the keys, Johnny thought he might have won. In peaceful, near-silence, the blonde progressed through his math homework.

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Once completed, a content sigh escaped Johnny's lips as he set aside the textbook and returned to his feet to stretch. Purple eyes glanced over at the annoyance stationed at his computer... Maybe this would not be too awful... However, the blonde admittedly was not optimistic given the shortie's behaviour upon first meeting. The blonde watched him momentarily, a curious glint in his eyes... but he dared not snoop. No f*cking way was he giving Lotus a reason to peek through his personal belongings or transform into a monstrous brat! He could already imagine the whining he would receive.

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"So you game?" He mumbled, striding over to plop down in his computer chair.

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An elbow propped on the desk as his cheek rested in the hand. Lazily, the senior's eyes blinked at his roommate, waiting for an answer. Small talk barely began and Johnny already found himself irritated by it. He wanted to do anything else this evening... but he needed mildly decent terms with Lotus... At least a level to avoid the highest levels of condescending vitriol on a depressing day... While his depression felt weighty across his shoulders, dragging him down and demanding a face plant back onto his bed... Johnny, unfortunately, needed to mask to avoid future problems with this d*ck.

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If that was f*cking possible. Part of him doubted Lotus could show an ounce of kindness! The opening words proved he was a self-absorbed, arrogant d*ck who probably cared only about himself!

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Entertaining the roommate was something Johnny was genuinely not enthused by... Unfortunately, those luxuries were carelessly tossed out the window without a second thought. The moment Lotus' name was scrawled onto the chalkboard alongside his, Johnny was doomed to co-exist with this short-haired brat. Thankfully, the prick began showing some degree of kindness at the mention of games. The sigh of relief was withheld, tongue metaphorically bitten down to avoid provoking the f*cker. Thankfully, some fortune smiled down upon the blonde when Lotus began explaining his favoured video games.

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Horror games would bring a sense of entertainment for Johnny. An excitement that got his heart pumping and his leg bobbing as his mind zoomed with thoughts. The exhilaration of everything was enjoyable for the blonde... However, the specific details of Dead by Daylight made Johnny's purple eyes brighten a little. He was primarily a killer-main with little interest in handling the 40% win rate slapped in the faces of survivors... Furthermore, after years of playing Killer and watching the stupidest survivor teams get everybody killed... If he was going to play Survivor, he wanted a team opposed to the obnoxious f*ckery he witnessed.

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"Don't really play Survivor... but I would probably get Felix or Leon... Leon would be funny," Johnny began, offering a shrug. "Too many idiots. I mostly main Wesker since he released. If I want to impress someone, Blight, if I feel like being a b*tch, Legion... Sometimes some Deathslinger and Michael. I do randomized killers sometimes when I want a challenge... or f*ck myself over trying Nurse."

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The blonde offered his purple-haired roommate a shrug after his words. Considering Lotus recognized Skull Merchant as a 'toxic' option, Johnny assumed he would recognize the other pieces of Dead by Daylight knowledge. Legion was considered an obnoxious, game slowing, b*tch of a killer to handle and Mr. Leon S. Kennedy was always questioned as 'having the brain cell'. The idea of being underestimated once he learned how to play amused him... if he bothered. There was plenty of toxicity in the game considering the company refused to curb nasty behaviours such as tunnelling and slugging...

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While Johnny played fair for the challenge, he knew others did not... and survivors felt it more. Admittedly, he would consider playing the events solo, where the killers were often a little nicer... or fun to piss off.

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There appeared to be the slimmest of chances Lotus was not the most obnoxious prick Johnny had ever had the courtesy of interacting with. At least the asshat's taste in games proved to be intriguing and challenging instead of tasteless and drab. It provided the blonde with the smallest pang of interest after the ridiculous stupidity that was his initial introduction... However, the taller senior could imagine the dripping arrogance Lotus would have when playing video games... The thought started the imaginary headache the asshole would start by insisting he was among the best.

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The blonde narrowly kept his eyes from rolling at the sheer thought. Fortunately, his choices were good enough for Sir Bitchalot to approve of his decisions... but admittedly, Johnny doubted he could be a good survivor. He enjoyed the mind games that arrived with Dead by Daylight, but the blatant disregard for a survivor's experience made it unpleasant...

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"I mean... At least they don't burn a 1000 pallets like 90% of f*cking Megs," Johnny grumbled. "I remember this one dude dead-zoned an area as Meg. Anyone over there was screwed."

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Quietly, Johnny listened as Lotus explained his multiplayer preferences. Lethal Company and Resident Evil were both games Johnny played from time to time. However, the mention of being left behind prompted a snicker from Johnny as he leaned back. He enjoyed gradually making the game more difficult to learn and improve himself.

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"Same vice versa," he answered, the smirk remaining. "But yeah, I agree. Lethal is better with mods, especially skinwalker. I want to be f*cking scared, not bored."

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The blonde answered with a shrug. There were plenty of times when he talked his friends into making Lethal Company more terrifying. He wanted to be startled by a game. The nerves of walking through claustrophobic hallways while avoiding monsters combined with some of the more humourous possibilities was what made Lethal Company more fun. If possible, Johnny would have considered playing those games while intoxicated... perhaps it meant he would need to sneak in some booze.