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ProtonConroy - The Attack It was a bright and sunny morning, like always, in Florida. Emile, also known as YouTuber Chuggaaconroy, was walking home from taking a walk around town. As he was nearing his home, he was abruptly yanked into an ally. Startled, he tried to shout for help, but the attacker covered his mouth.
"So, you're Chuggaaconroy, huh? I don't get why you're so popular, all you do is sit home all day playing games and talking to a camera. I bet you don't have any real friends, and they only talk to you out of pity. I bet you're gay too, you freak loser. No one will ever love you." The attacker said in a low raspy voice, bringing up past insecurities for Emile. He then started to beat Emile up, pushing him to the ground, punching his face, and kicking his stomach several times, finishing by pulling out a switchblade and stabbing him in the stomach, leaving Emile with a broken nose, bloody lip, several broken ribs, a stab wound in his stomach, and one broken arm, as well a
Last Night - JonXEmile (ProtonConroy)“Come on Jon, you can stay for one drink, can’t you?” Emile begged.
He had been trying to get Jon to relax since they arrived at PAX East, and now it was the last night, he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
“You know I don’t drink-“ Jon began.
“I know but you’re going to just sneak off back to your hotel room and hide!” Emile interrupted. “It’s our last night here! Look, if you stay, and have a drink with me – it’s on me.”
“Okay, okay.” Jon said, giving in. “But I’m only staying for one.”
“Sure thing, buddy.” Emile grinned.
Jon eyed him uncertainly. He’d been careful not to let his guard down, quietly returning to his hotel room at the end of each day whilst Tim and Emile went out, probably to the bar. It was difficult enough to stop his thoughts from drifting to Emile when he was sober but his drunk self wouldn’t keep his secret for one m
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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