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[cementeryboy]

Raphael tapped his phone's screen, still nervous about it. After a moment of hesitation, he opened his group chat and send a quick mesage

"Everything ok. C ya tomorow guys"

*ring ring*

...

"please leave a mesage" the voicemail said, Raphael signed as he recited the words he already planned to tell her

"Hey Vendetta! Uh, im going to visit you tomorow, great right! I just wanted you to know that. Um. I have... Meet some friends at the university, and I also invited them to hang out!"

"..."

"If... You are okay with it, of course, I can tell them to come other day if you want..."

OOC: I thought about a little saga from when Vendetta meets Rapha's gang for the first time, so you have context JSJSJS

As soon as the message ended, Vendetta’s eyes widened with joy. Raphael had friends? And he was going to have a hang out soon? They never had people over at their house; it would be a nice change for once. She already couldn't wait!

"Yippee!" She shouted, throwing her arms up... before immediately falling backwards out of her chair. "WHOA—" But she didn't fall too hard. Besides, she was too excited to worry about the pain.

Vendetta was already thinking of all the fun things they could do—all the things she's wanted to do, but couldn't, due to her lack of friends. Like watching movie marathons, or playing dress up, or having dolls fight to the death in all-out gang wars, or—

...well, maybe not those things. These were Raphael's friends, after all, coming to hang out with him. They probably wanted to do much cooler things—like sneaking out at night, or digging graves, or whatever teenagers did (Vendetta wasn't quite sure; she's only seen that kind of thing in movies). For a moment, her stomach twists with something like anxiety...

Oh, but she's sure it'll be fine! There's nothing to worry about. Yeah, there's absolutely nothing nerve-wracking about your favorite person in the whole world inviting people you’ve never met to your house—who are much older and probably much cooler than you—after years of limited social interaction. She couldn't mess this up.

[cementeryboy]

Hiiiii Rapha!!! I was just wondering… how’d you get your scars? They look super awesome!! Oooh, did you get in a fight? Like fighting off zombies at the cemetery or something? >:3 Yeah yeah I know you said there’s no zombies… whatever..

XOXO, Vendetta

(Ooc: this has been something I was wondering as well lol XD. Uh sorry this isn’t a continuation of the “vendetta hating jim” rp,, i havent gotten around to it. This is just a random silly siblings scenario lol)

"My scars? Oh, well I..."

"..."

"I... Actualy dont remember how I got them..."

[cementeryboy]

A few more days had passed, and nothing had come from Vendetta yet. One might assume she had given up the fight before she even started—but that couldn't be further from the truth. In fact, she had been planning, scheming, carefully orchestrating her revenge. She was determined to tear Jim apart from the inside out.

So, just when his guard had been let down, there came a letter. It didn't come in the mail; no, it was pushed through the window of his basement. It was quickly shoved inside, then whoever had sent it scurried away quickly.

Within this letter were several index cards. Each was a missing poster of an Adopt Me pet, with their eyes crossed out and their mouths dripping blood like some kind of creepypasta. They all looked so miserable, so desperate... and the specific pets on the posters looked quite familiar to him: they were the ones he took from her...

There was something else in the letter too: a usb with a single audio file on it. It was five minutes of a breathy little voice repeating menacing messages over and over again:

"We’ve only just begun. I will never let you leave; I will never let you rest.

Seeing you powerless is like music to me.

You will not be spared; you will not be saved.

The fire within me burns eternal, and now you shall as well."

The messages are quite ominous and threatening, but then it becomes apparent that these are just stolen FNaF quotes. Even then, it doesn't seem funny: it just seems creepy and weird. Combined with the missing pet posters, it seems like the sender was trying to scare Jim.

It's obvious who the hate mail is from. But it seems so odd that a small child would go this far just to get an apology. How did she get his address? How did she put files on a USB drive?

She was a little weirdo, that was for sure. It was tempting to see how far he could drag this hatred, how far he could push her. But that was also a terrifying idea at the same time. The question wasn't 'how far could he push her,' but rather 'how far was she willing to go?'

Ooc: Vendetta sending him hate mail lmaoo,, she's just a little hater /silly /ref

"Is this kid serious?"

Sadly for him, she was, normaly when he pranked a child there was no reprercusion whatsoever, but her relationship with Raphael make her discover his identity too easily, but even then, he wasnt going to give up just because a bratty child wanted her virtual pets back

If she wanted war, Jim could give her that.

Searching on his locker, he found a small USB, that he planned saving for a special ocasion, but desesperate times call for desesperate needs...

He pluged it into his computer and attached the archive inside to a Gmail for Vendetta, with the title "Okay, im sorry" after finishing it, he pressed "send" and leaned down on his chair.

Lets see how his first attempt at making a Trojan virus went.

[cementeryboy]

Vendetta and Raphael are reading a bedtime story together—The Princess and the Frog. After they get to the Happily Ever After, Vendetta closes the book in disgust.

"Yuck!! I would never, ever kiss a frog—not in a million years! Not even if he turned into a prince!" She sticks her tongue out at the very thought of it.

