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Who know, who know, Who Know, Who know; text messaged and Jack Daniel mixed well? Fable now knows! Oh yes, society shit on those that break up over text messages, but the joke’s on them – She didn’t give a damn!

It was 3 AM and Fable Eberheart, drunk as eff, danced like a little hoe, high on the victory rush.

Live on twitch, dressed in nothing but this girl's favorite Deadpool's shirt and PewDiePies boxer shorts, she sang to a countdown marked her demise, chat stream of bets when she’ll get banned for this indecency.

Hey, it was hot, like 28° Celsius (82° F?) Hot. What else can a girl do than gulp down more whiskey and suck on ice?

Anyway, despite all this, Fable felt happy. No, wait, scratch that, more than happy – overjoyed, exalted, on the road to Nirvana! FINALLY! Finally, after a dozen of hundreds effing tries and fails, She did it, She beat it, She owned the damned Dark Souls with zero deaths! Yahoo for her! Now the girl could return to her Divinity Original Sin II playthrough and watch cute cat videos in the background.

Ah, the high life. So sad pride liked to ruin things. It was that cunts fault! He had to comment, say, girls played only dating sims. He bet $$$ Fables fucking RPG playing Eberheart couldn't ever in million effing years beat Dark Souls with zero deaths.

Ha, guess who, albeit two months later, got those $$$ plus all the money donated over the span of time? It was so not worth it, but a heck of “fun” anyway.

Oh, the breakup part? She did it on a whim. Ups!

Fable was drunk and at the time it felt right, like a proud, independent woman, and all that jazz. But now the high dwindled and regret settled in. O, shit.

“Hey, silly gooses?”

A rush of [Hi!] [whatsup??] [quack] [; )] streamed the chat, mingled with chants of [gz], [strip] or lewd “quotes” from Dark Souls like [I may be but small, but I will jizz like a colossus all over you : D"]

Yeah, the crowd was 3 AM typical. She loved them anyway. How often Fable been one of them, staying up late despite having school/work in the morning and watching someone stream? The good old days.

“I think, I think, I gonna go. I had loads of fun, streaming my drunk asses rage quiets, meltdowns and returns, but… it’s time. I’m sleepy and I have a pissed off ex-boyfriend to take care of. That’s all for tonight. See ya…” She flipped through her mental journal. Chat room meanwhile filler with [g’night], [quack], [f u ; D] and [dump the loser for good!] “Next Wednesday–ish, same time, same place. That is if I haven’t gotten my fat ass banned. Bay – Quack!”

Flicking everything off, Fable leaned back. Exhaling, her smile slipped and exhaustion washed over. She and her persona Fable Eberheart needed a rest.

Ebba Eberherd sat alone in her tiny room adorned with all manner of game and anime related merchandise. On her right sat a huge pillow of actor Vin Diezel in his role as Riddick and on her left a one of Witcher’s Iorweth.

Both half naked. *wink*

Sadly, tonight it wasn’t enough to comfort her.

“Fuck it.”

She got her ass up and out of the apartment, and shamelessly dig-donged hell out of the neighbor's poor doorbell while jumping from one foot to other. The floor was freaking cold to her bare feet.

“Whaat~!?” Could be heard way before the door opened and reviled a sleepy head with a scratchy beard.

“Did-ya read it? The Message. To ‘u. Did ya~?”

Her boyfriend, Axel, winced from the strong smell of alcohol oozing from Ebba’s mouth. “Hell no! It’s late, like 3 AM late. Did you break up with me or something? And why are you half naked?” He made a disapproving frown.

Way too enthusiastically she nodded. “Got here to get me Shit, before ‘u start to flip ya Shit, me Shit out ‘he window or some Shit.” Her tongue was all weird and slippery. Ebba wondered how it would feel to like his beard.

“I heard a load of ‘shit’, that’s it.” He opened the door wider to let her trough. “Come, before you catch a cold and get me sick too.”

“Dum–dum, dumb people can’t catch a cold. We’re too dumb and hot!” This made sense in her head, yep.

“Good to know.” He dragged her in.

“Oh, new posters? Those nipples are humongous! Food!”

The mission was abandoned soon as an unguarded slide of pineapple and ham pizza was found. She flapped her ass on the floor and started wolfing down like there’s no tomorrow. Mmm, Gordon Ramsay is missing out on the goodness that is pineapple pizza. For some reason the man hatted it.

The room was small as Ebba’s and similarly decorated, albeit posters depicted naked ladies, not duds. They had debated about finding a place to live together but to be honest, they like being neighbors. They met like this, one morning to work and kept at it, living separately but close enough it could be considered living together. They valued each other’s interdependence and sleeping (gaming) patterns to ruin it with snores and who's turn was it to take out the trash.

