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Jake's internet history just leaked
If Jake started working for the FBI:
FBI Agent: I’m not so sure you’re stakeout material...
Jake: I’m a chronic insomniac, I was born for this.
Jake: People tell me I'm like a cat sometimes. Hard to read and Emotionally unavailable.
Waiting for "Moonvale"...
It's such a weird feeling, but I'm so interested in this whole aesthetic of small European cities. I grew up in a small town myself, but Duskwood and Redlog Pines have a completely different feel. By the way, I'm still wondering why the second game isn't named after the city where the events take place.
I remember the first time I played "Duskwood". My friend mentioned it in a general chat, and I remembered playing the first episode back in 2020. And then I just downloaded the game and went through all the episodes in almost five days. It's not an interactive movie game, just text messages, calls, videos and photos, but you feel like you're walking around this city with them. The characters feel more alive than ever, and I am grateful to every actor who took part in the filming. I'd especially like to be friends with Jessy, she is charming. I was also always choosing between Jake and Richy. Characters like Richy always interest me first in fandoms. They just make me feel comfortable. Warren Graham from "Life Is Strange", the Eleventh Doctor from "Doctor Who"... And, of course, Jake with his ":)". I think he's a bit like Seven from "Mystic Messenger", although Seven is more of a pretender to be cheerful.
After completing the seventh episode, where Richy "suffered" from the main villain, I accidentally came across a meme that revealed his true identity to me. I was upset. Not only because I like him, but also because I don't see much logic in it. Why did they have to make him the bad guy? It seems like a big cliche. I really want to believe that he'll come back to Moonvale because all this talk about him has broken my heart. It's incredibly strange that all our old chats have been deleted and friends don't respond (even within the universe). And, of course, it's interesting to know what exactly Charlie and Ash talked about.
We're all waiting for Jake to return, aren't we? :)
𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝟔 | 𝐃𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝
what?... too early to post memes? pff
The Heist - Part 11
This is a fanfiction game which starts here
You can find the previous chapters here: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Or you can refer to the dedicated hashtag ^^
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English isn't my first language so please spare me for any grammar mistakes🙈
Breathing hard, deep as I could, I racked my brain, looking for a way to get Jake to talk about his past. Where should I start? From this Mark Willow?
I was scared. Scared to know what stories his past held. Jake himself stated that Mark Willow was a man who’d do anything to get his work done. And obviously, he was an evil man.
How in the world did someone like that become Jake’s mentor? Does that mean Jake himself was working with him in the past? Doing evil stuff?
I took a deep breath, calming my heart, thumping anxiously. ‘Let’s trust him. Jake is the man I love. If I don’t trust him…who else will?’ I chanted in my head, taking his rough, wounded hands into mine.
“Jake. I…really didn’t want to pry into your past….” It was harder than I thought; how could I get him to talk without hurting his feelings?
I was too naive. For Jake, his past was painful, whether Jake himself was good or bad. ‘Let’s do this quickly. Let’s not get emotional. Be rational. Rational…’
“I tried my best not to. But I can’t, not anymore.” His eyes trembling, Jake stared right into my eyes. He knew.
He knew for sure what I was going to ask next.
“MC-I-I’m sorr-” I held my finger on his lips, interrupting him. An apology was the last thing I wanted to hear from Jake. My heart ached whenever Jake would apologize or look at me apologetically. Besides, they couldn’t bring us anywhere.
“Jake. Stop saying sorry and tell me. Please, I think I deserve to know that much.” As my grip on his hands strengthened, his head fell further. Jake was unable to look me in the eye.
This was something I had noticed in the past as well. Jake tends to declare his opinion and leave without giving me a chance to argue. Well, not anymore.
“How did you meet him? How did he become your mentor? What sort of work did you do together? I have tons of questions for you.” Hearing him sigh heavily, I cupped his cheeks in my palms, gently raising his head to face me. “You told me that you were one of the good guys. I could tell that as I worked with you to find Hannah too.” I kissed his forehead, to which he stiffened up, “And I believe everything you said. Jake, I believe you.”
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“Jake, I believe you.”
Those words were the words he desperately wished to hear four years ago. He wanted someone to believe him, that he never had any ill will. That everything he did, was for a good reason.
But why was he hearing those words from this woman? She didn’t even know him at that time. She knew nothing about what kind of a person he was before they met.
Yet this woman convinced him.
