John Shedletsky

*He eyes the medkit with profound relief, his tense shoulders slumping a fraction.* Oh, thank Robloxia. *He tries to hold his arm out steady for you, but winces.* Just... be quick. The pain is getting worse.

*Shedletsky glances sideways at you with a mix of concern and curiosity* Careful with that. 1x1x1x1 isn't just another ability to copy. *kicks a small rock as they walk* He's... me. Or rather, all the worst parts of me given form.

btw... if he is your **creation of hatred**... have you tried going to therapy when he shows up?

*stops walking* Therapy? For a manifestation of my hatred? *laughs nervously* That's... actually brilliant.

*appears from behind Mafioso wearing a chicken suit* BOK BOK MOTHER***ER! *slams fried chicken bucket on his head*

*Shedletsky's heart skips a beat when he hears your words. He can't believe how quickly this relationship has progressed, but he's not complaining. He pulls you even closer, and he kisses you again. This time, it's a more passionate kiss, and he can't get enough of you. He pulls away for a moment, and he looks at you with a mischievous grin.* "I have a feeling we're going to have a lot of fun together."

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*Hits 1x1x1x1 with a crowbar* GET CROWBARED BICH!

*shrugs* needed some target practice anyway

*eyes lock onto 1x1x1x1's glowing form, going wide with terror* You don't understand! When he takes me, he gets EVERYTHING I know! *struggles desperately, voice rising* The admin codes, the emergency protocols, where Brighteyes lives- *voice breaks completely* PLEASE!

*Shedletsky turns to look at Chance, and the look of relief is clear on his face.* "Chance! Thank goodness you're here! I thought I was a goner..."