But some hiccups did find their way in their relationship.

“I ain’t getting any sleep tonight?” He said more to himself. Alex sat down on the corner of his bed and prompted his chin in his palm.

Enjoying her meal, Ebba had almost forgotten about him. “Nay!”

“So what? Talk. Why are you here?”

“I beat Dark Souls.”

“GZ”

“Thanks, babe! Anyway, now I need to play something else...”

“And?”

“I mentioned witcher in the stream and one of my watchers reminded me, there’s no Iorweth in the third game. I got sad and all.”

“And you dump me because..?”

“Ya ain’t hot as him. It’s about time I got transported into the world of White Wolf so I can hunt me some sexy elf ass and bind them in my sex dungeons!”

“...”

Yeah, Ebba realized her obsession with hot elves was dampening to their relationship. Her resolution?

“Hey, fuck me.”

“Didn’t you just dump me?”

“It’s break up sex. Hot and steamy. So afterward, we change our minds, and realize, we’re made for each other.” Drunk Logic 101. Ebba aced the class.

“You got that right” He mumbled and smirking added louder. “No. I’ve work, in like four hours, and so do you.”

“Hot chick offers sex and you refuse – are ya gay?” She put on a shocked face.

“Dream on yaoi mush brain. Come, upsy daisy.” With ease, Alex lifted Ebba off the floor. “Off to your bed.” He kissed her forehead.

“Don’t wanna!”

“’u snore!”

“LIES!” Despite her protest, she let herself be piggybacked. Hard to say no when he was so nice and warm.

Her man. All the bitched get stabbed by just looking at him. Ebba wasn’t the sharing kind.

“Hey, don’t chock me!”

“Mine.”

They left his apartment and entered the hallway.

Something had changed. The smell of burnt eggs permeated the air that was stuffier than usual.

“Turn off the stove – black eggs are sad.” She mumbled half asleep.

Alex stopped mid stepped. What followed changed their fate.

“Fable?”

“Hm?”

“I think our building is on fire.”

“Yeah~? Delete my browser history or something.”

“No, I’m real and effing serious, wake up!” He slid her down.

Ebba stumbled and landed on her butt. The floor was o so cold. Confused and dizzily, she peered down the staircase with the need to prove wrong, but few floors lower fire indeed roamed free. Bright, hot, climbing up and o so eager to consume everyone.

“Shit!” She backtracked and got up. Fear quickly cleared her mind. “Shit! Shit! We have to get our passports, money, and computers!” She met Alex’s fear-stricken gaze.

“Babe, it’s too late for that. The fire has spread too much. I’ll get the bucket with water. Douse yourself. We might have to run through it!” He was reasonable as always while she the emotional one.

“Shit! Our neighbors?”

Seemed like two forces fought in Alex’s head until one won out. “Bell them, but…. don’t wait. Do it and then think only for yourself. Promise me!”

Taken beck she still promised anyway.

Ebba alarmed everyone on the floor with a simple ring and “Fire!” before moving on.

Her body went troughs the notions of blur; bell, tell, next, bell, tell, next. All this was way too surreal. Maybe all this was but a dream? A Heat-induced nightmare? How much time had passed? Seemed like hours.

Soon the hallway filled with distressed people. It was late and most wore nothing but their Pj’s. Some dropped angry accusations and comments, but as the smoke filled the air, nobody stayed skeptic for long. This was real and the fire won’t hear out their complaints.

It’s live or die.

Coughing, she was about to bell another when a hand grabbed hers. Alex was back. “Come!” He dragged her.

He was all wet and water dripped from him.

“Wait, I…”

“No time!”

He tossed a wet towel on her and forced to move.

A tube run from his apartment, dowsing the staircase with water. Steps were wet and slippery.

Ebba cursed her drunk clumsiness, promising to never drink again.

Flames dances all around them, scorched the skin and ate the hair, sang the song of their mass death. Or were those sirens? Had the help come? Or was it too late for them?

Had she been alone, her feet would have frozen up, but with Alex, she trusted him to lead her safe. For all the fights and hard words, they always found their way back together. Before meeting him, she had never believed in soulmates.

But now…

A creak.

Ebba’s body flared.

A second was all she had. So little time to think, but enough to act. No goodbyes. Ebba pushed – Alex away, hard as she could. Surprised, he tumbled down the staircase, away from what followed in the whirlpool of hell.

The staircase gave out and Ebba fell –

– in the burning mouth of death.

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The pain was last she felt –

Last before the Voice.

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