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Quentin Smith, 23

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[pharmacy]

WHY
why me
why the fuck did you pick me

[ghostface]

i don't know, quentin. you must be a magnet for this shit.

krueger, me, cesare, every other fucked up bitch you're dick-riding in this brand new shithole. i think it's time to stop asking questions and start looking inward 'cause any answer i give you ain't gonna be one you're gonna wanna hear.

[pharmacy]

don't you fucking bring up krueger

cw: just gonna blanket warn this for csa and other things bc of the krueger namedrop

[ghostface]

did he fuck you, too, q? is that it? sit you down on his fucked up dick and tell you to count down from ten? he sure fucking liked to talk about you.

that's a good wisdom

[pharmacy]

[ That gets it: a blue-white pop of rage. ]

you know why? because if the entity hadn't stopped me, I would have fucking ended him, the same way I'll fucking end you

1/2

[ghostface]

( oh, that's good. good girl. good, good girl. )

[ghostface]

that's why you're my favorite.

[pharmacy]

[ This doesn't make sense. This doesn't make sense. ]

after tomorrow, you stay the fuck away from me
don't talk about me with my friends or your friends or anyone

[ghostface]

i ain't got any friends, but sure. we're done.

mmmm cw: sluTSHAMING IG

[pharmacy]

woe is you with your pet god or your hoard of intense weird little cockhops, but NO FRIENDS 😢
i think you're gonna be just fine

[ghostface]

( wow, calling john his pet is a bold move, cotton. )

you're still my number one cockhop, q, don't worry. does that bother you? that not everyone took your little emergency flare warning for what it was? you can't win 'em all.

[pharmacy]

lick john's ass goodnight for me, I'll see you tomorrow

[ he's out ]

[ghostface]

sleep tight, sweetheart.

( but they both know neither of them is sleeping tonight. )