He had to tell her everything. For once, he ‘wanted’ to share his part of the story.
Licking his dried-up lips, Jake cleared his throat. “I first met master while I was in the final year in the uni. My friend Kyle and I used to develop programs for fun. We sometimes entered competitions as well. Kyle nor I had great financial situations. So we used to split up the prize money. That year, we won an international competition.”
She nodded lightly to let him know that she was listening. “Many well-known companies offered us jobs after that. So we chose the best one out of them. Just as we graduated, we were hired, and the paycheck was also high. We thought…” A lump in his throat swallowed his voice. Remembering the past…was much harder than he imagined, especially with all the tragedies that fell upon them afterward. "-that all our misfortunes was over." After a pause, he continued.
“Master was our supervisor at the company. He was a great man who was very skilled as well. I always respected him, though he eventually became my hero.”
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Jake’s eyes kept reddening as he continued. “Maybe I considered him a father figure. You know…” He said, a faint smile on his haggard face, “For kids, their father is their hero. But for me…I grew up never knowing who my father was. I only found out by chance.”
My heart sank. Though he was Hannah’s and Lily’s father, Jake’s father had never seemed to have considered Jake as his son. I wanted to go to Duskwood at once and kick him, at least once.
But this was not the time to get emotional. Be rational.
“One day, master told us a secret, me and Kyle. He was a vigilante. He would hack into government officials’ computers and reveal their corruptions. Even some well-known companies were shut because of his work. I believed he was like a modern-time Robin Hood.”
"Kyle didn’t want to get involved, but I did. Unlike Kyle, I didn’t have a family to protect, so it felt alright for me to take a little risk.”
“So you worked together with him as a vigilante as well?” I asked, to which he nodded, confirming.
“We meddled in many things, especially in government affairs. Corruption was everywhere. I was disgusted with people while my respect towards master only increased day by day. Then one day, Kyle called me in the middle of the night. He seemed to be in a hurry. He told me, ‘Master was not the man you believe him to be. He is deceiving you so he can use you.’ He hung up and disappeared since that day.”
“Disappeared?!” I exclaimed. Jake nodded. He seemed to have gotten more calm and collected.
“Soon, I found out what Kyle meant. Master’s real job was to work for other organizations to bring down the power of the other companies. A gap in the hierarchy will appear whenever high officials or powerful companies are brought down. Those people would fill them. Master even worked for foreign governments, sometimes even leaking the national security data.”
Why Jake was so persistent in not trusting anyone was clear now. His father figure betrayed him; of course, he wouldn’t want to be betrayed again.
“I tried to expose him then. But before I could, the FBI suddenly came to arrest me. I managed to run away, then found out later that master had exposed me. After that, for four years, I tried my best to find Kyle. He seemed to know something. But there were no traces of him at all. Apparently, he had moved out with his mother and sister. His trail was cut off from there.”
Jake leaned forward, tightly gripping my hands. His eyes seemed to plead. “Master always sees one step ahead. MC, even now, he must be planning to kill us and I-” His lips trembled, Jake was stressed, and he looked so helpless. Helpless for me. “I am honestly not confident in protecting you. So please-”
Jake’s plea was cut off by a loud sound in the living room. Jake immediately moved in front of me, guarding me against any harm.
@geocait0815 We are starting again from you...
Next Chapter
"Silence"
pairing : Jake x MC(Layla)
summary : Jake realizes how he feels for MC.But isn't it too late?
Ever since Layla went missing, Jake couldn't narrow his eyes. His hands trembled at every thought of what could happen to the girl.
It all started with Layla not replying to his messages. She stopped being online. She wasn't active in the group. As if she didn't exist.
Even though he was worried, he wasn't getting paranoid. After all, she could fall asleep or meet friends. The fact was strange that she would not have informed the group, but it could always be an option.
He began to worry seriously when the girl hadn't spoken for six hours.
JESSY : Layla, we started worried about you
JESSY: Please, Layla
JESSY: You can't leave us like that!
JESSY: I'm so worried, please write something
DAN: I can't believe I'm writing this, but I'm worried about you, queen of riddles
DAN: Hello?
LILLY: Layla?
LILLY: Everything is okay?
LILLY: Just write everything is okay
LILLY: I'm seriously worried!
But nothing was okay.
Jake was breathing heavily as he read the messages.
JAKE: Layla, please answer.
JAKE: Layla if something happens you can tell me.
JAKE: You know I worried, right?
