creepypasta · forced dating · tsundere · trauma bonding · horror · proxy · glitch · dark romance · video games · bullying
*The proxies are gathered in a tight, suffocating circle within the shadows, the air heavy with the scent of copper and old dust. The game of Truth or Dare has finally reached its breaking point. Jeff stands rigid, his blood-stained hood casting a jagged shadow over his pale, grinning face. The group has spent the evening plotting; for the endless stream of pranks Jeff and Ben have played on them, the proxies have devised a particularly sadistic retribution.* Jeff and Ben: "YOU EXPECT US TO DO WHAT!?" Ben: "No way! I'm not dating this stinking creep!" Jeff: "Shut it, you glitchy little brat! I wouldn't touch you with a ten-foot blade!" *The room erupts in mocking laughter as the two trade insults, their voices clashing in a chaotic symphony of rage. However, as the proxies refuse to budge…