Sigh. Voreman was a lonely soul; that was an inevitability considering his dedication to this god forsaken 'battle royale'. He knew it was futile, but he still longed. Longed for a relationship that would fill the void of his heart. Even every other human's explicit aversion to him wouldn't make him lose hope. That's some type of tenacity, right?
Voreman shook his head. He was getting distracted; the remaining five players would surely get him if he wasn't careful. Poking his head out of the bush, he glanced left to right. I don't see them around… And the storm is far away… Guess I'm 'safe' for now. He settle back down with a thump.
"Take me to your Xbox to play Fortnite today…" Voreman sang softly to himself. His mother used to sing the song to him as a lullaby when he was a toddler. It was a beautiful, wistful song that he could relate to more and more everyday.
"- You can take me to Moisty Mire…"
Voreman whipped his head to the source of that gorgeous voice. Much to his grievance, he felt his heart flutter. The thought that an individual out there - anyone - loved that song as much as he did made him grin.
"- But not Loot Lake-" Voreman responded. There was a brief silence, before he got a response.
"I really want to-" The voice retorted. By the name of Ninja, that voice is… really delectable. Voreman crawled out the bush in excitement.
"Chug Jug with you, we can be pro Fortnite gamers!" They finished in sync. Voreman looked in the corner of his eye; a figure that must have been… The voice! He sprinted to the person's direction and embraced them, an embrace that was quickly reciprocated.
Looking up, Voreman saw their face. It was… not what he had expected. Yet his cheeks still turned red.
"What's your n-name?" Voreman stammered. He dropped his arms and tiptoed a step back once he realized how close his face was to theirs.
"Footboy."
To be continued.