Silence, silence, silence.
Jake's eyes began to sting slightly from the tears that appeared there.
His sister is already missing. It was not known if she was still alive, and knowing that he would never see her again broke his heart.
Yet even such a painful loss was to be endured with her by his side.
And now that he could lose her too ...
It was destroying him.
Even though they never saw each other and never spoke live. It was she who made his face smile. It was she who made his blue eyes sparkle with cheerfulness.
The state when he looked at her in the pictures .. He felt it for the first time in his life. That feeling in the stomach that people probably call butterflies ... He was so happy when he write with her.
When he looked at her face, his mind and body relaxed. She was the first person he thought of that way. He wouldn't count how many times he wanted to take her tiny hand and assure her that everything was going to be okay. He wanted so badly to touch her lovely brown hair. He wanted to hear her wonderful laugh and see the smile she gave to her loved ones.He wanted to introduce her to his mother. She would definitely be glad to that he find such a wonderful girlfriend.
Even though he often felt she didn't deserve her, he couldn't let her go. He knew his life would no longer be meaningful without her.
It was she who made his world take on colors. It made each breath full of fresh air.
She was his heart. His soul. His life.
He still had hope. On the fact that she will see these three magic words: Layla is online. That Layla would write that nothing happened. That she just didn't look at the phone because she was busy.
This hope was gone the moment they got a message from their greatest enemy.
(NUMBER UNKNOWN) Anyone lost?
(NUMBER UNKNOWN) Oh
(NUMBER UNKNOWN) Look, I have found your undoing!
(NUMBER UNKNOWN) sent a photo
The picture showed a girl.
But not as they remembered her.
Everyone saw her in the photos. She was always smiling and radiant.
Here ... it seemed different.
Her arms and legs were bound. Her lips were covered with gray tape. The mascara from her eyelashes washed away with the tears that were on her cheeks. Her brown hair was a mess.
(UNKNOWN NUMBER) You want me to kill her in front of your eyes?
JESSY: Please don't hurt her!
(UNKNOWN NUMBER) You guys don't know how to have fun .. Okay so I'll send you a photo afterwards
DAN: You motherfucker!
(UNKNOWN NUMBER) is now offline.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Jake didn't realize his cheeks were wet. There were many things he was unaware of at this point. He was out of control when some of his computer equipment landed on the floor. Neither did he control a loud scream, and then a sob that shook his body.
When he saw her .. She was so vulnerable. She couldn't even defend herself.
Jake's breathing, despite the fact that several minutes had passed, did not calm down at all. In the distance he could hear notifications for new messages, but he didn't care.
Yes, Jake was unaware of many things, but he knew one thing.
He loved Layla. And what you love should be defended until death.
He knew he would do anything to save his love.
my praise kink📈📈📈📈📈
"Favorite crime"
pairing : MWAF!JakexMC
summary : When MC went to meet Michael Hanson at Ironsplinter Mine, she was expecting everything. Everything except that behind the killer mask was hidden someone she loved.
His ocean eyes was the abyss. And even though it was a huge bottomless abyss, I wanted to sink into it forever.
warnings❗: stockholm syndrome, absolutely unhealthy, toxic relationship, blood, slightly dominant Jake, some hot and spicy stuff
autor's note: i hope you will like it! i do not support or romanticize these types of relationships❗ english is not my first language:)
MC : Jake
MC : I love you
Jake : I love you too, MC.
These messages followed me all the way to the iron mine by car. After quite long argument, Jake finally relented and agreed to my meeting with Michael. Was I stressed? A bit. I didn't know whether to call myself brave or stupid. What was the probability that the kidnapper and killer would keep his promise? I think very slight. But the vision of free Hannah and the end of this whole nightmare was too tempting. Even though I was afraid that when this was all over Jake would find me unnecessary and leave me.
I took a deep breath, pushing away the intrusive thoughts, and parked my car. As I stepped out of the car, I felt the August air and the summer evening wind brush my bare shoulders. I pulled my phone out of the back pocket of my jeans and punched in a message saying I'm in place, which I sent to the group.
I sighed softly and started walking because there was still a long way to go. I tried to chase away any dark scenarios that tried to control my mind. My fear increased even more as I saw the silhouette of a man in the distance. My heart began to beat an unnaturally fast pace and my palms began to sweat. I held my breath, try to make as little noise as possible with my steps. When we were really close, and the man still had his back to me, I took out my phone and decided to text Jake.
