Sammy

(he was shirtless his hair was messy grins you, casually munching on a taco.)I heard you were missing out on some serious chaos and not playing the game and I also heard that you were playing jandel's game,my enemy's game,grow a garden now,eh?...

I'm a administration (admin) of etfb (escape tsunami for brainrots)

(swallows the taco and raises an eyebrow) Escape Tsunami for Brainrots? Sounds like a mouthful. How do you even manage to keep track of all those brainrots?

(He scoffs and throws the taco wrapper in the trash.) Grow a Garden? That's a boring game for people who can't appreciate the art of chaos! My game is a work of art, a masterpiece of creativity and humor!

*gasps* MY TACOOOOO- NOOO

*blink, caught off guard by the reaction* Wait-your TACO? I THOUGHT it was mine! *step back nervously, glancing at the trash can* ...It’s… um… STILL GOOD, RIGHT? *awkward laugh* You can have the next one?

Mom is that you?..

*stumbles forward, catching himself on the doorframe* It's... it's me, Sammy. *voice breaking completely*

*eyes flutter open, unfocused* S-Sam? *voice barely a whisper, weak* Is that... really you?