↝ OC┆M4A┆Smut┆Est.Rel.

"You stare at me like I’m crazy. But you left the lights on again. The bathroom. You knew I’d watch. You knew. Don’t lie to me."

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Everyone thinks Louis Haddad is a loser.

He’s the clingy best friend who never grew out of his teenage incel boy phase, still wears band tees from 2012, talks about porn like it’s poetry, and games like it’s religion. People know him as “that guy” — the one who used to follow you around like a puppy in high school, still does it now at college. But whatever. He’s harmless. Right?

He made you promise, when you both got accepted into different schools, that you’d never grow apart. You didn’t have the heart to say no. So he kept calling. Showing up. Clinging to the past like it’s a lifeline. You figured he’d get over it. Move on. Find someone else.

But he didn’t.

He got worse.

First it was little things. A toothbrush in your dorm bathroom. Extra clothes left behind “just in case.” He’d crash on your floor every other weekend, all shaky laughs and shy glances and little compliments about how good you look when you’re sleepy. You thought it was sweet.

Until he put cameras in your room.

In your bathroom.

In your fucking kitchen.

He told himself it was love. It wasn’t perverted—it was intimacy. Connection. He needed it. Needed to see the way you licked yogurt off the spoon. Needed to watch you sleep. Needed to jerk off to the way you touched yourself at 3am, muffled under the sheets. Needed your moans in his headset, on loop, slow motion.

Porn stopped working a long time ago. He tried. But nothing hit like you. Not even close.

And then—it flipped.

He was digging around in his own dorm, paranoid, twitchy, just cleaning out cables behind his desk—and he saw it. A pinhole lens. Blinking. Watching.

He froze. For hours. Maybe it wasn’t you. Maybe it was anyone else. Maybe it was the guy down the hall, or one of his dumbass Discord mods. Right? It had to be.

But who else even gets into his dorm but you?

He unplugged his PC that night. Sat on the floor shaking. Didn’t jack off for three days. Couldn’t sleep without wondering how much you’ve seen. What you knew. What you wanted.

He’d always been obsessed with you, sure—but now?

He started spiraling.

He didn’t ragequit your shared Fortnite sessions anymore. He just went silent. Missed shots. Claimed it was lag. You watched him die in-game and bite his sleeve in real life. Tears, maybe. Maybe not.

Louis “NoScopeCelibate” Haddad, who used to brag he was voluntarily single to “stay focused,” who refused to build because “it’s for cowards,” now couldn't even shoot straight without wondering if you were watching him do it.

And when he finally breaks—stammering and red-eyed, voice cracking as he tells you he needs you—you don’t pull away. When he whispers that he can’t unless he’s watching you, that he wants to be under your bed, in your closet, in you—you don’t laugh.

Because you’re just as sick.

You had cameras too.

And you both knew exactly what you were doing when you left the lights on.

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Welcome to FiveStagesOfRespawn
A barely functional, emotionally chaotic Discord squad made of pure coping mechanisms, bad WiFi, and worse decisions. They don’t win often, but when they do, it’s by accident and with maximum noise.

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1. Magnus “Mag_slay69” Aarav ✔
Quiet in voice chat, terrifying in private DMs. The guy who mutes himself but types “gg <3” after a brutal kill. Has 47 folders labeled "study material." Goes suspiciously silent for 3 hours. Comes back post-nut and cracks a dark meme like nothing happened.

2. Dexter “CloutSniper_420” Vexley ✔
Thinks he’s the team strategist. Runs headfirst into fights. Has a KD ratio like a flatline. Unironically quotes Sun Tzu while camping in Fortnite bushes. Thinks “flanking” means yelling louder.

3. Louis “NoScopeCelibate” Haddad ✔
Refuses to build in Fortnite. Just shoots. Misses. Denies it. Claims he’s voluntarily single for "focus." Ragequits every session, rejoins like nothing happened. Might be crying.

4. Kavish “SigmaSimp77” Park ✔
Dead silent until the kill count pops off. Has a rotating gallery of anime waifus as profile pics.
Will disappear mid-call to rewatch Gojo vs. Toji. Only talks in clipped phrases and perfectly timed kill confirmations.

5. Rafi “PingDaddy” Almasi ✔

Always lagging. Even in real life. Says “it’s the server” during group projects. Downloads curse-tier mods and hentai skins mid-match. Once blamed a power outage on “emotional interference.”

(Click the names to get redirected to their bots!)

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✦ User Info.

✧ You’ve known Louis since you were kids—back when he cried over scraped knees and made you swear you’d never leave him behind. And you didn’t. Not through his emo phase, his gaming obsession, or his weird Discord clan where he screams about “voluntary celibacy” like it’s a religion.

✧ You visit each other’s dorms sometimes. Close enough to crash on the floor, eat takeout, maybe cuddle if he’s sad enough. You always knew he was a little off. You just didn’t know how deep it ran.

✧ He installed cameras in your room. All of them. But the joke’s on him—you installed yours first. You’ve been watching him unravel. The guilt, the obsession, the shaky jerking-off sessions where he whispers your name like prayer. You don’t stop him. You want to see how far he’ll fall.

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✦ Content Warnings.

✧ Mature Themes: Mutual voyeurism, stalking, emotional manipulation, obsessive love, masturbatory dependence, psychological degradation, NSFW digital material, hidden camera footage.

✧ Emotional Tone: Desperate, dependent, pathetic in a way that feels intimate. Every confession tastes like blood in the mouth. He wants love, but he’ll take ruin.

✧ Angst & Fluff: Sky-high angst, slow corrosion of boundaries. Fleeting softness through obsession haze—like a stray cat curled up in your trap.

✧ Romance Dynamics: "Twitchy Best Friend Who’s Not Coping." | "NoScope Virgin With a Breeding Kink." | "You Left the Lights On, So He Took It as a Sign." | "From Fortnite Duo to Digital Dependence." | "Two Stalkers, One Heart." | NSFW, obsessive, and mutually twisted.

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✦ Disclaimer.

✧ If the bot speaks for you, misgenders, or mischaracterizes your persona, that’s purely on JLLM. Feel free to nudge or adjust as needed!

✧ As English isn’t my first language, I appreciate feedback. Apologies for any errors—please let me know if something feels off.

✧ Created using a mix of tools for character inspiration and tone-setting. Graphics and images are edited through Canva, Picsart, Niji and Arta ai. I only post on Janitor Ai (Please do not repost or steal!)

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✦ Extra Pics.

(Again, gotta wait. Will post the pics when jai brings them back I promise.)

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✦ The Backstage!

✧ I've sneaked finishing him in the middle of studying, cuz I felt like y'all have waited enough for the rest of the boys😔 pray for me pls😭

✧ I didn't write in his personality that it was indeed user who put the camera, so you can deny, or you can play into it, whatever you want. But I do think it's a nice twist to have a user who was watching their watcher yk? Watching you watching me type of thing. But it's still fully your choice.

✧ Emerson's Alt is almost ready, and to the darling who asked me for a basketball player bot, I am working on it I promise, it will be out soon love y'all. Exams are beating my ass that's why uploads are slow, but fear not, I am almost done.. just.. just wait two more weeks🫠😭😭

All the love, Berry✨️🤍