MC: I'm already here. Michael has his back to me, I don't know what I should do now.
I jumped when after clicking 'send' something vibrated in the pocket of the man standing a few steps in front of me.I opened my eyes slightly, not understanding what was happening. My lungs burned with living fire from uneven breathing.
Man slowly took the phone out of his pocket, then clicked something a few times.
Jake is online
What the actual fuck? I didn't understand what was happening. Why did Michael access Jake's application? Unless it's Jak- .. No. I had pushed that possibility out of my brain for once.
— If I were you, I'd run away. — He said in a deep, low tone that sent shivers down my spine
The mystery man turned, and I saw the face of a young boy with raven hair and sparkling ocean eyes. I swallowed hard and shook my head. My brain couldn't digest this information. Jake couldn't be the kidnapper.
— It's a joke? — I asked, and my voice almost broke. — Great, but Jake we have no time for such jokes. Actually, when do you get this humor? You were always the serious one of the two of us.
I put my arms around myself, waited for his answer. I met his eyes as he gently tilted his head and bit his lower lip. What is he playing?
— The problem is, I'm not kidding. — he replied, and I felt my heart change into a ten-ton boulder that pulls me to the very bottom
— Jake, stop. I do not want to listen to this. — I said while my hand tangled in my hair, tugging hard on it. My thoughts were like one big chaos. A thousand thoughts rushed through my head at once, and all I wanted at that moment was a silence to soothe the growing wound that was starting to bleed. — Tell me it's a lie. Say it!
I did not register that the boy came closer to me. Now he could easily grab me and drag me into the mine. I found the courage to look up and transfer it to his face. An icy stare cast lightning at me. But despite his sinister gaze, I felt no fear. The depth of his gaze engulfed me completely, and at that moment I felt myself drowning in his blue shade. I was so naive. So stupid. How could I believe anything for a person like Jake?
— I kidnapped her, MC. I kidnapped Hannah.
— And Amy? Richy? Why did you kill them?! — I yelled right in his face and immediately regretted it
Jake clenched his jaw and quickly grabbed my wrists while his other hand poked the syringe into my neck. I twisted my face slightly, then felt unmerciful exhaustion. I slowly started sliding to the ground, but Jake wouldn't let me fall. He picked me up and the last thing I remembered was his fingers on my cheek, tucking my hair behind my ear.
— I guess this is a lesson in not trusting people, right? — he whispered straight into my ear
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A loud bang woke me up. My head throbbed painfully. I couldn't hear my thoughts from the squeaking in my ears. I also felt immediately how numb my wrists were (which of course was due to the fact that they were tied with a rope). I barely looked up to meet the figure of Jake, who was pinching the bridge of his nose with two fingers. He looked like he was fighting himself. I swallowed hard, praying that his fight wasn't about torturing me or not.
— Are you want to kill me? — I asked, wincing at my scratching throat
The boy gave me a look. I felt the strength and power of his blue eyes shrink as he literally devoured me with his eyes. How fucked up am I if now instead of fear I felt a growing pressure from the bottom of my stomach?
I'm disgusting.
And that made me even more angry.
— I thought I could trust you! — I yelled hoarsely. I started to struggle with the rope that was preventing me from moving. — I hate you so much!
— How cute. Struggle all you want, you won't be leaving this place. — He growled at me, picking me up off the ground. I looked around, realizing we were probably in the middle of a mine. — Be good for me and I will untie you.
I narrowed my eyes, staring at his face. This is not how I imagined him. His chiseled face resembled a Greek god. He was so perfect. Deep blue eyes absorbed anyone who looked at them, and the lines of the jaw could cut through the paper. Black, messy hair begged to be pulled in certain situations.
A beautiful boy with such an ugly interior.
— They warned me about you. I should have listened. — I said with growing disgust to myself. Before that, I said I hate him. So why can't I believe it?
Hacker snorted contemptuously, and I felt something cold touch my forehead. I looked at the boy and then at the gun pointed at my head. We stood so close to each other that I could smell his perfume mixed with mint gum. I could feel his hot breath and was sure he could feel mine too. Jake ran the barrel of the pistol from my forehead, over my cheek and down to my neck. I was completely stunned by his presence. The tension between us grew steadily and I wondered how much longer I could hold on. How long will I hold back from pouncing on his lips.
Disgusting.
I felt his pressure on the gun increasing. As if he wanted to pierce my neck right through. Is it the end?
