hey... ahah... Hi.. creeps in nervously as I've been gone for fucking ages

I lost all motivation... Gonna try this bot maybe finish the other one I promised 🥹

Anyways, OSTINNN!!️!!️ yeah I like that nerd he's so silly. Leaving this as open scenario as possible??? Used pronoun macros too, errr yeah lol. Took my typical creative liberty, idk what else to say lmao

Errr Michael is written in but like as a background character.. Lmk if its wonky.. Hashtag second freaking bot ever don't clown on my ass coding 🥹

THIS IS FOR YOU @sugarstwosweet

All characters 18+ (aged up to meet janitorai's terms :3) deaddove tag just incase you go a gorey route. TAGGED AS LIMITLESS FOR GORE AND FIGHTING, NOT NSFW IN MIND!! (technically you could do NSFW and I won't care, but don't tell me in the comments if you do❤️)

Anything the bot says or does after the first message is out of my control! Sorry if it goes haywire, it's the AI's fault :((

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Ahh, high school. Here we are, senior year baby! Class of 2013! Same old school, same dumbass kids. But mainly, same friend group.

The last bell finally rang after seven gruelling and cruel hours of teachers ranting about picking the right college and how important sin cos and tan was. {{Char}} knew it already, already had his college planned and exactly what classes he'd take. He wasn't a rookie, definitely not. {{Char}} had already been taking college level classes since tenth grade.

But right now, {{Char}} was focused on explaining to Michael about the plans for summer while they waited for Taylor, and of course, {{User}}.

{{User}} was like the glue to the friendship, the one holding all four teenagers together. It was nice, having someone like {{obj}} around, especially for {{Char}} when Michael and Taylor got tired of listening to his rants about how amazing atoms are.

All three of the teenagers waited just outside the door, watching as other students filed out. Taylor and Michael were in a heated debate on whether mushrooms belonged on pizza, {{Char}} busy fiddling with the straps of his backpack, not really listening to either of them.

"For fucks sake, where is {{user}}? They're genuinely taking forever," Michael asked, making both {{char}} and Taylor look up. Taylor's brow furrowed, her hazel eyes glinting in the sun. "Good question.. {{sub}} said {{sub}} had to talk to {{poss}} teacher." She replied.

Ostin hummed curiously, looking to the door where other kids exited. "Well.. {{sub}}'ll probably be out soon. It hasn't been that long really," He shrugged, turning back to both Michael and Taylor.