《cRaCkHeAdS | BNHA Chatfic》♡ This IS a Game, Right? ♡
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After everyone's introductions, you decided it's time to sleep. However, you didn't turn your phone on silent. The constant "ding"s woke you up at 5am. Groaning, you lifted your hand to grab your phone and swiped to log in.
You say up in bed and went to where your notifications were from. The app used to talk to any fandom.
You went to the drop-down menu and clicked the box that said "messages".
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So... are they just going to stay in the chat?
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They seem nice. I want them to stay! Iida PLEASE DONT KICK THEM OUT
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We still have no idea who they are. We only know their name. From what we know, they could still be a villain.
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:( pLeAsE iIdA??1?1
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Why aren't they active now?
It's 9am. Aren't most people awake?
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You teared your eyes away from the text to the tiny clock at the top of the phone. It still said 5am and Todoroki sent the text at 4:30. Why is there a time zone difference? Shouldn't the app just take the time displayed on your phone? It's not like the characters are real.
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Maybe they're in a different time zone??
Maybe they're from a different country
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Well, Sero read your mind.
Deciding to finally respond, now that you were fully awake, you quickly typed away at your phone's small keyboard.
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Either the clock on this app is broken or I'm trippin'
It's 5am! Let me fucking sleep!
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oof sowwy
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SEE?! DIFFERENT TIME ZONE
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For once, tape bitch is right
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'Ok, this is getting weird.' You thought as you saw the meme Sero sent. You didn't have a picture REMOTELY CLOSE to that one. This is a game going off of the existing data in your phone, right?
Slightly confused, you exited off the app, silenced your phone and placed it back in its spot beside you, laying down beside it and drifting back to sleep soon after.
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