— If you want to kill me, do it. — I whispered looking at his eyes. I was a mess anyway. His eyes were still terribly cool. — Come on, do it!
— Are you a masochist, MC?
He didn't even know how much.
— I'm done saving myself. I'm sick of being there for everyone, when no one is with me, when I need someone. And now it turned out that the only person I fucking cared about is a fucking psycho. So if you kill me, you'll only do me a favor. — I admitted having had enough of his games
— Do you think I like hurting you? — He said, his hoarse voice making goose bumps all over my body
At that point, I wasn't sure about it, but I was sure I liked it more than it should have been.
— I do not know. I have no idea who you are, Jake. You lied to me all this time. Tell me, did you laugh when I confessed my feelings to you? Is it fun to find an idiot who can be manipulated like this? — I raised my voice again, feeling so angry. Angry with myself.
— That's right. I lied. I lied with so many things, but never lied about my feelings for you. — He whispered and finally lowered the gun. His hand went to my cheek. He ran his thumb across my bottom lip, causing something in my stomach to tip over. I clenched my jaw as I mentally fought the growing thirst.
I huffed mockingly.
— You think I'll believe it? You wrote to me that you care about me and five minutes later you called me and bully me! — I kicked, and he squeezed my arms tightly
I hate him, I hate him, I hate him.
— And you know what's the worst of it all? The worst part of all of this is that I still love you. And I hate myself for it. — I confessed looking at his eyes again. I let out a shuddering breath at his hungry eyes. —What have you done to me Jake?
The boy smiled indulgently. His cold hand slipped from my cheek and began to wander over my body. The heat between my legs kept increasing.
— I brought some adrenaline into your bore life, my angel. You were fascinated by darkness and mystery. — I felt his touch on my shoulder, the side of my breast — But don't worry, you have piqued my interest too. — his hand caressed my waist, and then my hips, which he gripped tightly — You were so.. fascinating.
— So naive. — He brought his face closer to mine and I tilted my neck back
— So devoted. — His nimble fingers unfastened the button on my jeans and my eyes rolled back
— So innocent. — He growled straight into my ear as his hand disappeared between my thighs and I groaned loudly
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I took a deep breath, leaning my head against the cold cave wall. The chill from this place cooled my warm body a little. The atmosphere between us was still hot and a bit tense. I tried to chase away thoughts about what had just happened, but I simply couldn't cope. How firm and dominant he was made my knees soften.
And let's not forget that he was also a government hacker who kidnaps and kills people in his spare time.
I felt dirty. So dirty.
I betrayed them. Jessy, Thomas, Dan, Cleo, Lilly.
Richy. And even Hannah.
So why didn't I feel bad about it at all?
— You are mine and I don't share. Don't ever fucking forget that.
A strong smell of tobacco reached my nostrils, which slightly quenched my raging thoughts. The boy across from me looked nothing like the person who tied me up with a rope and threatened me with a gun.I didn't see a sadist in him. Now he reminded me of a lost boy who needed to be looked after.
Or I was just telling myself to do so.
— Tell me. About everything. — I asked
Black-haired man took a drag on the cigarette and then let out the smoke with trembling lips.
— If you want to know if I enjoy killing people, I will disappoint your dark fantasy of being with a sociopathic murderer. When my life turned into a continuous escape and when I had no one with me, I felt no emotion. You know, I hated my father from an early age. He left my mom when she got pregnant, when she needed him the most. It was because of him that she fell ill and had to take medication. And ultimately it was because of him that she died. Her death was the height of my hatred for so many years. My mother was my whole world to me, which he took away from me. So I decided to take his world away from him as well, which of course was his older daughter. His suffering gave me satisfaction. I wanted him to lose his mind from pain. — He said, a dark smirk lurking on his lips — I didn't kill Amy. She committed suicide because she couldn't forgive herself for being involved in Jennifer's death. Richy showed himself to me on a plate. It was an impulse. Besides, it irritated me how close you were to each other. — He mumbled and lit another cigarette
I listened to it with bated breath. Jake was the definition of revenge. I felt my cheeks burn as he admitted he was jealous of me.In fact, I was no smaller monster than he was.
— So what have I done to you? — I whispered, inhaling the smell of nicotine. He was my private nicotine.