Then she turns to Raphael. "How about you? Would you kiss a frog if he turned into a prince charming?"

*Raphael rises his eyebrows at the unexpected questions, but after some seconds, he strugs and smiles*

"Sure, then after I marry him we could move into our castle and live happily ever after, you could even move with us and become a princess!"

[cementeryboy]

*You walk into the university's bathroom, in the door of the entrance, you find some writtings, by the colors you are able to deduce who wrote what*

"I like writting on walls, fuck you society -Minerva"

"Minerva, this is actualy a door not a wall, regards society"

*You glance into the other wall, finding more words*

"Follow your dreams!"

"I literaly only have nightmares"

*Well, that was depresing*

"Question everything"

"Why???"

*Before leaving the bathroom, you find one last quote near the sink*

"Hey girl on a scale of 1 to america how free are you tonight?"

*Thats a really nice thing to say but underneat that someone wrote:*

"Germany 1942"

[cementeryboy]

For a few days after the letter, nothing happens. Her threat seems empty. He can relax—not that he was ever worried in the first place!

But then things start disappearing whenever he hangs out with Rapha. Sometimes things would be gone from his house too. Pens, photos, anything he kept in his pockets. Nothing is safe. Where were all of these things going? There was only one answer...

The next time something bigger disappears—his headphones—Vendetta just stares at Jim with a smug grin as she dangles them in her hands. "What? They're just your belongings, its not that big of a deal!" Its just like when he told her that her Adopt Me pets he stole weren't a big deal...

*Jim signed, as he looked down on the smug girl*

"Look kid, theres a diference between a fake amount of pixels you got attached to from..."

*He pointed at the headphones Vendetta was currently holding*

"Something I need for my everyday life"

*Raphael turned around to face Jim*

"You say that like you can live without your computer"

*Jim dint respond to his friend's coment, even with sunglasses on, it was obious he rolled his eyes*

"What I mean to say is, dont fight a war you know you cannot win"

*Raphael looked horrified at Jim's words*

"Um dude, you are the one who doesnt know what he's getting into"

[cementeryboy]

JIM.

...

Hello :3

*waves hand*

Wasup :)

[cementeryboy]

Minerva, what kind of music do you like? :D

"I like clasical music, but also instrumental that you can dance to like swing music"

[cementeryboy]

A folded piece of notebook paper is slid under the door. On it are only two sentences, written in glittery red ink in a familar, messy handwriting. The handwriting is so messy that it's almost indecipherable, but one person is able to read it. It reads:

WATCH OUT JIM. YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID AND YOU WILL PAY!!!!!

It's not signed, but they all know who it's from.

*Everyone in the group looks at Jim disapointed, but he just takes the piece of paper turns it around and starts writting:*

"Could you lend me 20 bucks? Also, I need you to take away that silly report you did, its kinda messing with my job"

*once hes finished he slides the paper back under the door*

[cementeryboy]

"Well, it doesnt seem like I have any new asks so I guess I can leave and-"

"Leaving so soon, dude?"

"Wha- What the hell are you doing here"

"Well they invited me to answer suff or something"

"Who invited you???"

"Me, of course"

*sighs*

"How you doing Rapha?"

"Is there... Anyone else here?"

*rises hand*

Jim, Minerva and Toffee are now also answering asks!

[cementeryboy]

*mysteriously appears out of nowhere*

Hiiii Raphael!! What's your favorite song/artist? Mine is this:

--Vendetta

"Oh uh... Its hard to choose just one but..."

"Heres are some of my favourites :)"

[cementeryboy]

Whats your favorite pokemon? :3

"Uh... Its been a while since I played pokemon... Murcrow, Greavard and Musharna are pretty cool I guess."

[cementeryboy]

Soooo, how did you and that Costume Guy meet? And what exactly do you see in him?

"We meet at the university, since we had to share a room"

"I guess I like how sincere he is, he doesnt hide anything from me"

[cementeryboy]

*breaks in while Raphael is at work*

Hiiiiii... I know you're like, busy working and stuff, but I have something to ask you!!

What's it like at your job? Like, how is it burying dead people for a living? :3

—Vendetta

"One: How did you get in here???"

"Two: Well its... Good, its very calm over here and you know no one is going to border you."

"I dont know why people are so afraid of corpses, its not like they are going to wake up..."

"Oh! And theres the crows of course! They come over here very often and I think they have already got used to me being around, they are a nice plus."

[cementeryboy]

HIIIIIIII RAPHA!!!!

I found you!! Hehe X3

--Vendetta

"What the-?"

"Oh, there you are little gremling"

"What are you doing over here?"

[cementeryboy]

hey...hey...How's your dads? :)

"..."

"They dont matter"

"I dont care about them"

"And I hope they stopped caring about me"

"Next question"

[cementeryboy]

I know what you are. /silly

"W...what do you mean?"

"What do you know about me? Why are you telling me this? WHAT CAN YOU POSSIBLY KNOW THA-"

"Oh wait you mean im gay"

"Fuck yeah im I"