《Round Two》Chapter 8 - Honeypot
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Hey, I've read some of the stories you've linked. They're pretty good. Just wondering if you've gotten a chance to read any of mine?
Leo raises an eyebrow. This dude has read my fic? How come I haven't received any Work Points for it? I've been writing for two hours and my work points are still as dry as the Savanna desert. I should be getting 50 Work Points per view. Is it delayed or something? Leo begins to wonder.
No, I haven't. Who are you shipping? Leo asks casually with a straight face. For some reason he suddenly felt like a teenage girl.
Oh, I mainly ship Randell and Johnny. They’re a weird pair I know, but I promise it grows on you 😋
Leo’s eyes widen. Fuck, you ship those two. You weird bitch, that’s gross. Johnny is basically Randell’s nephew, and Randell killed his best friend, Johnny’s dad, in the new Vampire Prince struggle. Well, I guess the power dynamic is kinky enough. Okay, I’m not going to lie that’s pretty hot. But I would never make a fic about it you weird bitch! Wait, why does this ship sound so familiar… Leo wonders before navigating to his Black Star app. Leo’s eyes widen. Holy shit, there’s a bunch of jobs for this ship. Don’t tell me this person's undead? Leo wonders. Maybe I should test the waters… He thinks to himself.
Wow, that is a weird pair. Maybe I’ll check it out sometime. I like your blog name by the way. The Undead Cult really resonates with me. It’s like there’s a whole group of people who are connected, because, you know, they’re undead lol
Leo sends the message with furrowed brows and patiently awaits a reply.
Lol so true. Say, since you’re into this show I assume you’re into a bunch of undead stuff, right?
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Leo frowns.
Of course, bestie! I love the undead vibe. Like there’s this whole society that operates in the shadows or something. Why? Do you have some media for me to consume?
Leo sends with the hardened face of a man.
Well, there is sort of something like a society. Did you want to learn more? If you do we should meet up irl I’ll take you under my wing and show you a whole new world, young one lol
Leo raises an eyebrow. I’m not a hundred percent, but I’m pretty sure this dude’s undead. He thinks hoping to learn more. For instance, why would an undead recruit random people from the internet. Also, how many other undeads were working on fanfiction? Or is the whole fanfiction for work points like a territorial thing for other undeads? Like a ‘this is my honeypot, you can’t have any’ sort of thing? Leo wasn’t sure, but he decided to tread carefully. If he could learn more from this dude that would be ideal.
Maybe. What area do you live in? Who knows, we could be neighbors lol
Leo hits send and continues to wait.
Me? I’m in Nouveau-Ville. Not sure if you’ve heard of it. It’s in the Northern States.
Leo’s eyes. Shit, we really are neighbors. He thinks before considering whether it was worth the risk to meetup. Hmm, fuck it. What else am I going to do? He thinks before deciding not to care.
Oh shit fr? I’m also in Nouveau-Ville! The city of virgins, baby! 🤣🤣
Leo’s stern face lets out a sigh. Damn, I hope this dude doesn’t try to kill me. Leo thinks before going in for the proposition.
I wouldn’t mind meeting up irl are you free this weekend?
Leo hits send once again.
This weekend? Hmm, yea sure. I was planning to just sit in and have some wine that day, but why not? We can visit central park. There’s a café around there where weirdly enough, I’ve met a ton of fic writers. Though they’d never admit it lmao
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Leo lets out a chuckle.
Awesome 🙂 can’t wait. Here’s my number:
Leo hits send and lets out a sigh of relief. Well, that’s done. I hope she’s a hot chick. That would just be the cherry on top. Leo thinks before setting his phone down. Although he was an old dude in a young man’s body, hot chicks were still hot chicks. In fact, I hope it’s an older chick. That would be soothing. Leo thinks before beginning to daydream.
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