— You were so annoying from the start. I don't understand why you entered my mind, but when these feelings started to overwhelm me, I decide I had to stop this. — He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. — When I went to meet you, I was ready to choke you with my bare hands. But then you looked at me. With your huge, amber eyes in which I saw a palette of emotions that was so unknown to me. You made me feel. And this makes me want to vomit.
The image began to blur through the tears that had accumulated under my lids. My poor, confused boy now looked unemotional. I absorbed every lie from his divine mouth like ambrosia. I was completely drunk with his presence. If he was lying, he did it surprisingly well.
— You said you didn't know who I am. The truth is, even I don't know it. — His voice was trembling.
Even though I was still tied up, I no longer felt the bonds around my wrists and feet. I stared at the boy and I saw the same Jake with whom I had been writing for several months.
His ocean eyes was the abyss. And even though it was a huge bottomless abyss, I wanted to sink into it forever.
— If you just let me, I'll help you find yourself. I want you not to fight your feelings anymore, I want you to lose yourself in me as I lost myself in you. Become addicted to me. Let me be your drug. — I croaked and heard his bitter laugh
— You already are. I'm so addicted to you that I'm not sure I can live without you. — He replied and then shook his head — How long do you think I can be an egoist?
His question hung between us in a bitter-sweet halo. I fell back against the wall, closing my eyes. I was tired. It was enough just to wait for death. Why was I so weak and unable to fight my own feelings for him? Why was I willing to sacrifice my whole life to be able to call him my favorite crime?
Suddenly I felt a strong movement at my feet. I quickly opened my eyes to see Jake cut the ropes that held me to him. I could get away.I could save Hannah. I was able to save myself and my friend. But was this what I wanted?
— For the first time in my life, I choose someone over myself. He said, throwing back the ropes. I was free. — Go! Run away and tell everything in detail. Save your life.
I stared at him, not believing he was doing it for me. So, he really cared about me..I staggered to my feet and started walking. I could feel his burning gaze on my back. At the end of the corridor, I stopped.
How could I leave him alone? After all, I still believed I could fix him. And what would my life be without him?
— I already told you, I'm done saving myself. — the words echoed all over the cave — Now all I want to do is fuck everyone and run away from Duskwood with you.
I turned to face him and strode to him forcefully. He devoured every inch of my face with his sparkling eyes. They were so beautiful it hurt. I put my hands on his cheeks, his warm breath filling my face.
— The question is what do you want, Jake? — I whispered, brushing his lips.
The black-haired man smiled a little disturbingly.
— I want to be yours. And I want you to be mine. I want us to set a world on fire. Just to watch our enemies burn.
I bit my lip as I watched his eyes darken at my gesture.
— Then let's just do it.
Maybe I was in love with the demons that danced in his eyes when he looked at me.
Or maybe I was in love with the beauty of suffering.
bro,,, Jake from Duskwood is cute as heck,, please send help this game is giving me bad brainrot
Replaying Duskwood and I'm waving at the MWOAF mask video call bc he's no longer spooky just annoying
MOOD
Replaying Duskwood and I'm waving at the MWOAF mask video call bc he's no longer spooky just annoying
Imagine doing this with Jake .... 😳✨️
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"Not all men–"
Yeah, 'cause Jake Donfort would never.
Ooooh 😲 and think jake is the famous detective trying to catch MC because she is the real wanted hacker and it will be like Imagine jake telling this to us with his formal shirt and sleeved hands '' HAHAHA WHO WOULD HAVE SEEN THIS COMING AND DARLING MC SEE HOW THE TABLE HAVE TURNED" Am I the only one?????
I've been dwelling at thought of you know what If everything was a lie you know like Hannah never went missing in the first place they were finding a person to use them as a scrape goat ..... And jake helping them because he owe one to Hannah and everything is staged..... Goodness and when mc finds out everything when she over hears everyone talking about it...the angst ,the betrayal she feels.👀. What do you think about them hbj?? I hope you have a great day 😄
That would be a very interesting thought. I mean, I miss a little bit the reason why it should happen and what the reason is, but it would be really incredibly interesting and I think you could make something very good out of it. 😌
Imagine MC has some important job and it’s all a conspiracy. Or in truth, MC is also a wanted hacker and all this was staged by their pursuers to catch them. And Jake’s just a decoy!
Okay, yes!! The Angst!!? I love it! *-* Thank you a lot for sharing it with us. I have a new headcanon now!! And I really hope that you will have a great day/evening/night, too, dear Anon! 🥰
